Sara stood at her locker, rummaging through her spare clothes, wanting to freshen herself up for the long night she knew lay ahead. She was just considering a dark blue skin-tight top when she felt warmth against her neck

Sara gasped a little in surprise but then relaxed when she recognized the scent of her husband. Her hand reached up and caressed his soft curls, stroking his scalp lightly.

"What have I done to deserve this treatment?" Sara grinned.

Grissom whispered in her ear. "You were far too accepting when I called off our dinner plans."

Sara looked up at him with mock frustration. "Well then I apologize; next time I'll be sure to put up more of a fight."

Grissom looked at her worriedly for a second before he realized she was joking when she flashed him her prize-worthy smirk.

Sara closed her locker and took Grissom's hand in hers, sitting down with him on the bench.

"So, what's happening with the case?"

Grissom sighed. "Oh that", he thought.

"Well", he said. "Ecklie has ordered me to issue a press release on this guy but… I don't know Sara, I just feel like that's exactly what this guy wants… recognition. I'm beginning to feel more and more like this case is just one big set-up."

Sara stared at him. "You still think the woman was killed with no particular malice."

Grissom shook his head. "I think she was just… in the way."

"In the way of what though? The boy?"

"Maybe… I don't know."

Brass poked his head in through the door. "Gil, there you are… you might want to get your butt into gear, a lady who owns a café off Boulder Highway just phoned in with a positive I.D of Tool Debbor, says he was in there this afternoon."

Grissom stood up and was half way out the door when Brass put his hand on Grissom's chest to stop him from going in farther.

"Aren't you forgetting something there pal?"

Grissom looked at him confused. "Huh?"

Brass motioned toward Sara who was still sitting on the bench in the middle of the locker room. "You're lovely wife there; she might want to tag along if you allow her half a chance."

Grissom looked at Sara who beamed at him cheekily. Grissom looked at her and Brass curtly. "Yeah, I know that… come on Sara."

Sara got up and walked over to the door as Grissom walked out of it hastily.

Brass muttered to her as she walked past him. "He should give you a biscuit for that."

Sara smirked at him and followed her husband down the hall.