A/N:drum roll here goes:

"Sara," Grissom nods at her as she reaches us. We're just getting into Grissom's Tahoe. I grab the passenger seat and Greg gets in the back, muttering something about wanting to drive. I laugh, knowing that Grissom would never switch places with Greg unless he was unconscious and tied up.

"Here's a map," I hand the Mapquest paper to Grissom, then take the opportunity of him looking at it, to throw a glance back at Sara. She looks calm, but I see her lips are tight and she is avoiding eye contact with Greg and me. I give Greg a glare to tell him to bug off. He is doing his best not to grin, I think for Sara's sake more than Grissom's. We've all known Sara had a major crush, or maybe more, for Grissom since... longer than we'd known Sara. And we all saw how hurt Sara got, and how much of an idiot Grissom was about her.

Grissom starts the ignition, and we are all silent. Greg and I sneak glances at the other two, trying to see the after effects of Nick and Sara's kiss. Grissom, as usual, is able to hide any emotion. The only indicator that he saw the kiss was that he refuses to talk to anyone, only occasionally asking me to show him the map again.

Sara, on the other hand, is upset. I see her "itching" her eye every once in awhile, wiping away silent tears. I decide to leave it for now. I feel my leg vibrating all of a sudden, and realize it's my cell phone. The muffled ring tone becomes clearer as I get it out of my pocket. My eyes widen as I see the caller I.D. It's Warrick.

"Willows," I answer, pretending I don't know it's him, so as not to draw attention from the others, mainly Greg.

"Hey Cath," Warrick says. "I'm getting off shift... I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite."

"Oh," I say, disappointed that I can't go. "I'm still in the middle of the serial. We're actually on our way to the suspect's home."

"Okay," Warrick responds, sounding a little disappointed himself. I smile, happy that he feels the same way I do. "Well, good luck with the case. Congrats on getting a warrant...or I'm guessing you got one."

"Yeah, we did," I say. "I'm sorry... I'll see you later."

"Bye," he says, and hangs up.

"Bye," I echo to the dead line. Hanging up, I sneak another look at Greg. He's grinning. Aw shit! I think. I mouth "shut up" to him, sensing he knows more than he should. He smiles innocently, and looks out the window.

Once we get to Samson's house, we all get out, and Grissom grabs his kit. Sara is the first to get to the door, and bangs on it loudly. We all want to get the SOB, but Sara wants to with a passion that I don't think even I can compete with.

Opening the door, and seeing us, James Samson rolls his eyes, "Oh, just my luck. I was about to grab a beer and watch the game."

"Yes, well, I'm not sure you'll be getting to watch any game for quite a while," Grissom responds, smiling lightly, back to his old self. Sara holds the warrant up to Samson's face, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Whatever," he says, letting us in. He doesn't seem worried at all. Just then, I look over to the Tahoe, and notice that the garbage cans are right by it.

"Grissom," I tap Gris on the shoulder, and point to the cans. I look at Samson, who looks confused. Then he sees where I am pointing, and gulps. What an idiot, I think. He's a cop, who most think would know a little better how to hide evidence.

Grissom turns back to the suspect, and says, "Well, if you'll stay here, I think the garbage man might be a little late." He goes to the can, and digs through it with gloves. After a minute or so, he pulls up a small medicine bottle. Greg, Sara, and I turn back to Samson, smiles on each of our faces.

After we call Brass, and Samson is picked up, we all drive back to the lab. Grissom let's Sara, Greg, and me leave, while he lifts prints off the med bottle to compare to Samson.

I call Warrick, but he doesn't pick up. Then I go home, take a shower, and start breakfast for Lindsey and my mom.

"Morning Mom," Lindsey comes in the kitchen, yawning. She grabs a piece of buttered toast and asks, "What's up?"

I smile, "Good morning. I just finished up a case... did you finish your homework?" I give her a look, basically telling her that if she didn't, she'd better know how to lie and tell me she did. She's a teen, and what teen finishes their homework every single night their whole life? I still want her to get good grades, so I at least try to get her to finish it.

"Yes I did," she answers. "I swear." Relieved, knowing that the "I swear" part means she's not lying, I turn back to the eggs I'm making.

"Oh, Catherine, dear," Mom comes in, talking fast, as usual. "Your co-worker... Thorrick, was it? Anyway, some man with the last name "Brown" called." I smile at the "Thorrick" comment.

Lindsey grins at me, and I respond, "Thanks Mom. Want some toast?" Am I seriously that transparent? I wonder. Even Lindsey knows something is going on! So much for teenagers being self-absorbed.

"Bye sweetie," I give Lindsey a hug, as my mom and she go out to the car to go to the school.

I go back into my bedroom, grabbing my cordless and dialing Rick's number. He picks up after three rings, "Catherine?"

"Hey," I answer. "You sure are confident." I remark, smiling.

"Uh... yeah," he says half-heartedly. "Cath... I'm filing."

"What?" I'm confused.

"F-for divorce... I'm filing for divorce," he answers. "I talked to Tina. It turns out she was thinking about it, too... well, I didn't really expect it, that's all. It shouldn't have been a surprise."

"Oh, Rick," I'm concerned for him, even after the kiss and the fact that I'd been hoping they would get divorced. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah... I'm fine," Warrick says.

Thinking for a moment, I ask him, "My mom just took Lindsey to school, and then she's running some errands. Do you want to come over for breakfast?"

I smile when he answers, "I'll be there in 10."

A/N: Like? No? Tell me! -Carrie