Too Bad +++++++++ That night Grissom had brought her on a romantic dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. They had eaten delicious food, laughed, danced, and gone home to make love after Sara had agreed to marry him.

They layed together in bed before drifting off. The next morning Sara had questions.

"So, How do we tell the guys?"

"You mean the ones who don't already know?"

"Yes those ones."

"Well there is a mandatory Christamas ball coming up we could do it then."

"Okay," She said before kissing him and drifting off into sleep.
The next night at work Grissom had put her and Catherine on a decomp. At the end of shift she came into the shower room.

"Sara, I'm sorry for putting you on that decomp," he said outside her stall.

"It's okay, but don't think you're getting any tonight," She poked her head out from behind the curtain and smiled at him. Just then the door opened and before she could think Sara pulled Grissom into the stall with her.

"Sara, are you in here?" Catherine called.

"Yeah."

"Well, look I just wanted to tell you that I think Gil might be seeing someone."

Sara smiled at him and put on her saddest voice, "Huh?"

"A while ago, when it was his night off, I went over to his house because he was needed for a case and wasn't answering his phone. When I got there, it was obvious that he was living with someone. I found them in the shower together. I still don't know who she is, but I'm really sorry Sara. If you want to talk or anything, just call okay."

You could tell by her voice that Catherine really was sorry things did not work out for Grissom and Sara.

Sara stifled a giggle as Grissom hugged her, his clothes utterly soaked.

"Thanks Catherine, I really appreciate it."

Catherine was still worried," If you still want to talk, remember what I said."

"Yeah."

They heard Catherine leave and Sara continued to squeeze lemons into her hair.

"You pulled me into the shower," Grissom accused.

"Technically, it was your fault for coming in here anyway."

"I came in here to tell you I was sorry!"

"For a decomp which you assigned me to."

Grissom closed his mouth and looked at her. She did have a point.

"How about you get out of those wet clothes?" Sara wiggled her eyebrows.

"Love to."

Grissom undressed and layed his wet clothes to dry next to Sara's.

Soon, their shower was done and Sara got out and dressed. Grissom still stood there in a towel with a frown as he looked down at his still wet clothes.

"You think that you're going to dry them with your heat vision?" Sara questioned.

"My clothes are still wet, if I go out there, everyone will question me."

"Then how about you stay here and I go get your spare clothes?"

"Okay then, off you go," he smiled at her and sat down next to his drying clothes, closing his eyes and resting his head against the tile. Sara left to get his clothes from the locker room.

After a while, Grissom heard the door open and called out without opening his eyes.

"Did you get them?"

"What did I get? Why are you here? and who do you think I am?"

Grissom's eyes flew open and he stared at Sofia, who was leaning against the doorway to the stall, a foot or two away from him.

"What are you doing here?"

"That's what I should be asking you," She had a smile on her face.

The door swung open again and Sara walked in, her smile disappearing at the sight of Sofia.

"Sofia, hi."

"I was just looking for you," Sofia smiled, she knew what was up, but was going to make them spell it out for her, "Look who I found instead."

Grissom smirked at her.

Sofia's smile grew wider,"What's in the bag?"

"Nothing."

"You can tell me."

Sara glared at her,"Clothes."

"For who, Grissom?"

Sara hung her head, she knew exactly what Sofia was doing, "Yeah."

"Oh, okay," she said, "Busted," came out in an even higher pitch. Sara looked up and smirked at Sofia, who was making her way towards her. Sofia suprised Sara by taking her in a hug and whispering in her ear,"I'm happy for you."

Sofia made her way towards the door and before opening called to both of them,"Don't worry, your secrets safe with me, just be more careful," She winked and left.

Sara still gaped at the closed door.

"Sara?"

She turned towards Grissom.

"My clothes," She handed the bag to him and he started to get dressed. As he was putting on his socks he glanced up at her.

"You know, you give her a lot less credit than she is due."

"Sofia?"

"Yeah."

"I guess she's not so bad."

She smiled down at him and he stood and kissed her lightly. "Let's get out of here."

"You read my mind."