Grissom had left for work about half an hour before Catherine had arrived. When Sara opened the door for her it had been awkward for a moment, and then Catherine began her usually talkative rampage of sorts.

"are you hungry?" Sara offered, "Gil just made some fresh soup."

"Gil? Cook?"

Sara nodded, "I'm not really allowed in the kitchen, I'm a horrible cook. Gil's the chief." She spoke while pouring the soup into two bowl and placing one in front of Catherine, "Try it. It's his great grandmothers recipe."

Catherine dipped a spoon into the thick soup, filed with a vast array of chopped vegitable.

"Mmmm" Catherine looked up with surprised eyes. "Who knew, Grissom can cook!"

Sara laughed, "I was just as surprised."

She watched as Catherine look a few more spoonfuls of soup,

"So. . . when did you find out that Grissom could cook?"

Sara thought about what Gil had said earlier, about how their relationship was out so they should be comfortable with their friends and letting their friends into that part of their lives. . .

So she spoke, and decided she wouldn't hold back. . . at least not too much.

"Breakfast in bed. veggie omelet, french toast, fresh fruit, glass of orange juice." she tried to hold back a smirk as Catherine's jaw dropped.

"Oh?"

Sara only gave a slight nod in response.

"Details." she demanded. leaning into the table more.

Sara pondered a moment, "umm . . . Fourth time. . . after we were, um . . ." she cleared her throat, "intimate. His old loft, um. . . yeah."

"And when was the first time?"

"The first time?"

"That you two were . . . as you say, intimate."

"Oh... you're really fishing here aren't you Cath?" she smiled.

"Yes, i want to hear it call, c'mon."

"A few weeks after Nick was abducted."

"That was over two years ago!"

"mmhmm."

"And you two have known each other for...?"

"Over nine."

"And all this time I thought he was this lonely work-a-holic."

Sara smiled. "He's been waiting on me, hand and foot, even though i tell him I'm fine." she admitted.

"Well you should have seen him when we were looking for you. I've never seen him such a reck. He's probably just recovering."

Sara gave a slight nod in acknowledgement.

"I want more detail of this 'relationship'. Im flabbergasted that I did not pick up on this."

"Well we worked hard to keep it that way."

"And what about now? Now that you're out in the open. What about work? and Ecklie?"

"I dont know. Gil said he would move to swing. He thinks I should stay on nights to keep me in familiar settings." the look on Catherine's face expressed her disapproval, but she didn't vocalize it, "but," sara continued, "I'm just letting him think that I'm going along with it for now, eventually though ill be the one to switch. I cant let him leave you guys, He loves you all too much."

"Can't I just do your evaluations? I'm still qualified as a supervisor. That way the team wont change."

"If we had just come forward with the relationship in the first place, then yes. But know, i don't think so. Its part of our 'punishment' in some way."

Catherine sighed heavily, then trying to lighten the mood, "This soup is amazing. I really am shocked."

Sara took away the empty bowls and placed them in the sink. As she turned her left arm hit the counter and she cried out in pain. Catherine jumped to her feet in response.

"Sara! What's wrong!?"

"Ahh- My arm- its . . ." she inhaled a sharp deep breath, "The pill canister. Can you grab me- ahhh- the one on the- the left."

Catherine quickly snatched up the pill bottle and opened it, "How many!?"

"Three" Sara managed to get out, she took the pills and swallowed them dry.

"Can I do something for you in the meantime? Until the pain killers kick in?"

Sara shook her head, "No, thank you. I'll be fine. Ahhh- I just- ugh. My arm and my ribs still kill."

Catherine frowned, "How long did they say it would take to heal?"

"Arm, about 3 months. Ribs, about 5 or 6 weeks."

"So you wont be coming back to work for a while anyway."

"Not if Gil can help it. But I will, maybe a week or two. He just doesn't know it yet." She smirked as Catherine shook her head.

Suddenly Sara began to feel extremely light headed so she sat back down on one of the bar stools and held her head.

"Sara? You alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Sara could feel something overcoming her. She began to feel dizzy and hot, and somewhat loopy too. She attempted to stand and failed. Luckly Catherine caught her before she made her injuries worse

"Okay Sara. Lets get you to bed."

Catherine walked Sara to the bedroom, having her lean the majority of her weight on her. When they got to the bedroom Sara collapsed onto her side of the bed. Catherine went to the master bathroom and made a cold compress for Sara. Bringing it back to her she placed it upon Sara's forehead.

"Thanksss" Sara slurred, "Whichhh pillsss did-I takee??"

Catherine left the room and retrieved the pill bottle and read off the label.

"Crappp- I tolddyouuu on the lefttt. Wrong pillsss. . . I'm only supposed to take one of theseeesee in severe pain."

Catherine went pale.

Sara felt herself going a little numb. Nothing was coherent anymore. She could feel herself talking, but everything started to become a blur.

"Heeee wonttt"

Catherine knew the medication was speaking for her, but she couldn't help but be curious, "He wont what Sara?"

"Heee wonttt have."

"Have what Sara???"

"Hee wontt havee sex withhh mee"

"Grissom!? Why?"

"Too fragileeee. I got hu-hurttt when we tried lasttt timee"

"When was the last time you had?"

"threee daysssbefore the aabductionnn"

"What happened? What did he say Sara??"

"Heee flippedd-on-toppp. anddd ribs, anddd painnn. Anddd he freakeddd outttshttt. and saidd noooooo-'till i recovvverrrr." Her eyes began to droop further down.

Catherine covered her with the blanket.

"Sara... do you think we should call a doctor? or get you to the hospital?"

She didn't respond. Catherine checked her vital signs, everything was fine. she read the bottle and deducted that the dosage she had was bad, but not bad enough to rush her to the ER.

What she did know, from the conversations she had with Sara that night, was that Gil would be furious and frantic when he found Sara in this state.

Catherine stayed close by to Sara as she slept. She took this time to first take in her surroundings, realizing she had never been in their bedroom.

The walls were an aqua blue, floor was paneled with dark stained wood. The room was decorated simply but homely. On Grissom's nightstand was a stack of books, reading glasses, an alarm clock, and lamp. On Sara's side was one book, hand lotion, a hair clip, her cell phone which was turned off, and a lamp. There was a long rectangular painting of a landscape hung over the bed.

She heard the door close and got up, walking out of the bedroom, down the hall, and to the kitchen area where she looked up and saw Grissom locking the door and putting down his feild kit.

"Hey Cath." he said as he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his windbreaker, "where's Sara."

"She's asleep."

"Really? Good. She needs rest. I'm just surprised she feel asleep with you here."

"Well. She didn't really have a choice. . ."

"What are you talking about Cath?"

"Her um. . . Her arm started to hurt so i reached over and grabbed her pills and she said she takes three of them. . ."

"Right. . ."

"And, I apparently grabbed the wrong pills. . ."

"She took three pills of the other medication!!?"

She saw the panic lurch onto his face, "Yeah. But she's fine now. She's asleep, I checked her vitals, she's fine."

Grissom walked right past Catherine and into the bedroom where Sara was asleep. Catherine walked to the bedroom behind him and stood in the doorway watching him.

He placed his hand to her forehead, checking her temperature. He Checked her pulse and brusher her hair out of her face gently. He sighed and walked back to Catherine.

"Thank you for taking care of her Cath, I really appreciate it."

They walked back to the kitchen where he got a glass of water from the fridge and offered her something but she declined. They sat at the island and had a quiet conversation.

TBC. . .