Gil Grissom stirred from his comfortable repose and slapped the snooze button on his alarm clock. "A few more minutes." He thought as he snuggled against the warm body in his bed. The incessant ringing continued. "Phone." He foggily realized and fumbled for the bedside receiver. Thankfully, it stopped before he could locate it. Once again, he attempted to recover his peaceful slumber, but more ringing ensued. He slapped the snooze button and grabbed the receiver; the dial tone buzzed in his ear. "Cell phone." Crossed his sleep-numbed mind, so he leaned out over the bed to search for his trousers. It stopped; he gave up the search and flopped back into the bed. His companion rolled over and wrapped an arm about his waist.

"I could grow accustomed to this." He considered as he drifted back to sleep. Another set of incessant tones began from further away, "Cath's cell phone." He realized. This time he stumbled from the bed and searched for her phone. Another unsuccessful venture, he crawled back into bed.

"What is it?" She mumbled as he cuddled close.

"Probably, nothing. If it's really important, they'll call back." He replied, as his cell phone once again began a discordant alarm.

"Christ!" He exclaimed as he located his pants, flipped open his phone and answered with a guttural. "Grissom."

"Gil, Atwater. We need you here at the lab, ASAP." He heard from the other end.

"Why? What's going on?"

"Were you asleep? FBI is here, concerning the Stargazer Motel case."

"Yes, I was. What do they want?" He asked as the last vestiges of sleep escaped him.

"The DNA you found matches a serial they've been working. Just get here." Atwater replied then added. "And locate Willows."

"Okay." He numbly acquiesced. Catherine sat up, hair in disarray around her shoulders. "FBI has shown up. They want to talk to us about the Stargazer Motel case. You shower, I'll get some coffee on." He told her. She didn't reply, just stumbled off to the shower. He started coffee, placed her bag at the bathroom door, picked their clothes up from the floor, deposited his in the hamper, neatly folded hers and placed them by her bag. Coffee was done, so he poured himself a cup, made the bed and laid out some clothes. He had a steaming cup sitting on the vanity when she exited the shower.

"FBI, huh." She mumbled as they exchanged places.

"Yeah." He answered as he turned on the water. She was drying her hair in the bedroom when he finished so he shaved his neck and brushed his teeth. She was dressed. Being a good team, they once again exchanged places; he dressed in the bedroom, and she applied her makeup in the bathroom.

"I'm off." He announced, poking his head in the bathroom.

"Okay, I'll be five or ten minutes behind you." He gave her a quick kiss and left.