The sound of lapping waves were the only sounds external to interior of the tent. Sara Sidle watched as her boyfriend played the word 'walnut' during their game of Scrabble. Hank was asleep with his head on her crossed legs. With her lips quirked to the side, she looked down to see what she could play and immediately laid out tiles to spell 'timid' as wind hit their tent, Lake Mead's shores creating a peaceful environment for their weekend.

"We're almost out of tiles." Grissom told her, "so the game really begins."

"Well, I think you once said you envied no one at war with me." Sara grabbed her bottle of water from beside her and took a drink.

Grissom chuckled, "war yes, games no."

Sara was about to open her mouth when a phone rang. It sat in the small pocket above their pillows at the top of the tent. She turned around and picked up the ringing phone, holding it out to him. "Brass."

He accepted the phone and opened it, watching as Sara started putting their game away. "Yeah Jim, what is it?" As he listened to Brass, he saw Sara starting to get their stuff together. Hank stood up and stretched, laying down at the end of the sleeping bags. "I'm out at Lake Mead with Sara but I'll be there as quickly as I can."

After he hung up, he looked at Sara to see her bent over, gathering their personal items in one of the bags they put extra things in when camping. The silence made her turn to him, "what is it?"

"Missing child."

She nodded, "alright. Let's get this cleaned up and head back home, I'll drop you off at the lab along the way." Working together, they got their campsite broken down and packed the SUV before getting inside and headed back home.

Walking past the breakroom, Sara paused as she saw Grissom sitting at the table watching the news report regarding the missing boy. His expression read of torment, like he was unsure of everything. Sara paused in her way to Catherine's office to speak to her and entered the breakroom. Walking over to Grissom, she stood behind his chair and wrapped her arms around his upper body, kissing his head. He put a hand on her arm as she spoke to him.

"You need to get some sleep." Sara told him, "before you get a migraine. You've been running non-stop since Brass called you."

He shook his head a fraction. "I can't Sara, it's impossible to stop and rest when there's a child missing."

"Let me help Catherine for a while. Let me take the burden for once." Pulling away, she watched him turn towards her. "You can't help Jesse if you're not at your best."

Grissom took her hand and held it, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "When did the tables turn? When do you become the voice of reason?"

"About the time this man I know started to love me and we began to build a life. I stopped drowning in cases because I have a life outside of the work" There was a smile on her face. "Go home for a few hours, get something to eat and rest. I'll let you know if there's anything you're needed for."

The sound of music filled the townhouse as Grissom walked in the door. After devesting his coat and putting his kit away next to Sara's own, he walked downstairs and to the office. Sara was at the desk she'd claimed and was writing in one of her journals. His head was pounding, a migraine was seconds away, but the sight of Sara at home and content made his near request to turn off her music never leave his lips. She knew he was there but said nothing, knowing there were times he just enjoyed watching her. His headache was splitting so he turned and headed for the bedroom, closing the door till only an inch remained open.

Sara reached for the remote and turned off the music, allowing silence to fill the townhouse. She knew he was suffering a migraine, his silence and behavior indicative of it. Closing the blue faux-leather journal, she set it aside and headed to the bedroom to check on him after a quick stop to fill a glass with water. She was correct that a migraine was present by the fact the door was almost closed, the extra set of blackout curtains were drawn when they usually just stayed on the edges of the window, and his arm over his face as he lay fully clothed except for his shoes having been pushed off. Going to the bathroom, she opened the cabinet and grabbed the medication that sat inside. Opening the bottle, Sara poured a tablet into her palm before returning it to the cabinet.

Quietly walking around the bed, she sat by his hip on the edge of the bed. "Gil, you need to take your Sumatriptan before you sleep." Her voice was a whisper and he responded by lowering his arm and sitting up only a fraction to take the pill from her hand and the water.

No words were exchanged, he didn't feel capable of talking and she didn't want to cause any further pain. Once the water was on the nightstand, Sara left the room and closed the door. Going back to the office, she grabbed her phone and texted Catherine that Grissom would possibly be unavailable to work but only the evening would tell. Once he was deeply asleep, Sara got ready for bed and joined him.

The sound of an alarm woke Sara from sleep and she opened her eyes as the alarm was silenced. Waking enough to realize Grissom had been suffering a migraine before she went to sleep, she turned over to see him at the closet pulling out new clothes. He was still in his clothes from the previous shift, having just enough energy to remove his shoes earlier that morning. A small smile formed on her face at the sight of him up and around.

"Hey." Her voice was soft on purpose in case there was residual effect from the migraine still lingering.

He turned to her as he stood at the closet and observed as Sara sat up, still under the covers but arms around her knees. "Thank you for this morning."

"You've taken care of me when I'm sick, I'm only doing the exact same thing." Sara shrugged, "you don't have to thank me for taking care of you, Gil."

Ignoring the closet, he crossed the room and sat on the bed so he was facing her. "I should have listened to you and rested instead of going non-stop during this case. I know next time I will."

"You listening to me?" She spoke playfully, "don't let Catherine and the boys know, they'll question your sanity."

A soft chuckle escaped him. "I assume you texted Catherine?"

"I did but I told her that the decision would be made closer to shift." Sara pushed back hair that had fallen out of her ponytail while she slept. "Are you up for going to work or should I plan to go alone?"

"I'll likely stay in office tonight. I have a lot of paperwork to do anyways." He reached out to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You look…"

Sara put up a finger. "If you say anything that doesn't pertain to a mess, horrible, or ugly, you can save it."

"You always look radiant after you wake up."

Groaning, she leaned down to rest her head against her legs. "I look horrible after I wake up."

"'Beauty in things exist in the mind which contemplates them.'" He quoted to her, "simply put my dear, I see you as beautiful because it's how I view you."

"Your view of beauty is questionable at best." She told him as she picked up her head. "You find me attractive even covered in soupy decomp."

He rubbed her leg as it was in reach. "Because you are."

On the way to the lab, Sara looked over at Grissom as he drove their SUV. After a few minutes of contemplating what to say or at least, how to say what, she reached out her hand and grasped his as it set ideally on his thigh. He glanced over at her with a smile and squeezed her hand before leaving their hands threaded together against his thigh.

"Do you think with my mother's diagnosis, I'd be at risk for post-partum psychosis?"

He thought for a moment before answering. "I know mental health can be genetic and schizophrenia is one that tends to be, but if you were at risk, you'd have developed it by now. As for post-partum psychosis, every woman is at risk and genetic factors are possible. Either way, there are treatments and unlike Karen Matthews, you have a family that will stand beside you."

Sara nodded before she sighed, "every step I take in life, it always comes back to my mother and her illness. I'm always questioning myself and whether it'll affect me."

"You may be always questioning yourself Sara, but you're living a different life." He glanced over to see Sara looking at him despite the fact she was resting her head on her propped up arm against the window. "And you're seeking treatment, which is something your mother never did."

"I know, it just annoys me is all."

Grissom brought their hands up and he kissed the back of her hand. "I'm here to listen when it gets annoying."

"I know and I love that you are." A smile spread across her face as Sara met his eyes. "I just love you, period."

"As I do you." He turned his attention to the road, still holding her hand. "As I do you."

I felt like this episode would mildly affect Sara due to the mental illness aspect and Grissom because it involved a child. Cases regarding children are hard on Grissom and I feel like he'd go continuously until the case is over. That could create a migraine if one goes for days.

Let me know what you think of this chapter.