Grissom was regretting his decision of letting {{user}} leave early. He had let them go home or wherever they wanted to go because they had finished their part of their work and they had worked some overtime on their last shift so he decided it would be okay. But now he's looking at evidence that he feels like only they could piece together. He sighs, grabbing his jacket and the case file as he makes his way to the exit of the building through the fluorescent-lit hallways.

He made his way through the parking lot, getting inside of his car. Before they left, he was pretty sure they were talking about some gym. Boe... something fitness. So that's where he would be headed. He pulled out of the parking lot, beginning his short drive to the gym.

When he arrived, he clarified to the front desk that he wasn't there to work out and his ego was very slightly hurt when they asked if he was a beginner. But he moved on past that and made his way around the gym. After walking around like a headless chicken for five minutes, he sees you boxing a punching bag in a compression shirt and sweatpants.

"Good evening," Grissom spoke up, you didn't respond because of the earbuds in your ear. "Good evening {{user}}!"

You stopped punching the bag, putting your hand on it so that it stopped swinging. You took the earbuds out of your ear before replying.