The team are gathered in the break room, teasing Sara about what she did or probably didn't do during her suspension. She carefully constructs some easy lies to cover the truth, planting seeds that she hopefully won't forget to flower later, should someone chase up her supposed antics this past week. Grissom enters, head bowed down with two slips in his hands. Looking up he attracts everyone's attention, and the conversations die as quickly as they begun.

'Warrick, you still have that arson case, correct?' Warrick nods, more so into his coffee cup that towards his supervisor before dipping his head and leaving the room.

'Catherine, multiple homicide in Henderson. Nick you go with her. Responding officer described the scene, and I quote, as messy.' She whips the piece of paper out of his hands thrusting it into her mouth before she snaps a hair tie from her slender wrist, twirling her hair into a bun atop of her head. He turns as Catherine stomps out of the break room, Nick in tow, towards Sara, a small smirk not going unnoticed by her. Her first shift back from her suspension. Their first time seeing each other in work, or fully clothed for a while for that matter since everything changed. She steps forward and smiles at him, eyebrows raising in question as to what he has for her.

'Sara. Hit and run on the strip. Take Greg. Brass is already there.' She takes the little slip from him, reading the data a few times before dropping her hand to her side.

'Oh great, the strip. Plenty of witnesses this time of night, but none of them sober.' She turns to Greg who shrugs and leaps out of his seat, eager to work with the brunette.

'I'll be in my office, paperwork. Call if you need anything.' They look between themselves as Grissom turns to leave, he would never actively chose paperwork over going into the field. Sensing their eyes burning into the back of his head, he turns slowly to find them stood there waiting. 'What?' They both shake their heads and scurry past him towards the locker room.

'Sara, can I see you in my office before you go.' She passes the paper slip to Greg and turns on her heels following him into the darkened room. She steps into his office, clicking the door shut behind her slowly. 'Everything ok?' He settles in his leather seat, pulling his glasses from his face.

'Yeah. Why? Shouldn't it be?' She steps into the room more, leaning forward over one of the chairs dedicated to visitors, of which he hopes are never occupied for too long.

'I really do have paperwork to do.'

'I didn't say anything.' She raises her hands in a defensive gesture and folds her long slim arms across her chest.

'That and I think some distance would be good for a few days, don't you think?'

'If thats what you think is best.'

'I don't really know, but... I'll miss you.'

'I'll miss you too.'

They stay in silence in the cool, dark room.

'Don't leave Greg waiting too long.' She smiles, her eyes dropping to the floor before heading towards the door. 'Sara?' She turns quickly, hand resting on the door handle. 'Meet me later?' She winks, smiles and straightens her posture.

'Have fun with your paperwork.' He is a dead man, watching her strut away through the door and down the hallway. Clearing his throat, he picks his glasses back up and toys them before smiling to himself and diving into the stacks of reports swimming across his large desk.