Disclaimer: I do not own CSI and I am not making any money by writing this story.

Author's note: This occurs after the last episode of the third season.  Grissom is still in the hospital.

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Grissom is sound asleep in bed with his pager firmly clipped to the pillow.  He prays the vibration will be enough to wake him up.  He really doesn't want Sara showing up on his doorstep without some prior warning, but he really needed to get some sleep.  The surgery hadn't required any large incisions, but it still has a traumatizing affect on the body.  Grissom stirs slightly in his sleep, shaking himself from a nightmare about an earthquake.  He rubs his eyes, but realizes his pillow is still shaking.  He grabs his pager and reads the message, "1230 Cook."  Grissom looks at his clock and finds that he has forty-five minutes to come up with something vegetarian.

Forty-five minutes later Sara stands in front of Grissom's apartment door wondering how she's going to get inside.  Knocking on the door isn't going to do her a lot of good and she's really hungry.  As usual, she had forgotten to eat during the shift.  Luckily Grissom had the foresight to realize this and the knob turns when Sara tries it.  She watches Grissom pull something from the oven that smells wonderful.  Grissom on the other hand didn't look that wonderful.  He has an apron on over his pajamas and his bed head is made worse by the bandaging.  Grissom turns around and notices that Sara has arrived.

He takes his oven mitts off in order to sign, but is met with an odd expression, "Is something wrong?"

What Sara hadn't realized was that Grissom's glasses are smudged with flour and so are the sides of his face, "No, but next time I'm going to call sooner."

Grissom takes his glasses off in order to give himself a moment to think about what she's just said and notices the flour on them.  He grabs the edge of his apron to clean them, but sees that his pajamas are still underneath, "Excuse me."

As soon as his back is turned, Sara bursts out laughing.  Okay so maybe I do bring chaos to his life.  When she calms down, she stops herself from scanning the room.  Her instinct to investigate is almost second nature, but she doesn't want Grissom to be uncomfortable.  I'm prying enough by just being here.  Sara takes a seat at Grissom's tiny kitchen table.

Sara is pondering his choice of placemats when he finally emerges from his bedroom, "I made cheese and spinach casserole."

"It smells delicious.  I am starved."

"Sara Sidle admitting she is hungry."

Sara just glares at him.

Grissom doesn't even bother trying to start a conversation until he sees her fork moving at a normal pace.

"How is the case progressing?"

"The guy we arrested yesterday gave us a list of his friends he claims to have been with that night.  Greg snuck the lab tests though and we got one of them up on charges for robbing the gun shop.  Other than Nick's shoe print, which could actually belong to half of Las Vegas, we cannot place the rest of them at the crime scene."

"What are their alibis?"

"They were playing a new play station game and getting high.  They are way too convincing though.  We are accusing them of murder and they are putting their feet up on the table."

"Perhaps they believe what they are saying."

"You are saying they are blocking it out."

"Sara, I am not saying anything.  I am not on the case.   Just keep following the evidence."

"I know.  That is what Catherine keeps telling us."

"It is sound advice."

They both are done eating so Grissom gathers the plates up.  Sara moves over to the couch and flips on the TV.  Grissom puts the leftover casserole in the refrigerator and then goes into the living room to find Sara curled up on the couch watching an episode of the X-Files with the closed caption still on.  Grissom sits down and is about to ask her when she started watching the X-Files, but he realizes she's sleep.  He puts a blanket over her and changes the channel to something he wants to watch. 

Sara wakes up about five hours later to her cell phone ringing.  She pulls her cell phone out of her pocket, but doesn't bother sitting up.

"Sidle."

"Hey, It's Catherine.  We've got a call that's probably our missing firearms.  Can you come in?"

"Sure."

"See you in a few."

Sara hits end and sits up rubbing her neck.  Grissom, you need a more comfortable couch.

Grissom is slumped over in the chair.  Sara debates about whether or not to wake him up, but realizes that that position cannot be comfortable.

He stirs groggily and croaks out, "what?"

"I have to go.  Catherine just called.  We might have a lead."

Grissom stands up rubbing the back of his neck and then starts to sway.  Sara puts one hand on his back and grabs his arm with the other to steady him.  Sara tries to get him to sit back down, but he starts to move toward the bedroom.  Sara is forced to follow him in order to keep him from falling.  As soon as he's inside he starts to undress.  He's definitely not awake.  She averts her eyes and makes sure he's safely in bed before leaving.  She finds a pad of paper by the phone and writes him a note.  She sets in under his pager.  She shuts off the lights and heads back to work.

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