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*She gives him a dry look.* Tell Warrick he owes me another hundred and he will know what I'm talking about.

*She sighs.* Grissom, we've been over this. What do you need?

Grissom looks in her eyes, and realizes she isn't bluffing. He's going to need to call Catherine to do some reconnaissance.

"Right...

I have my first appointment in the clinic on Friday. I read that it can help with the pain of the infusion if you wrap the arm in warm compresses after the treatment. But I'll be down an arm," he says with a sharp humor in his tone. "I thought maybe if I came by in the afternoon, do you think you could help fasten them for me? I've constructed a few models - one that ties, and one that snaps. Whatever's easier for you, if you are going to be around, that is."

He looks phenomenally uncomfortable appearing weak in front of her, and relying on anyone for anything.

*She only smirks, not giving any further hints.*

Of course I'd be willing to help you with that. What time is your appointment?

"I'm going in during the morning, and it will take a few hours... I'm not really sure of exactly how long it will usually be, until I actually get through the first one. I'm sure they'll monitor me for a little while, so sometime in the early afternoon I'll be back in the dorms. Noon, maybe one? I can call ahead, if you want..."

He's rambling. Good grief.

I'll come check on you after my Physics class, then. Calm down. *She's smiling gently.* Honestly, Griss, this isn't a problem.

Contemplating what this would be like if Sara wasn't in Fandom, he takes a deep breath and listens, trying to follow her lead.

"Well, I appreciate it. Thanks."

*They seem to find each other, whether they mean to or not.*

Have you told the others back in Vegas about this? Greg sounded concerned the last time we talked. *The question is hesitant.*

"No," he admits. "There's no need to worry them unnecessarily. They're still short-staffed, and..." he stops, knowing he's only digging himself into a deeper pile of lame excuses. "No, I haven't. Catherine called while I was ill, however, so no doubt she told the entire staff I had the flu."

If she calls me--don't give me that look, she cares about you if nothing else--what do you want me to say? *Giving him the choice--only not really. Sara won't lie. And he knows that.*

"I don't know," he shakes his head. "I was attacked by zombies?"

You're being treated for a serious illness, it is. Any other information is strictly between you and your doctor, *she interprets without missing a beat.*

"Or you could just cut her off and ask her a question about herself - that should keep her occupied until you can get off the phone."

*She snorts.* Since when do Catherine and I engage in small talk? That'd make her more suspicious than anything.

"I was weighing her naturally suspicious nature against her desire to prattle on about the intimate details of her life to anyone within earshot," he smiles.

"I'll e-mail them all tonight, okay? And if anyone calls you, tell them anything you'd like. You don't have to be vague... you don't need to keep anything from anyone. I'd never ask that of you." His gaze is serious, and he intends for her to understand he means that beyond just this situation.

Normally that would work, but she knows I care as much about her life as she does about mine. *Old bitterness behind the words before the tone is dropped.*

*She nods.* Thank you. I appreciate that, more than I cna say.

He looks a bit saddened that Catherine and Sara always seemed to have some sort of tension. He admires them both for their strength, and cares about both women deeply, and it frustrates him that Catherine's behavior on several occasions had caused a rift between them.

"And I'm sorry I never made that clear, before. I should have."

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