DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'em…yadda, yadda, yadda.

A/N: It seems as if I've even managed to depress myself in this war of angst. So, since someone suggested something about ponies, rainbows and butterflies, I thought I would honor her request.

"What's the weirdest dream you've ever had?" Greg asked Sara as he poured her a fresh cup of his special brew.

"The weirdest dream?" she asked as she scrunched her face up. "I don't know, Greggo. I'm not sure I even sleep enough to dream."

"You certainly sleep enough to snore and drool," Sofia said as she planted herself on the couch next to Sara, earning herself a backhanded slap on the arm.

"I resent that remark. I do not drool," Sara said as she shot Sofia the most evil look she could muster.

"More like resemble," Sofia said as she quickly slid to the far end of the couch and away from Sara's lengthy reach. "So what are you two peaches talking about?"

"I was just asking our precious Sara here about her weirdest dream. She said she didn't know what it was," Greg said as he sat down in a chair facing the two women.

A smile tugged at Sofia's lips and she shot Sara a knowing glance. Sara's eyebrows immediately shot nearly into her hairline as she clearly communicated to her lover that look that said you'll never get any again if you tell him what I think you're thinking about telling him.

Greg quickly picked up on the look between the two of them and got as giddy as a school girl who just got her first kiss.

Sofia, lucky for Greg, paid no heed to Sara's warning glance.

"Oh this must be good!" he said as he leaned forward in his chair.

Sara crossed her arms over her chest and began to seethe before Sofia ever started her story.

"Our dear Sara once told me about a dream she had. Actually, I believe her exact words were 'the scariest fucking dream I've ever had.' One night she dreamt about Grissom."

"Why's that so bad? We all know you had a thing for him once upon a time. And who can blame you? That's one yummy bear of a man," Greg said as he waggled his eyebrows at Sara. She rewarded him with her best fuck you smirk before he turned his attention back to Sofia.

"Well, in Sara's dream," she said as she looked at her lover, "Grissom was naked and riding a pony through a field with butterflies and a rainbow across the sky."

"It was not a pony. It was a unicorn," Sara corrected.

"Sorry dear. So anyway, she dreamt of a naked Grissom on a unicorn," Sofia corrected herself adding emphasis to the last word. "So, we have him in a field of butterflies with a rainbow overhead and he has on a leprechaun hat and in an Irish accent asks her if she wants to play with his lucky charms."

Looking at Sara, Greg couldn't help himself. "His lucky charms? Please tell me you didn't!"

"No, I didn't play with his," Sara put her hand to her mouth to suppress the bile threatening to rise, "lucky charms. That's just disgusting. His lucky charms." A shiver went through her body as she thought about the dream.

"Did I hear someone say Lucky Charms? I've got some in my office if any of you are hungry," Grissom said as he quickly poked his head into the lounge before disappearing just as quickly.

As he rounded the corner to his office, he couldn't understand the loud cackles that followed in his wake.