Sara Sidle sighed. She was hungry, and their food was taking longer than usual to arrive. Greg's cell phone rang constantly in five-minute intervals, and Warrick and Nick were talking sports. She was beginning to think that she should have just gone home.

But Sara knew that had she decided to take the other road, she would be alone in her apartment most likely catching up on the latest, most outrageous reality TV shows and rotting her mind out until she fell asleep on the couch.

What I should be doing, Sara thought to herself, tearing up her straw wrapper and wadding them up into little balls, is spending time with my boyfriend.

As of a few days ago, however, Grissom was beginning to shut her out. He didn't take her out anymore, and they rarely spent time together at each other's houses. Sara wondered what had changed.

She directed her gaze at Nick. "Nick, what's wrong with me?"

Nick looked at her. "Umm… Well, you don't look fat, if that's what you mean."

Sara rolled her eyes. "No, that's not what I mean."

"Tell us, then," Greg said, hanging up his phone.

Sara flicked the tiny wadded up balls across the table at Warrick. "I don't know," she mumbled. "I feel like I'm doing something wrong."

"With Grissom?" Nick asked.

"Yeah."

"Maybe he's just stressed," Warrick suggested. "Convince him to take a day off and the two of you can spend it together. Alone time is a key ingredient when it comes to forming and making relationships work."

"Oh really?" Nick smirked. "And you know this how?"

Warrick shrugged.

"Don't tell me," Greg exclaimed, "You're finally gonna put the moves on Catherine! God knows how long you've been flirting and crushing on her."

Warrick said nothing, but a grin lit up his face.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Anyway," he replied, turning back to Sara, "Warrick's got a good point. You should totally do it."

"Thanks, Nick. Warrick." Sara threw some money down on the table. "The food's not here yet, so I think I'm going bail."

Just then, the waitress arrived at the table with an armful of plates. Greg looked at Sara. "You sure?"

Sara nodded. "Yeah, I'm tired. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Sara waited a half an hour after getting home before she called Grissom. She was sitting on the edge of her bed and began to fidget with a shirt sitting beside her.

"Hello?"

"Grissom. Hi. It's me. Look, I wanted to know if sometime this week you wanted to take a day off with me and go do something?"

Her eyes traveled over to her bedside table where there was a framed picture of her and Grissom. It had been on the newspaper headline when the two of them had solved the highest profile case of the year, and it was the only picture of the two of them together.

"Well, Sara," Grissom's voice said snapping Sara back to the conversation. "I'm not sure."

"Oh… okay then."

"But we'll see," Grissom added quickly. "Get some rest, Sara. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks." As she hung up, she smiled. Grissom wasn't avoiding her or anything silly like that, he was just busy. Yeah. That was it.