Notes: I don't own these characters, however much I'd like to. This is the brainchild of my afternoons of boredom, and I'd like to attempt putting in some of the stuff I wish had happened. With luck I'll be able to add more chapters sooner rather than later.

Oh yes, and this is my first GSR-themed story, so reviews on how to improve would be very much appreciated.

Coupling: G/S

Season: Around the area of the season yet to come.

'It wasn't supposed to happen like this,' Sara Sidle thought miserably, pressing her knees to her chest on the cold tile floor of Gil Grissom's office. She reminisced on the evening, how things were supposed to go well. To be a happy moment of truth.

Obviously it had not.

She had zoned out from the current conversation- more so a heated argument by now, it seemed- between her co-workers. She only caught bits of it; Catherine berating Grissom, Greg shifting uncomfortably on the balls of his feet, deciding whether to speak or stay silent, Nick and Warrick occasionally putting their piece in. Others were in the room, but she wasn't concentrating as clearly as she could be. Sophie, perhaps even Doc Robbins or David. 'But please, oh god, anyone but Ecklie.' She could stand the gaze of most of her colleagues, but Conrad was the last person she wanted to see. She could just picture his smug grin, seeing Grissom's discomfort.

Finally, tuning back into reality, she saw her supervisor's pleading looks, obviously wanting her to help his defense. She couldn't bear to speak. Even if she wanted to, she was sure it would only come out in a strained whisper. She hadn't expected her coworkers and friends, the title for a few of them, to react like this. She pulled her legs closer yet, and moved her eyes down. Perhaps she should start at the beginning.

Sara Sidle's hair became less windswept as she brought the black plastic comb through her soft, frizzy hair. Her latest assignment had run later than expected, and the deserts of Las Vegas were more windy than usual. She slammed her locker and sighed as she slowly made her way to Grissom's office. She opened the door, and gave a brief smile to her patiently waiting colleagues; Catherine particularly, who had just finished what seemed to be an endless amount of paperwork. Looking them over, Grissom began his meeting.

"As you may have heard from Conrad, a fund raising gala has been planned, and will take place on New Years Eve."

"Yeah?" Put in Warrick, "What's Ecklie's pet cause now?" He added, with a hint of malice in his voice. Though he loved to help those less fortunate, he wasn't looking forward to it on New Year's.

"World Love - Helping the underprivileged."

In a sly, quick tone, Nick said, "Grissom and love? How'll that work out?" An awkward silence seemed to drape the room, and Nick quickly regretted his bold words. It was becoming increasingly apparent that two of the people in the room were not just co-workers anymore; they were something else, but nobody quite knew for sure yet. Breaking the tension that was causing Sara's unusually pale appearance, Catherine moved onto a different topic.

"Hey, Nicky, how about you, me, and Warrick pick up some coffee? Tonight's kinda quiet, right boss?"

Torn from his thoughts, Grissom managed to push out, "No.. No cases."

Hesitantly, Nick replied Catherine with, "Yeah, that's fine. Want us to pick you up something Sara, Grissom?"

"No thanks, Nick," replied Sara. Gil answered with a wave of his hand at the door. The three CSI's filed out, leaving Sara and Gil in silence yet again. Meandering to an office chair, Sara faced Grissom. She took note of the office: Bug paraphernalia adorned the walls, and the paper-covered desk added to the thoroughly worked-in room's feeling. Her eyes slowly moved up his chest, meeting his eyes with a soft smile.

"We need talk."

TBC