I woke up to the smell of burning fish. I quickly sat up and rubbed my head as I looked around for the source of the horrific smell. I saw a cloud of smoke coming out from behind a bush and suddenly a figure came out of the puff coughing.

"Grissom, what are you doing?" I asked the man, who at the moment, seemed to be coughing up a lung.

"I'm making us breakfast, Ms. Sidle," he said in between coughs.

I laughed. "You're going to kill yourself if you're not careful."

He waved some smoke away with his hands. "Not funny."

I laughed again. "So, why are you fixing fish for breakfast?"

"There's nothing else here."

"I'm not eating."

He rolled his eyes at me. I grinned. He raised a brow.

"Am I going to have to feed you again?"

"Don't even think about it." This made him grin a little.

"I'll eat later; I'm not hungry now." He actually believed me. He set the burnt fish down in front of me and when he wasn't looking I threw it into a bush.

"I wonder how the crime scene is," I said sighing.

He turned to me. "I'm sure it's fine. You shouldn't be worrying about the crime scene right now, anyways," he said sitting down across from me.

"Hey, the scene is our first priority," I said, quoting one of his past sentences.

"To you it is," he added.

"No, you told me, don't you remember?"

He shook his head.

I sighed. "Forget about it."

I looked up at the sky .It had to be about 6:30 now. I recognized the red and purple in the sky as the sun rose. Shift was going to start in half an hour. I could smell the Blue Hawaiian coffee steaming in the break room and hearing Greg's cries of, "Hey! That cost $40 a pound! It's not cheap!" and then Nick and Warrick laughing as they held the container with his precious coffee high above their heads where he couldn't reach it.

I could visualize Catherine coming inside and asking what was going on. I could then see her laughing after she noticed what they were doing and joined in the fun. I smiled. I had never gotten along very well with Cath, but I enjoyed the sight of her and the rest of the team having a good time.

"Sara?"

His voice broke the silence. I turned to the man sitting across from me.

"Grissom?" I said looking at him.

"What's on your mind?" he asked me.

"Uh…nothing really. I was just thinking about the guys."

He nodded.

"How've you been?"

I was caught off-guard at the question.

"Excuse me?" I asked raising a brow. He shrugged.

"We haven't talked in a while, and now we have time. We're not going anywhere for a while."

I was a bit shocked, but I shrugged and answered his question.

"I've been fine; you know, same old me."

He smiled. He was challenging me with his eyes.

"What?" I asked grinning.

"You're lying," he said simply.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. You haven't slept in a while; I can tell because you slept so long last night."

I shrugged. "It's nothing."

He nodded.

"Okay…triple shifts? I had to practically push you out of my office the other day when you wanted that 419 in the foothills, remember?"

He was worried about me. At least I knew he cared.

"Grissom, I'm fine. You know that."

"But triple shifts?"

"I always pull multiple shifts."

"Not triples."

"I had nothing else to do."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"What?" I asked, a bit outraged at the question.

"Sara Sidle- can you look at me with a straight face and truly say nothing was wrong?" he asked, a hint of concern in his serious voice.

"Yes! Nothing's wrong! I'm fine Grissom- my life is complicated enough without you butting in and asking me questions about everything!" I practically screamed at him. I now wish I hadn't.

He stared at me. He still looked concerned. He sighed as he stood up and looked down at me.

"I'm going for a walk," he said and disappeared behind a tree. I wish he hadn't gone. He left me alone. He wasn't coming back.

TBC…

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