After years of working together on the graveyard shift the CSI's began to see the break room as a sort of second living room. They all felt comfortable enough around each other to relax and the room was always full of friendly banter. When she entered the break room Sara was greeted by a worn out sounding Catherine, who was lying back in her chair with her feet up on the table and an expression on her face that screamed "double shift!" Pouring a cup of coffee she asked, "double?"

"Oh Yeah!" replied Catherine, her voice was tinged with exhaustion but also with a determination not to let it beat her. Catherine loved her job and she was dedicated to it, despite the differences they had over the years that was something Sara really respected about Catherine.

"Here!" Sara handed her the cup of coffee she had just poured.

"Thanks!" Sipping the coffee, "No nonsense, strong and black! Just how I like it!" smiled Catherine with a hint of innuendo in her voice.

"Is that right?" Nick said, with a twinkle in his eyes he looked at Warrick, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

She hadn't seen the boys enter before she made that comment.

"I…uh…" It wasn't often Catherine was lost for words and it wasn't long before she found them again either. "Well!" She said suggestively raising her eyebrows and giving a seductively playful smile. Catching Warrick's eye she gave him a wink that no one noticed because they were all too busy laughing.

"What'd I miss?" enquired Greg as he walked through the doorway, closely followed by Grissom who was carrying a handful of assignment slips.

"Nothing," Grissom replied, not caring that the question was not directed at him, "I was just about to start"

At this the "Daddy's home" reaction overcame everyone in the room. Catherine sat up straight in her chair; Nick and Warrick took a seat on either side of her. Sara and Greg also took seats around the table and they all turned their undivided attention to Grissom, waiting for him to hand out their assignments like kids waiting for their father to give them gifts when he returns from a trip.

"Alright then," He began, "Greg and Nick a B&E in Henderson, owners returned home after dinner to 2 guys standing arguing in their kitchen."

"Great!" Greg stood up, enthusiastic and eager to go.

"Alright! But I'm driving!" Nick said in his thick Southern accent, as he accepted the assignment slip from Grissom and left with Greg.

"Catherine, the results from our hitcher from yesterday are in! We're going to be working on that today, try to get it finished up." He continued.

"And Sara and Warrick, dead guy in a hotel room?"

"On it!" Sara jumped up excitedly; she always found that hotel cases turned out to be interesting. Reaching out to take the paper from Grissom's hand, her fingers brushed his and their eyes met. Flashing back to earlier that day, the air in the break room suddenly became hot and full of tension as they stared at each other.

Catherine and Warrick looked at each other and shared a knowing smile, before Grissom came back to reality with a cough. "Uh…Yeah!" He flustered. Sara blushed slightly; they both knew they had been thinking about the same thing, the shower. She took the piece of paper from his hand and before he'd even realised it was gone she was already hallway out the door, yelling back to Warrick, "I'm driving!" before she disappeared past the window.

"Oh yeah! That's what she thinks!" There was a mischievous look in Warrick's eyes as he produced a set of keys from his pocket. They were Sara's keys that he had taken from her pocket before she got up. Grissom looked confused, but Catherine realised right away what was going on and was laughing at Warrick, remembering how he'd pulled that trick on her many times in the past when they were working together. Grissom turned to Catherine, looking for an explanation but all he got was a "Come on we've got work to do!" and she headed towards the door. "And Sara will be waiting for you." She smiled at Warrick when she passed him.

Stepping off the elevator, Sara and Warrick met by Jim Brass. Walking down the hallway, which was littered with uniform officers and various hotel staff, members he filled them in. "The vic is a Mr Kenneth Williamson from out of town, flew in and checked in 2 days ago. Maid found him earlier and called it in. Guy was shot. Anyway the paramedics pronounced and David is on his way. " He finished up opening the door to room number 207, "He's all yours."

"You want to take the body?" Sara asked Warrick.

"Alright." Warrick agreed, deciding to be compliant in case she was mad at him for stealing her keys. He smiled to himself as he thought of how only 3 women could instil this kind of fear in him; those 3 women were his grandmother, Sara and Catherine.

"Obvious signs of struggle." Sara mumbled to herself as she took photographs of the various objects that were lying either broken or out of place on the floor.

"Shot at close range too. Crime of passion?" Warrick chimed in as he examined the body of Mr Williamson that lay on top of his blood soaked bed.

"Maybe!" Mused Sara, "Brass didn't mention if he was here with anyone."

"I dunno." Warrick said returning his thoughts to the body.

The rest of the scene was processed in thoughtful silence before Sara said,

"Well let's get these things back to the lab see what we're dealing with."

Grabbing the bags of evidence they headed for the car and went back to the lab.

Alone in the lay out room, Sara was unaware that she was humming to herself, it was a habit she wasn't even aware she had. She was going through the evidence she and Warrick had collected from the hotel room, checking the objects she'd found on the ground for prints. It was the humming that had drawn Grissom's attention to her.

He stood in the doorway for a few minutes, admiring how cute she looked when she was concentrating, even in her lab coat she was still the most amazingly beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd lost count of the number of fantasies he'd had of her wearing nothing but that lab coat. "No! Not at work!" he scolded himself and entered the room. She was so lost in thought she didn't notice her boss come into the room. It wasn't until he gently placed his hand on her shoulder and called her name that she realised he was there.

"Oh hey!" She said, not hiding how happy she was to see him. Shaking her head and squinting, her mind shifted into autopilot and she assumed her supervisor was there looking for a progress report on the case.

"Uh… I was just lifting prints off these things from the hotel room. They're a match to Mrs Williamson. Mr Williamson had unusual bruises on his shin, abdomen and forearm that appear to be consistent with these objects I found on the floor being thrown at him." She half-smiled, "And there was hair from a female donor found on the body. Did a background check and it turns out Mrs Williamson flew into town yesterday and the clerk remembered someone fitting the wife's description leaving the hotel shortly after the time of the incident. She's with Warrick and Brass now in interview."

"I know!"

She was taken aback. "You know?" confusion spread across her face.

"Yeah Warrick told me. She confessed, said he was leaving her and she came to Vegas to try and win him back but they got into an argument and she shot him in the heat of them moment." Grissom explained. The look she gave him in return remained one of confusion, her eyes were narrowed and studying him and her mouth was pulled to one side. It was quite adorable really. "Then why are you here?" She asked him out rightly.

"Well shift finished an hour ago and I was passing and noticed you were still in here, I came in to find out if you were thinking about coming home." He smiled at her. Those bright blue eyes sparkling at her. She could get lost in those eyes for days, but this time she looked away, slightly embarrassed by what had just happened.

"Oh Yeah…yes!" She nodded with a smile. "I'll just get rid of these and then I'll leave."

"Good." He said, a look of boyish happiness spreading over his clean-shaven face, replacing the look of tiredness that had been there moments before. It was because of her that his face was clean-shaven. "I'll have breakfast ready." He smiled at her, she smiled back and just like in the break room, the air filled with heat and tension. Remembering where they were, Sara broke their intense eye contact by looking to the floor, then to the door to see if anyone had overheard them. There was no one there.

"See you soon." She said as Grissom left.

This was as close to work as their personal lives ever got. The stolen moments when no one else was around or the conversations they had that only they understood. Sometimes they could be talking in a room full of people and they'd still be the only two who knew what was going on. They understood each other, they could finish each other's sentences; mind, body and soul they just fit. It didn't take a genius to realise that this pair were made for each other.

After sealing up the prints and the objects and putting them back into evidence, Sara went into the locker room to change before she went home.

"Hey Sara," Greg called as she was walking out the door, "You wanna come out to breakfast with us?"

"Sorry guys, I have plans!" She said, unable to stop the smile from spreading over her face.

Greg and Nick looked at each other, Nick raised his eyebrows and Greg shrugged.

"Warrick."

"Grissom."

"Catherine."

"Now Sara?" Nick said to Greg his face full of confusion. "Why is everyone cancelling on us today?"