Speaking to Jeff McKeen had been a five minute conversation for Grissom as he met with the Undersheriff before shift. McKeen was deep in paperwork, one of the various undersides of holding the position he did. A quick tap on the door and McKeen waved him in so he entered the office.

"Be quick Grissom, I have a press conference in twenty and my secretary has dumped at least half the state of Nevada's paperwork on my desk."

Grissom glanced at the man's desk to see it was stacked with files and folders. "I'd like just five minutes of your time."

McKeen sighed and set him pen down as Grissom shut the door to the office. "Don't tell me there's damage to my lab."

"No, nothing that serious." The criminalist motioned to the chair in front of the desk, "may I?" An offering gesture had the man sitting down. "I was actually coming by because we both know Conrad sometimes acts first and thinks second. Especially with personnel."

The Undersheriff nodded. "I heard one of your CSIs told him off rather to the point of suspension. I'd wish I'd been a fly on the wall for that conversation." Leaning back in the chair, McKeen watched the criminalist think for a few moments. "I'm assuming what you're waiting to tell me could cause Conrad to act irrationally."

"Perhaps." Grissom held the binder of SOPs in his hands and he patted it gently. "I was reading the new SOPs and saw that that interdepartmental relationships only require a form now. Regardless if it was Police or Crime Lab personnel."

"Which one is it?"

"Pardon?"

McKeen motioned to him, "which one is it that you're in a relationship with? Willows, Curtis, or Sidle?"

"Sara."

"Okay." McKeen picked up his phone reciever and dialled a number. Grissom narrowed his eyes, concern flooded his face. "Conrad, it's McKeen. Grissom has something to speak to you about. Find a way for it to work, that's all I have to say."

As soon as McKeen hung up, Grissom met the man's gaze. "If a shift switch…"

"I'll stop you there. Conrad blew your team to hell and back, it just got solidified again after the near loss of Stokes. You and Conrad figure it out, bring Willows in if you have to but your team stays together."

"Thanks Jeff."

As the entomologist headed to the door, McKeen spoke to him. "Good luck, I heard she's a handful." All Grissom could do was shoot the man an expression of bewilderment.

Night shift started and it was an in house night, active cases keeping attention. Catherine and Warrick stayed over to work on their own cases but it didn't stop the two from being in the breakroom together with night shift at the beginning of shift to take ten minutes to talk. Catherine looked over at Sara as the CSI sat with a glare on her face, clearly unhappy about something.

"What happened to you?" Catherine asked Sara as she handed her a cup of coffee.

"Why do men have to be such pigs?" Sara asked her offhandedly. "I swear at this rate, the male species will die off in the centuries to come if they don't change."

Catherine looked over at Warrick and Greg, both of whom threw up their hands as if to say it wasn't them that was causing the sour mood. "You got me, I'm still trying to figure it out and I've already been married and divorced once."

"I say just leave them to their demise." Sara added in reply.

Knowing that their small break was ending, Catherine sent the boys to their work while she headed towards a corner of the lab. She found Grissom working on reports and closed the door behind herself. "What the hell did you do now?"

"Catherine, I don't know what you're talking about." He pulled off his glasses and glanced at his colleague and friend.

"Sara has a glare on her face that hasn't been there since last month when you did that fetal pig experiment with corrosive chemicals. So, I ask again, what did you do?"

Grissom sat back and sighed, "Sara hates doctors and her yearly physical was today."

"I'd believe that but she mentioned something about men being pigs."

"The physician spoke inappropriately so she's upset but it shouldn't interfere with any case or evidence review." Grissom watched Catherine's expression. "She's fine, give her a few hours."

"Uh huh." Catherine sat back in her chair. "And you know this how?"

Figuring the situation would be known before end of shift, Grissom spoke calmly. "I spoke with McKeen and I have to speak to Ecklie when he decides to show up. Sara and I are dating, we have for little over four months."

"Well, one, Thank God you two have gotten your acts together. Two, what the hell! We're getting the team back together just for you to break it up."

"McKeen assures me that it won't affect the team and that between the two of us and Ecklie, we can figure out a workable solution. New SOPs mandate only filling out a form for HR, which we've already done."

Catherine couldn't help but grin. "That girl pined over you for years and you had your head so far up the microscope, you couldn't see anything. What changed?"

"Desert State."

"Say no more, I heard about the incident."

Grissom put his glasses aside. "Two minutes, that's all it took to almost lose her Catherine."

"But you didn't. She's in the breakroom glaring at the table being her usual self." Catherine stood up and chuckled. "Oh the boys are going to threaten you good. The bad part is, we all know how to hide a body and get away with it. Just remember that before you hurt her feelings."

"I…"

The red head pointed at him. "Don't say anything. Just finish your paperwork and expect Sara home a little later than usual. I'm are taking her out for drinks at the end of shift." She shrugged, "it's a girl thing."

Catherine found Sara and Greg in the break room, Greg talking about the case the two were working on. Sara was still glaring at the table, annoyance written all over her face. "…Miller would have left some fingerprints potentially on the latex so I'm going to spray it down to see if I can get anything."

"Let me know if you do." Sara stated and looked up at her coworker.

"Sara, drinks in the morning." Catherine told the woman who still was glaring at the table, "no back outs." She glanced at Sara and found brown eyes watching her. "I got the full scoop, or at least a fraction of the full scoop."

Sara couldn't help the smile that came to her face. "So you know?"

"Hence the drinks. I need to know everything, especially if I have to help deal with Ecklie." Catherine tapped Sara's shoulder with the back of her hand. "I can see you're happy. Five seconds of conversation and that glare is gone. How you performed that miracle, I'll never know."