AN Yeah really cause I just like messing with your heads...oh and cause I can. It's my plot to mess with...oh the power! LOL

Sara was on a mission and thankfully Nick, Warrick and Catherine were all in a conference room. She passed Grissom's office, "Follow me, now." She said as she walked by.

He looked over his glasses at her retreating form and let curiosity pull him after her, "Sara I really need you to…" He said once they were in the room.

"Get to work yeah; I really need to let all of you know something." She squared off looking at each of them, "I know the difference between my private and professional lives. I do NOT cross boundaries and I would thank you all to remember that."

"Sara it looked incriminating to me." Catherine piped up.

"And since when have we gone on one glance and passed a judgment? I know I'm not the most stable person on the planet but really give me some credit. I'm going to work now." She brushed passed Grissom out of the room.

"Okay so does anyone else feel like shit?" Warrick said finally.

"I just want it to be said that I told you she wouldn't do that." Nick commented.

"Yeah you're a saint Nick." Catherine rolled her eyes.

Grissom just pursed his lips in thought and walked out of the room.

Sara didn't get a chance to talk to Greg till almost twelve hours later while she was bagging up the last of the evidence to go to trial. "Hey you got a minute?" He asked quietly leaning up against the doorframe.

She looked up at him, "Yeah."

"I talked to Grissom; sounds like you put everyone in their place." He commented.

"It's none of their business Greg." She started.

He sighed, "I know it's not. This is," He gulped, "It's too much Sara."

"What is?" Fear almost knocked her over.

"It's like my mind can't catch up to the rest of me. I just broke up with Payton, I'm living in a new house and I'm still getting the hang of working the field. I can't believe I'm saying this, but…" He trailed off. "I just need some time to sort out my thoughts, by myself."

She kind of felt like she was under water, mechanically she picked up the evidence bags and walked toward the door. He went to put a hand up to her but she shook her head. She couldn't think of anything to say, it was like a bad dream. She just needed to get out of there. Where had the picture come from? She couldn't think rationally. She had to get out of the lab, she needed to clear her head.

He watched her walk down the hall and wanted so desperately to reach out to her, but he couldn't. He didn't have the energy. He knew where that picture had come from. He never thought Payton could have sunk so low. He needed a clear mind to deal with this, he couldn't think about Sara right now. He just couldn't, although every part of him wanted to. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. Maybe fantasy was better when it stayed in his head.

He had to find Payton.