Now old Mr. Robinson doth in the morgue lie
And his 5-year-old daughter, who is his heir

To Sara, about her woes doth cry

For Sara, these gruesome woes doth share

Sophia's lawyer in the conference room sits
Watching anxiously, butting in
While Sophia throws screaming fits
And make out sessions do begin
When secrets are shared, strong friendships do form
Replacing the unease that was the norm.

"So, why is your name Mrs. Robinson if you live in Hammer Manor?" The team looked at Greg as if he had permanently become a 5-year-old. He was speaking like one.

"We, my husband and I, bought the place off some dead old guy, and the name stuck. Mrs. Robinson explained. Greg stared at her. Sara sighed. It looked like Greg had a crush on someone else. Finally. But did it have to be a woman involved in a homicide investigation. Nick walked up. Evidently not. Sara saw them both blush, and she gave Cath a look that plainly said "And they gave us a hard time". Catherine nodded, and tried not to laugh. She failed. Miserably. Greg, Nick, and Mrs. Robinson stared at her, while Sara continued the battle. She too lost against the difficult opponent. Breathless, Sara tried to explain.

"I…uh..pfffft… She just kept laughing. Sophia, unfortunately, decided to explain instead.

"They're laughing because Sara as good as said "And they gave us a hard time." Sara and Catherine stared at her in amazement. What happened to you?"

"Two things. First, I started taking anti-depressants about 5 minutes ago. Second, I'm channeling Lady Heather." She crossed her arms huffily. Her scowl deepened as the rest of the team cried from laughter. Grissom was the first to recover from the laughing fit.

"All right, back to work everyone." He stared pointedly at Greg when he said, "I hope we can all learn how to act our age while we're on this case as well." He glanced at Warrick as he walked out of the room, and Catherine thought she saw him wink. Oy.

Warrick blushed. To cover the awkward silence, he tuned to Sophia. "What do you mean, channeling Lady Heather?"

Sophia rolled her eyes. "It was a joke. I was being more perceptive than usual, and Lady Heather is very perceptive." She blushed. Oy vey.