A/N – Okay, this is a short chapter. It's hard to write anything when your eight year old son has put the image of Super Thermal Underwear Man from the Undie World in your head (especially after the graphic description of how he shoots underwear from his sleeve as his weapon of choice).

Disclaimer – This chapter is too short to really need one, right?

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Grissom managed to get a few hours sleep, but all of it fitful. He'd started off in a blissful state of nothingness, and ended up jolting alert as he began dreaming of that young couple. On a sigh, he decided there wasn't any use dwelling, so he got up and took a shower. Standing under the spray, he tried to wash the aching fatigue away. With little fuss or energy, he headed into work.

"Okay guys," Grissom said, standing in the doorway of the break room, "it's going to be a very slow day." Looking around the room, he added, "Finish up any paperwork and log your outstanding reports. If things don't pick up, I'll start sending you home." On a sigh, he said, "If you need me, I'll be in my office."

Warrick and Catherine immediately headed out to take care of their own paperwork, while Greg contemplated how tired he felt. "So, any chance Grissom will send us home soon – like in the next two minutes?" he asked Nick, the only other remaining occupant.

When he only received a grunt in reply, Greg figured Nick had similar thoughts. As the two men lay sprawled in chairs, half asleep, Greg was surprised to hear Nick finally put a sentence together.

"So… married. Figures," Nick muttered.

Laughing, and starting to feel a little more than punchy, Greg opened his eyes and said, "For some strange reason I'm not the least bit surprised."

His own eyes popping open, Nick frowned for a moment, and said, "Funny. It doesn't surprise me either."

Meanwhile, the man in question sat in his office trying to focus on paperwork. With blurry eyes, Grissom decided enough was enough. Dropping the outstanding paperwork on the corner of his desk, he checked his outstanding emails. There were three generic messages from the sheriff's office, one from Ecklie's secretary reminding him that budget reports were due next week, and four from the IT department warning that the systems were going to be down for five minutes for an upgrade of the computer systems.

After hitting the delete key a few times, Grissom paused. Hitting the New email button, he composed.

To: SGrissom

From: GGrissom

Sara, as I am sitting in my office, I'm pretty sure we're back to being the talk of the lab. Ecklie asked me to say hello to my wife. Of course, he made the comment in front of the entire team. At least this time it's wasn't my big mouth.

I miss you and can't wait to see you.

Love, Gil

P.S. – Does Greg often sleep in the lab? I think he was wearing the same shirt yesterday.

After hitting Send, he picked up the latest National Forensics Journal. An hour later, Grissom dropped the journal on his desk and wandered to the break room. It took everything he had not to smirk at the sight of Nick lightly snoring and Greg inhaling coffee and yawning.

"Go home, guys," Grissom said, his voice startling them from half dead to alert. With that, he left his guys to figure out how to get their listless bodies to their feet and out the door.

He would later blame it on fatigue when Grissom voluntarily sat down in a vacant chair in Catherine's office, without having a specific case to discuss. "I just sent Nick and Greg home, so let's hope we don't get anything tonight," he said. For a few minutes, Catherine just watched her colleague – someone she considered a confidant.

"You've never been much to talk about what's going on in your life," Catherine said. When Grissom's normally passive face showed just the slightest hint of a frown, she continued, "You've given each of us a little glimpse on occasion." She shook her head when she laughed, "Sara's just as bad."

"Is there a point to this, Cath?" Grissom asked, blandly.

"No," she smirked. "Just making an observation," she said.

Sighing, he rubbed his hand over his eyes, and said, "If you need me, I'll be in my office." Slowly he made his way there, determined to finish off the paperwork on his desk. He found himself in the DNA lab.

"Can I get something for you, Grissom?" Wendy asked, her face a picture of curiosity. She was really thinking, Did I forget something? Miss something? A covert glance around her lab had her features changing to confusion, as she didn't see any outstanding work.

"Actually, no. I wanted to let you know that I read Greg's report on the case you worked with him. He said you were insightful, logical, and consistent," Grissom said, then concluded with, "This information will be added to your application."

When she flushed and said, "Thank you," Grissom quickly made his way out of the DNA lab. Back in his office, Grissom brought up his email, and smiled.

To: GGrissom

From: SGrissom

Gil, Someone was bound to find out sometime. I submitted my status change forms to human resources months ago. I'm just surprised it took this long. Please be safe and take care of yourself and Hank. I'll see you soon.

Call me tomorrow when you have time. I could use to hear your voice, but not tonight. Right now I need to process a few things I learned today.

Love, Sara

P.S. – Remind Greg NOT to wear the hideous Hawaiian shirt he keeps in his locker and to bring in an extra t-shirt occasions like today. The obnoxious shirt seems to really annoy the boss.

Grissom smiled at the start of the message, but frowned towards the end.

However, at the postscript, he remembered the pink and green shirt of Greg's, and smirked. It's a good thing I sent him home, Grissom thought to himself. With a resigned sigh, he then picked up the paperwork and set to finishing it.

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