It's rather short but I'm just 'building' :-D

Catherine sat in her office consumed by darkness. Catherine had chosen the wrong night to send Grissom home! It had been a busy shift, Greg and Nick were investigating a hit and run, Warwick was out in Henderson investigating an arson attack on a vehicle, Wendy was backed up in DNA and to top it off somebody had tripped the power in Catherine's office so she was working by candle light. She was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, oh how she hated doing paperwork! The pen she was writing with quickly found itself meeting the wall to the left of her desk.

"Coffee break," she said aloud to herself. She quickly rose from her chair and made her way to the room known as the break room. As she walked there she tried to sniff out for some of Greg's special brew but unfortunately all she could smell was sterile coffee. Catherine, well most of the team actually, hated the company brought coffee but it was rare now-a-days that Greg drank any of his own, probably due to the fact that it reminded him that Sara wasn't there. On entering the break room she saw Nick sat down on the sofa with his hands around a cup of coffee.

"You alright there Nicky?"

"Hey boss yeah just taking a break while waiting for Brass to bring in our suspect," Nick replied quickly, too quickly for Catherine's liking she walked in front of him making her way to the coffee, she stopped when she was in front of him and lifted his coffee cup out of his hand, it was cold, "You don't like the coffee here either hey?"

Nick just shrugged his shoulders in reply. Catherine sighed and ruffled his hair as she continued on her journey. Once Catherine had reached the counter she sighed, no-one had bothered to wash up any cups, she added Nick's cup of cold coffee to the collection. She'll be dammened if she was going to do them! So she opened one of the cupboards at the top and she spied a cup right at the top. She tried reaching it but after three attempts she wasn't successful.

"Nick could you just grab that cup for me?" Catherine asked, after a few seconds of getting no reply she turned around and surveyed Nick. Nick was sat on the sofa, his body language was stiff and he was starring at the door. Catherine walked over and gently placed her hand on his shoulder, "Nick?" she asked softly.

Nick immediately got up from the sofa and said a little louder than normal, "Aren't you worried Catherine?"

Catherine walked round the sofa and looked at Nick puzzled.

"No one hears nothing, she just walks out with no goodbye, she could be anywhere Catherine," Nick paused for a moment and looked at Catherine, Catherine saw the tears forming in his eyes then he carried on his voice much quieter and softer, "I'm scared, scared for her, we both know what it's like out there, we see it every day, I keep thinking when I turn up to a crime scene, is it going to be her? Why isn't she in contact with anyone? Doesn't she know what she's doing to us?"

In her head Catherine sighed trying to form some kind of sentence, "I can't explain Sara's actions, I don't know where she is, I do worry but you know what Nick," Catherine paused and looked at Nick hoping for some eye contact but Nick didn't obey the hidden command so Catherine continued, "This is Sara Sidle we are talking about, Sara is strong, you know she holds her own, Sara is safe."

"No! No! NO!," Nick raised his voice, louder than before, "She needs someone, it's a basic human instinct, she was falling apart and she had no one! You're wrong Catherine. You don't know her. You hated her!" Nick then stormed out of the room.

Catherine stood there bound by stillness, what should she do? She could either go after Nick or return to the paperwork. If she went after Nick she ran into the danger of getting him more wound up plus she didn't want to make it seem like she was just going after Nick to convince him she didn't hate Sara. So the decision was made, Catherine went back into her office to finish her beloved paperwork by candlelight.

Catherine entered the dim lit office, somehow managing to be given a load more of case files and paperwork. Catherine sighed as she struggled to make it over to the desk. She placed rather heavily the folders she had acquired.

"Tough shift?" a voice in the dark asked.

Catherine jumped up to the North pole and back in a split second! "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I just can't..." the voice struggled to get out the words.

"That's love! You can crash at mine for a few days if you like? Me and Linds will help take your mind off things. Plus I want to make sure you're taken off," Catherine said in her motherly voice.

"Now there is an offer I can't refuse! But are you sure?"

"Gil...you know me, I don't offer what I don't want to offer!"

Grissom let his face turn upwards for a few seconds...the first time in a long while...

Grissom let Catherine lead the way in to her busy home. Catherine opened the door and somehow managed to avoid tripping over the pile of shoes, Gil however was not so lucky. Catherine let a little giggle escape her lips as she saw Grissom flat on his back. Grissom as well let out a smile and held up his hand expecting Catherine to lend a hand however a little fireball of cuteness chose this moment to come running through the house. Lindsey bounded on to Grissom and gave him a tight hug then did the same to her mother.

"Mom," she asked in that childish tone of want.

"Yes..." Catherine asked cautiously.

"Waffles for breakfast?" Lindsey asked with a small smile.

"Only if they have cream," Catherine bantered back with.

"But mom you know I hate cream," Lindsey exclaimed as they walked into the kitchen. Grissom was then left to get himself up on his own, 'Sara liked cream,' was the only thought occupying his mind.

Catherine, Lindsey and Grissom were in the middle of making the waffles well it was more like fun and mess but there were smiles on everyone's faces and happy banter. The laughter was caught out by the ringing of a phone. Catherine made her way into the hallway to answer it, the thought of how she would answer it crossed her mind, her face and hands were covered in wippy cream and maple syrup, but she was too busy laughing to care so she went right ahead and picked up the phone.

"Hello," she said trying to sound serious.

"I need you."