The meeting couldn't have gone any better or worse in fact. Sara has her job; Grissom still has one of the best criminalists in Vegas in his lab. But Ecklie and Catherine were pissed, severely. He thought he heard the whispers of "special treatment" as he turned to leave the room but decided that was a fight for another day. And for a man who struggles to read people, their emotions or grasp office politics, even he knew that picking another fight with those two today wasn't going to end well.

Walking over to his truck in the parking lot of the lab, he unlocks the vehicle from a few feet away. Throwing his briefcase in the back, he slides into the driver's seat. Pulling the visor down, he slips his sunglasses from their hiding place and pushes them onto his nose. Checking his rear view mirror, his cell phone rings from his jacket pocket. Fishing it out quickly, he doesn't even look at the caller.

'Grissom.'

'He's gone.' He leans back in the seat, a smile creeping across his face at the sound of her voice.

'You ok?'

'Yeah, are you? How was the meeting?'

'I'm good. The meeting, it was… Interesting.' He sandwiches the cell between his ear and his shoulder as he tugs on the seatbelt, fastening it in place with a loud click.

'Do I need to bring in my gun?'

'No. Sara you still have your job.' He stabs at the ignition a few times unsuccessful with his keys, frustration starting to grow.

'Shame.'

'Sorry?' He fumbles with the keys one last time before finally admitting defeat and looking down as he thrusts the metal into the ignition.

'Would have made this a lot easier.' She laughs aloud and he looks around the lot, as if someone could hear her down the phone.

'Made what easier?'

'Well, we wouldn't be working together then.' He can hear the smile in her tone. But he doesn't get it and scrunches his face in confusion. Sensing he isn't following she continues quickly. 'This morning. At my apartment. Just before Greg hammered on the door. Griss, we wouldn't have to sneak around if you weren't my boss?'

'Oh.' He plucks the phone from between his shoulder and head and switches it to his other hand as he twists the keys in the ignition, bringing the truck to life.

'You do get what I'm saying right?'

'Yeah, sorry. It's been a long day.' They sit in silence, letting everything sink in. 'What are you doing now?'

'Speaking to you.' She teases. 'I'm just sat on my bed. What about you?'

'Just about to leave the lab.'

'Do you…?'

'Yes.'

'Ok.'

'Ok.'

'See you soon?'

'See you soon.' He snaps the phone shut and places it on the passenger seat. Reversing out of his spot he merges into the late afternoon traffic.