Pulled away from paperwork by call from Brass, Grissom found himself with Catherine standing over the body of their victim. It was suggested as being a fall down the stairs but something about it was off from just a single look. The two co-supervisors, even if their titles weren't identical, worked to call the team to the house to assist. Playing through scenarios with Catherine and Sara, the younger woman able to run scenarios in her head regarding the physics of the fall, they realized there was indeed something off.

Walking through the house, Grissom found Sara in the master bedroom looking around. He'd passed the guest room but found it contained the husband's items. Sara flashed her light at him. "Hey. Husband slept in the other room. His reading glasses are on the nightstand. Clothing in the dresser."

Grissom acknowledged her statement. "That's odd. A man and woman, who don't share a bedroom, arrange to have a night alone. Send their daughter to a relative. Go out to dinner. Have drinks by the pool but they sleep in separate bedrooms."

He watched her come up with explanations as she looked off to the side. "Maybe one of them snored or had insomnia or liked to work at night."

"Or maybe they were suffocating each other and he couldn't breathe."

Her instant turn away with a blank expression on her face made him aware he said the wrong thing. Sara opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out something. Waiting for her to say something to him about his statement, he watched her carefully. "Sexual lubricant. It's half empty. Sticky." As he expected, her statement came. "You know, you don't have to sleep in the same bed together to have sex, or…" there was a minute pause, "have romance."

Not knowing what to say, he suggested he'd see Doc Robbins but in a weird way. He was tongue-tied from the conversation they'd just had. "I'm going to go see the doctor."

It had to be a minute before she spoke. "I'll grid the house."

Catherine caught Sara in the hall later after she returned to the lab, the two of them started to walk and talk. "Hey, you get done with the grid?"

"I did, and fair warning, Gil is acting weird." Sara told her supervisor.

"Define weird? The man thrives on being weird." Catherine motioned to Sara, "you're the only thing in his life that isn't weird."

Sara tilted her head. "True."

"Any sign of a murder weapon?"

"If there was a murder weapon, it was not in that house. We searched everywhere."

Catherine looked at Sara's hand, "what's in the bag?"

Sara held it up, "sex lube, found at the crime scene. Autopsy revealed Becky was sexually active. Ray claims they both have been celibate for the past four years."

"And you wanted to see if her lover's prints were on that bottle."

"Two viable prints, both in a light coat of lube. One was Becky's and the other is an Adam Gilford," she handed Catherine the file she had in her other hand. "Work card is in the system. He's an executive at Western Airlines."

Catherine continued reading the file. "Lovers and co-workers. That never works."

Ignoring the statement, Sara continued talking. "If Ray did find out about the affair, that's motive."

As Catherine and Sara left Western Airlines, Sara turned to her supervisor and spoke about her therapy appointment the next day. "Hey, Catherine. Do you remember when I blew up at you and Ecklie?"

"Like I could forget." Catherine climbed into the driver's seat of the SUV while Sara got into the passenger seat. "Why, Ecklie bring it up?"

"No, after that whole situation I started to go to therapy." She turned to the redhead, "Gil suggested I should tell you since I have a standing appointment every week. I may have to leave work on Wednesdays if I'm working a double."

Catherine looked at her for a fraction of a second while pulling out of the parking spot they'd parked in. "Just let me know you're going and if you're working a double, we'll just count it as your lunch."

"Thanks." Sara twisted her hands together, nervous. "I didn't know how'd you take it."

"Your temper has been absent for a while so it must be helping."

Sara nodded, "it is helping and having Gil work with me on some of my assignments, helps even more." She watched Catherine's expression signal she was confused. "My therapist gives me homework assignments. Stupid things meant to make me think about whatever is bothering me."

"I assume you have an appointment day after tomorrow."

"Yeah, but it's only an hour. Two at most."

Catherine nodded, "okay, we'll see what Wednesday morning brings."

As the sun began to rise, Grissom returned to his office to find Sara sitting in a chair across from his desk working on a crossword puzzle. She had her feet propped up against the edge of the desk and looked relaxed. He knew she'd been dealing with the victim's lover and blackmail scheme alongside Catherine. He'd been focused on the preemptive strike by the ADA and DA. Their conversation at the house was two days old and she'd gone back to her own apartment the day before.

"I can feel you staring at me Gilbert." She spoke without taking her eyes off the paper and pen in her hands.

Walking to his desk, he sat down and looked up to find her eyes on him. "I want to apologize for what I said at the Lester house."

"You didn't say anything wrong." Sara put the crossword and pen down in her lap. "I was the one that responded erroneously." She shrugged, "sometimes when we talk at scenes, my brain misinterprets or places us in couples' places. You know I'm working on that with my therapist."

He nodded, "I know." Sitting back in his chair, he continued to watch her. "I've never told you but I'm proud you're still going to her. I know how hard it is for you to talk about your childhood and how it affects you now in many ways."

She smiled and looked back down at the crossword. "Four letter antonym for Thanatos." She asked and it was silent before they both spoke at once.

"Eros." Both smiled at each other as they realized they'd spoken together.

After she finished writing in the word, Sara handed him the completed crossword. "I'm taking Catherine out for a drink. This case was rough on her, with it being the daughter who is the same age as Lindsey."

"I won't wait up." He told her as she reached the door.

Smirking at him, knowing him as well as she did, Sara spoke to him. "Yes, you will. You always do."

Sara unlocked the townhouse door around nine only to grab onto Hank's collar as he tried to bolt past her. She released him once the door was shut and she'd placed her field kit down beside Grissom's and her purse on the small table by the door that held a dish with their keys. Making her way downstairs and down the hall, she found Grissom at his desk in his office bent over some insects that he was in the process of preserving.

"How was your drink with Catherine?"

Walking over, Sara put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Okay. I let her do most of the talking and then followed her home since she had two."

"You two are becoming stronger friends by the day."

Chuckling, Sara moved to the second work bench in the office and grabbed the second chair, pulling it over. "It's either Catherine or Sofia. I'm going to go with your ex over the woman who had a crush on you."

He looked up and turned his head to her. "She's not my ex."

"Sure she is." Sara smirked, "she's your ex-work wife. She's told me some information about you that I've never known. I love learning secrets regarding you."

"You two together is dangerous combination."

Bending over to look at the insects under the magnifier, Sara spoke softly. "Do you need any help?"

"I only have two more to pin." He picked up a pin from a nearby jar and pinned one of the wings. "Do you want to write out the genus and species?"

Picking up the fine-tipped felt pen, Sara found a precut paper in a second jar on the desk. Writing out the genus, she paused before writing the species. "Pollenia rudis?"

"Well done." The praise caused as mile as Sara finished writing and slid the paper to him.

With him occupied, Sara rose and leaned over to kiss Grissom's crown before leaving the office for the bedroom. She paused in the doorway. "Gil?"

"Yes dear?" He inquired without looking up.

"Come with me to therapy tomorrow?"

He looked up at her. "Of course."

Sara smiled at him, "I'm going to take a shower and climb into bed. Are you going to join me anytime soon?"

"Five minutes and I'll be there."

"Good, I could use some help with my back and hair." He saw the desire and spark in her eyes so he turned back to his task. He wanted to complete his work quickly so he could join her.

Sara stood in the bathroom straightening her hair when Grissom took time to watch her from the doorway. The straightener had appeared one day in his bathroom, within reach of some of her toiletries she kept at his place. When she found it while looking for one of the hair ties she'd left in his bathroom drawer, she'd sought him out and kissed him. He loved her hair when it was curled but he'd bought her a straightener because he knew she preferred her hair straight.

"What's on the agenda today?" He inquired quietly about her therapy.

Sara pulled the straightener from her hair, finally finished, and turned it off. Setting it on the countertop to allow it to cool, she turned to him. "Communication and perceptions related to communication."

Grissom opened his hand and held it up, a necklace hung from his fingers. "I saw this and knew it was perfect for you."

"You seem to like to give me necklaces." She told him playfully, turning her back to him so he could put it on her. "What's the occasion this time?"

"We've been together six months." He stated as he clasped the necklace together.

Sara reached for the necklace and fingered it because it was the first metal necklace he'd given her. A silver chain that held an open rectangle, nothing fancy or expensive. If she had to guess, it was well under a hundred dollars. "What does it mean? The design, does it mean anything?"

As she turned, he watched her finger the necklace. "It's not a square, which has perfect angles and sides. You aren't perfect, just like a rectangle, but like silver, you're beautiful."

Pushing her lips to one side as she smiled, Sara reached forward to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. "Like always, you know what to say to make me smile." Pulling her arms away, Sara reached up to roll the necklace between her fingers. "It's perfect, thank you."

After checking his watch, Grissom reminded her of the appointment. "It's an hour out from your appointment. With traffic, we need to leave within half an hour."

Like often after therapy, Sara sat on the couch quietly watching a muted nature documentary with subtitles. She didn't want to be disturbed or made to do anything. Despite having been with her for the session, Grissom left her alone to decompress. It was the space she needed and despite it being his townhouse, he stayed in his office working on his insect collection. He hadn't finished working on all the insects they'd collected on their camping trip.

Eventually, he left the office and made his way to kitchen to start making dinner. Their shift was slated to start in two hours and they needed to eat. His phone ringing made him reach for the device, hoping it didn't disturb Sara. Hank was sitting at her feet and the dog preferred Sara, much to Grissom's shock until he realized what his dog was actually doing. The boxer understood that Sara was constantly struggling with the past and the emotions surrounding it, even if she didn't look like it. He was there to provide company and emotional support, always laying at Sara's feet or beside her on the bed.

"Hey Catherine." He answered the call and listened as the woman spoke to him about hours. They'd both worked doubles for two day straight, only taking off for eight hours between the doubles. Everyone had pulled a double so their timesheets didn't flow into overtime. "Okay, we'll be there. Have you started the scene yet or are you still waiting for PD to finish their part?" He nodded as he glanced where the couch was and where he knew Sara was decompressing. "About an hour and we'll be there."

When he hung up, Grissom climbed the short staircase and found Sara laid across the couch, asleep and undisturbed unless one counted the wet tear tracks on her cheek. Grissom didn't want to disturb her but he had to. Catherine had a bus crash with their names on it and PD would be finished by the time they were present at the scene. Reaching out with the back of his forefinger, Grissom rubbed the tear stains away before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Sara, Honey, wake up." He spoke softly but loud enough he knew she'd wake to. As she blinked awake, he ran his hand down her arm and brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

Groggy and tired, Sara sat up slowly. "Work?"

"Bus crash, all CSIs are demanded to show up on scene."

With her in cotton pajama pants and a tank top, Sara realized she'd have to get dressed. Taking a few minutes to grab a shirt and pants that could get dirty, if necessary, Sara opened the top drawer of the chest of drawers to find various things, she'd taken two drawers instead of just one. Grissom didn't mind and often just dressed himself also, allowing some semblance of privacy even if he'd seen her body in every way possible.

Coffee was a must and so Sara made coffee while chewing on a piece of toast. It became a strange routine that helped fill her belly with something other than coffee. Grissom fed Hank and rubbed him down. As he stood, Sara held out a coffee to him. "Did Greg say anything when you talked to him?"

"Just that the bus smells horrible and the driver was a crazy."

Grissom held out his hand in a silent gesture and Sara placed the keys in his hand. He always drove when they had a case and Sara hadn't had much sleep. The younger CSI grabbed their kits from where they sat by the couch, leaving the townhouse as Grissom locked the door behind them. It would be like any other day at any other scene. He was determined to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't have any reactions to the therapy session. It had been productive and they spoke about their misunderstandings when Sara relates to the victims or others they interviewed.

Let me know what you think about this chapter. I had to rewrite it because the original didn't make sense.