Grissom looked down at the evidence in his hand smirking he directed his gaze across the room. "Well Mrs. Sidle I do believe the evidence supports my initial theory."

"No way." Sara had to double check the results she had been so sure she was right. At least this time Grissom shared his suspicion with her.

"Well my dear the evidence doesn't lie." Handing her the test and locking eyes with her he silently enjoyed the surprise on his new wife's face. "I believe this means you need to have a conversation with Conrad."

"What today? I was thinking at the end of the week or um maybe next week." She could feel sweat pooling on her forehead. The evidence spoke for itself but crap she could still have a few days.

"Thinking to long about doing a thing often becomes its undoing" He quoted "Besides Sara we have an agreement." Leaning down he placed his lips on her forehead. "You talk to him beginning of your shift and I'll speech to him at the end of mine."

"Nothing endures but change." Sara says with a sigh. It's not that she unhappy after all this was her idea. I mean sure he'd latched on to it pretty quickly, a little too quickly if you asked her, but still it was her idea and she was happy. It's just this whole idea had been less intimidating in the abstract.

"Thoreau" Gris inquired and she nodded "Very good dear. Now you might want to dress for work. A pink nighty is more than Brass needs to see of you. And Sara try to remember this is good new." With that Grissom exited their bathroom leaving his wife to dress for work and think. Some men might be offended that she wasn't beaming with happiness, but he understood her. This time was happiest in her whole life, his too he acknowledge, change even good change could be frightening.

In the bathroom Sara sank to the floor. This was good she repeated over and over again to herself. Finally she stood looking into the mirror she met her own eyes "This Is Good News." This time she smiled.