A little random fic I decided to write to avoid studying for my English
exam. It's silly and has no real purpose except to stop me wanting to play
with little CSI puppets.
There's S/Greg friendship and S/Grissom towards the end.
Only the story belongs to me, nothing else, as I'm far too young and far too stupid.
Don't take it too seriously its kind of au and not beta'd so any mistakes are my own. So take them with a pinch of salt, or sugar or even baking soda if you want.
Sara awoke feeling something hard against her hip. Shifting away from it she winced in pain before rubbing her hip. Keeping her eyes shut she rolled over onto her front groaning from the splintering headache.
She groaned loudly before lifting her head off the carpet. She opened her eyes blinking from the glare from the large window. As the pounding in her head refused to subside she lowered her head to the floor again groaning. Her head shot up again hearing a groan from across the room. Wincing from the sudden movement she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees. Rubbing her eyes her surrounding cleared revealing she had been lying against a table in her living room.
Crawling along the floor to the centre of the room she sat up on her knees to survey the mess. Cushions from the sofa were strewn everywhere; an empty bottle of vodka was lying next to where Sara had been sleeping, while another chair held a collection of beer bottles. Frowning at seeing more empty bottles placed randomly on her bookcase and her phone left off the hook on the floor she crawled through the decay to retrieve the phone before replacing it on it's receiver.
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion on realising she had 3 messages. On hearing another moan she forgot the answer phone and turned back to the rest of the room.
'Hello?' she asked nervously sitting up on the couch. Her eyes widened when she looked across at her window. Her curtain wasn't hanging on the curtain ring but lying on the floor. Her curtain was moving. Someone was underneath it. Standing up slowly she crept towards the curtain avoiding bottles and rubbish littered everywhere. Leaning over the curtain she slowly pulled it back unaware of who was under it.
'Greg?' she questioned surprised. Greg groaned from the sudden invasion of sunlight glaring over him, his eyes still closed before curling up into a tighter ball and pulling the curtain back over him. Sara paused stunned with no idea why Greg was here. Looking around her room her eyes stopped at the clutter. Oh god, she thought. I remember beer, drinking lots of beer. Cringing she turned back to Greg who was shifting uncomfortably before pulling out a beer bottle he had obviously fallen asleep over. Pulling him self into a sitting position he finally began to remove the curtain over his head. Blinking under the light he stretched his arms out before lazily scratching his head. Opening his eyes he looked around.
'Ah,' he shouted jumping back at seeing Sara standing in front of him. Both grabbed their heads at the noise closing their eyes.
'Greg,' Sara whined quietly.
'Sorry,' he replied slowly standing up. As he steadied himself on his feet he looked around the room in surprise. Turning back to Sara he hesitated before asking her, 'Is this your house?' Sara nodded in reply turning towards the kitchen. 'It's.... nice,' he added avoiding the pizza box on the floor and following her.
'Coffee?' Sara asked facing the coffee pot as she head Greg enter the kitchen.
'Oh yeah,' Greg replied nodding before collapsing into one of the kitchen chairs. As he lowered his head on the table Sara fetched two glasses of water and some aspirin. Greg on hearing the clunking of glasses looked up smiling his thanks. 'Cheers,' he said happily banging Sara's glass with him in a toast before gulping the water down. Sara smiled weakly before sipping her drink, her headache preventing her from enjoying Greg's upbeat attitude.
'Greg?' she asked quietly as he lowered his glass.
'Yes,' He replied before wincing again. 'How long until these work?' He asked picking up the pillbox.
'Couple of minutes,' Sara replied not wanting to be distracted from her question. 'Greg I don't want you to be offended but...' She paused not knowing how to continue. 'Why are you here?'
'You called the lab wanting to know if you had left your jacket in the break room with you house keys in.' Sara nodded remembering. She'd gone home only realising her absent jacket as she reached her front door. 'You invited me in for a thank you drink.' Sara nodded; she hadn't had anything to drink then. It was after that when things blurred. Sara silently walked through to her living room trying to piece together any memory.
'Greg how much of last night do you remember?' Sara asked her eyes still examining the damage of her living room.
'Not a lot,' he replied honestly following Sara through her house. 'Sara, I'm only telling you this for fear of my life because if I left it any longer....' Greg paused scared as Sara glared at him. 'Your shirt's open,' he answered suddenly. Sara paused looking down to reveal her bra and an open shirt. She spun around her back to Greg as she hastily did up some of the buttons.
'Oh my god,' she added turning back to Greg. 'Greg this isn't my shirt,' she added in panic. Greg stared at it for a moment.
'That's mine,' he blurted out suddenly.
'Then what are you?' Sara said before looking up at Greg and examining his outfit for the first time. 'Greg that's my dressing gown.' Sara finished angrily. 'Take it off.' Greg's blushed in embarrassment as he undid Sara's navy bathrobe. Suddenly he wrapped it back around him in panic. 'Greg?' Sara asked extending her hand waiting for her clothes.
'Sara,' he whispered nervously. 'I'm not wearing anything underneath.'
'Nothing?' Sara asked a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.
'Boxers,' Greg answered anxiously. Sara frowned scanning the room before spotting his jeans. Throwing them at him she beckoned to her bedroom.
'Go change out of my clothes right now.' Greg shuffled off awkwardly his head lowered. Sara turned back to the lounge continuing to
'Sara,' Greg shouted nervously. Sara closed her eyes worried what else could go wrong before pushing open the bedroom door. Her mouth opened in surprise.
'Greg,' she whispered in a state of shock.
'It's not as bad as it looks,' Greg tried to reassure Sara. 'And the beer smell will come out of that pillow in no time.' She shot him an angry look before looking back to the bed.
'Greg it is illegal to steal traffic cones,' she shouted in a panic. Greg remained silent not knowing how to answer instead pulling the traffic cone off the bed. Sara groaned turning away. Suddenly something caught Sara's eye under her bed. Lifting up the skirting of her bed they both saw a white rabbit scamper out from under the bed and out of the bedroom.
'Greg you saw that rabbit as well right?' Sara asked frozen on the spot.
'Yep,' he replied following it into the living room and picking it up. 'I didn't know you had a rabbit Sara,' he asked too distracted by it to see Sara's thundering face. 'Aren't you cute,' he told the rabbit in a baby voice.
'I don't have a rabbit Greg,' she answered through gritted teeth. Greg looked at her before looking down at the rabbit before silently mouthing oh. 'He must be the neighbours, I'm pretty sure her daughter has a rabbit.'
'Greg give me the rabbit,' Sara said as she awkwardly took the rabbit off him. 'Go and finish getting dressed in the bathroom while I go next door.'
Sara returned to the apartment after having given the rabbit back to the concerned neighbour before apologising for her friend wanting it for a sleepover.
'Greg,' she shouted pausing as the thudding in her head increased.
'Sara we've got a problem,' Greg said nervously from the bathroom. Sara sighed disbelieving the hangover could get any worse.
'I don't want to know until I've had a cup of coffee.' Sara replied ignoring him and walking to the kitchen. Greg followed from the bathroom carrying a road sign. Sara turned to him before returning to her cup of coffee. 'I told you I don't want to know.' She said avoiding looking at him. He sighed leaning it against the wall before retrieving his own drink.
'Is that all?' Sara asked exhausted a moment later after a comfortable silence. Greg shook his head nervously. 'Lay it on me,' Sara said energetically. 'We've had animals and broken the law what's left?'
'Clothes dye,' Greg ventured. Sara turned towards him studying his face praying it was a joke before rushing to the bathroom.
'Holy crap,' she screamed before Greg could follow her into the tiny bathroom. 'Greg,' she whispered in a nervous voice as she heard him enter the room. 'All my clothes are purple.' She collapsed to the floor feeling tears roll down her cheeks. 'Greg can you do something for me?' Sara asked between sobs.
'Sure,' he replied not knowing how to cope with a crying Sara.
'Can you go and check my room for any white shirts or underwear.' Greg didn't need to reply instead heading straight for the bedroom. Normally any chance to look through Sara's underwear draw would have been a dream but with Sara in this state he was too concerned.
'Sorry,' he replied sadly sticking his head back around the bathroom door. He was surprised to find Sara had stopped crying cleaned up her face and drained the bath already.
'I've rung out the clothes,' Sara said as she began hanging the purple items of clothing over the radiator, bath and sink. 'You're socks are in the sink.' Sara replied sweeping her hair up into a ponytail.
'Should we start on the lounge?' Greg suggested. Sara nodded sadly following him. 'Sara you've got messages,' Greg said pointing at her answer phone. 'Shall I play them?' Sara nodded exhausted collapsing on the sofa. Greg pressed the flashing button before joining her.
Hey Girl'. Nick's voice ran through the apartment. 'Just wanted to let you know I solved that case with the DB at that old farmhouse. Couldn't have done it without your help.' My help? Sara mouthed at Greg confused. He shrugged his shoulders in response. 'Though I don't think you should have let Greg try out your gravity idea by jumping off the couch.' Sara winced as Nick burst out laughing.
'That's how I got that bruise,' Greg replied relieved
'Anyway if you two ever surface after the killer hangover's you should have I'll see you at work tonight.'
'Oh god,' Sara replied grabbing her head before standing up and deleting the message. 'Who else did we call?' Sara asked nervously waiting for the next message to begin.
'Sara?' Grissom's confused voice sounded. 'Oh god,' Sara moaned pulling a pillow over her head. 'Please please please,' Greg heard her pray from under the cushion before smiling nervously. 'Sara?' Grissom repeated. 'I'm returning your call. You left me a blank message at my home, if I don't here from you I'll see you at work.'
As the beep sounded Sara let out the breath she'd been holding.
'That could have been so much worse,' she answered relieved.
'What would you have said?' Greg asked amused by Sara's reaction. Sara shot him an angry glare before standing up.
'Nothing,' Sara lied unconvincingly.
'Poker's not your game Sara,' Greg replied laughing leaning back in his seat.
'Apparently not,' Sara observed picking up a pack of cards randomly thrown around the floor. Greg sat up in his chair surprised. 'I've remembered a game of strip poker,' Sara replied turning around embarrassed.
'And I forgot it?' Greg asked in disbelief. Sara smiled at him before coming to sit next to him crossed legged.
'I'd be hurt you've forgotten but it would make me a hypocrite. And seeing as I don't feel remotely awkward around you I'm assuming we didn't....' Sara trailed off pleading they hadn't consummated their friendship.
'Now I know I'd remember that,' Greg replied smiling. Sara smiled back at him,
'I love you Greg but...' Sara tried to explain.
'I get it Sara,' Greg said patting her leg supportively. 'You love me but you're in love with Grissom.' Sara head turned towards him in horror. 'You wrote it in peanut butter on the bedroom mirror.
'Oh,' Sara said quietly knowing she couldn't deny it. 'But we didn't leave him a message so I'm pleased.' Sara said energetically deleting Grissom's message that was still beeping. 'Oh I have another message,' she said happily.
'Hello? Greg are you there?' Sara and Greg heard Grissom's voice again. Both Sara and Greg stared at each other in panic.
'How does he know you're here?' Sara whispered as if Grissom could hear them. Greg shook his head his eyes wide with fear.
'I had another blank message.' Grissom began. It was obvious to the others he was pissed off. 'Only in this one I heard someone laugh at the end and a girl who sounded like Sara whisper Greg's name. I guess you're not there so I'll talk to you at work.' There was a moment's silence before the beep sounded. Both Sara and Greg sat motionless.
'Is that the last message?' Greg asked still staring straight ahead. Sara turned towards it pushing a button before returning to her original position looking straight ahead.
'Yeah,' she added quickly. They both sat silently imagining their gruesome fate. 'We are so dead.' Sara said suddenly.
'Oh yeah,' Greg replied. 'How long until work?' Greg asked still looking off into the distance. Sara lifted her wrist to view her watch.
'A little under two hours.' Sara said calmly.
'Right,' Greg replied in a distant voice. 'Can he fire us for making prank calls?' Greg asked finally turning to look at Sara.
'Yeah,' Sara replied. 'That's illegal too,' Sara said in the same quiet voice. 'Greg?' she questioned nervously. 'What else did we do last night?'
'I don't know,' Greg said pulling a confused expression. Sara sighed before getting up.
'I'm going to start tidying up, you need to shower.' Greg nodded slowly clambering off the couch. Greg saw Sara frown as she stared at a piece of paper.
'What you got there?' He asked as he moved two beer bottles onto the table.
'I've got a score card.' Sara replied absentmindedly.
'What for?' Greg asked taking the paper from her when it became obvious she wasn't going to continue.
'Dares,' she replied trying to think back to the night before. 'I won.'
'Go you,' he replied happily before looking at their list of achievements. His face fell as he studied the list. 'Well those 3 are illegal and we now know why you've got that traffic cone' He began pausing to understand his own scruffy handwriting. 'Sara you don't have a garden, how can I of...?'
'No clue,' she replied picking up a pizza box and some streamers. 'But we've ticked it so you obviously did.'
'You're wild Sidle,' Greg said shaking his head as he turned the list over.
'How am I supposed to show my face at the grocery store?' Sara asked in a panic. Greg looked at her confused before turning back to the list. 'Bottom of the first side.' Sara replied to his confusion. His grin widened as he continued reading. 'It's ok for you, you don't live near here.' Sara said annoyed by his grin.
'Sara I'm sorry I dared you to turn the world purple.' Greg replied solemnly realising that was how their clothes were now a nice shade of lilac.
'It's ok Greg,' Sara replied. 'Purple's better than orange.' Greg nodded in agreement while helping tidy the room.
'Go have your shower first, I'll finish tidying up in here.'
'Thanks Greg,' Sara replied giving him a wide smile. 'I'd give you a hug but after number 11 I'll give it a miss.' Greg frowned picking up the list searching down the list. When he looked up clearly disgusted with himself Sara was already in the shower.
An hour later the two stood in front of Sara's door.
'I'm really sorry Greg,' Sara apologised.
'Don't worry about it Sara, atleast you didn't throw up in my shoe.' Greg said trying to make her feel better.
'But I filled it with salad cream.' Greg laughed as Sara began to smile.
'I'll see you at work in 54 minutes,' Greg said checking his watch before opening the door. Sara waved to him before closing the door. She walked back through the silent apartment surprised at how well they had tidied up.
Suddenly hearing a knock on the door Sara turned back opening the door to find a pissed off Greg.
Ok tiny tiny microscopic cliffhanger. It's in two parts and was written purely because I was bored and a little crazy. If you want the second part please review and be warned the second half contains Sara/Grissom ship because...........I want it to.
There's S/Greg friendship and S/Grissom towards the end.
Only the story belongs to me, nothing else, as I'm far too young and far too stupid.
Don't take it too seriously its kind of au and not beta'd so any mistakes are my own. So take them with a pinch of salt, or sugar or even baking soda if you want.
Sara awoke feeling something hard against her hip. Shifting away from it she winced in pain before rubbing her hip. Keeping her eyes shut she rolled over onto her front groaning from the splintering headache.
She groaned loudly before lifting her head off the carpet. She opened her eyes blinking from the glare from the large window. As the pounding in her head refused to subside she lowered her head to the floor again groaning. Her head shot up again hearing a groan from across the room. Wincing from the sudden movement she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees. Rubbing her eyes her surrounding cleared revealing she had been lying against a table in her living room.
Crawling along the floor to the centre of the room she sat up on her knees to survey the mess. Cushions from the sofa were strewn everywhere; an empty bottle of vodka was lying next to where Sara had been sleeping, while another chair held a collection of beer bottles. Frowning at seeing more empty bottles placed randomly on her bookcase and her phone left off the hook on the floor she crawled through the decay to retrieve the phone before replacing it on it's receiver.
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion on realising she had 3 messages. On hearing another moan she forgot the answer phone and turned back to the rest of the room.
'Hello?' she asked nervously sitting up on the couch. Her eyes widened when she looked across at her window. Her curtain wasn't hanging on the curtain ring but lying on the floor. Her curtain was moving. Someone was underneath it. Standing up slowly she crept towards the curtain avoiding bottles and rubbish littered everywhere. Leaning over the curtain she slowly pulled it back unaware of who was under it.
'Greg?' she questioned surprised. Greg groaned from the sudden invasion of sunlight glaring over him, his eyes still closed before curling up into a tighter ball and pulling the curtain back over him. Sara paused stunned with no idea why Greg was here. Looking around her room her eyes stopped at the clutter. Oh god, she thought. I remember beer, drinking lots of beer. Cringing she turned back to Greg who was shifting uncomfortably before pulling out a beer bottle he had obviously fallen asleep over. Pulling him self into a sitting position he finally began to remove the curtain over his head. Blinking under the light he stretched his arms out before lazily scratching his head. Opening his eyes he looked around.
'Ah,' he shouted jumping back at seeing Sara standing in front of him. Both grabbed their heads at the noise closing their eyes.
'Greg,' Sara whined quietly.
'Sorry,' he replied slowly standing up. As he steadied himself on his feet he looked around the room in surprise. Turning back to Sara he hesitated before asking her, 'Is this your house?' Sara nodded in reply turning towards the kitchen. 'It's.... nice,' he added avoiding the pizza box on the floor and following her.
'Coffee?' Sara asked facing the coffee pot as she head Greg enter the kitchen.
'Oh yeah,' Greg replied nodding before collapsing into one of the kitchen chairs. As he lowered his head on the table Sara fetched two glasses of water and some aspirin. Greg on hearing the clunking of glasses looked up smiling his thanks. 'Cheers,' he said happily banging Sara's glass with him in a toast before gulping the water down. Sara smiled weakly before sipping her drink, her headache preventing her from enjoying Greg's upbeat attitude.
'Greg?' she asked quietly as he lowered his glass.
'Yes,' He replied before wincing again. 'How long until these work?' He asked picking up the pillbox.
'Couple of minutes,' Sara replied not wanting to be distracted from her question. 'Greg I don't want you to be offended but...' She paused not knowing how to continue. 'Why are you here?'
'You called the lab wanting to know if you had left your jacket in the break room with you house keys in.' Sara nodded remembering. She'd gone home only realising her absent jacket as she reached her front door. 'You invited me in for a thank you drink.' Sara nodded; she hadn't had anything to drink then. It was after that when things blurred. Sara silently walked through to her living room trying to piece together any memory.
'Greg how much of last night do you remember?' Sara asked her eyes still examining the damage of her living room.
'Not a lot,' he replied honestly following Sara through her house. 'Sara, I'm only telling you this for fear of my life because if I left it any longer....' Greg paused scared as Sara glared at him. 'Your shirt's open,' he answered suddenly. Sara paused looking down to reveal her bra and an open shirt. She spun around her back to Greg as she hastily did up some of the buttons.
'Oh my god,' she added turning back to Greg. 'Greg this isn't my shirt,' she added in panic. Greg stared at it for a moment.
'That's mine,' he blurted out suddenly.
'Then what are you?' Sara said before looking up at Greg and examining his outfit for the first time. 'Greg that's my dressing gown.' Sara finished angrily. 'Take it off.' Greg's blushed in embarrassment as he undid Sara's navy bathrobe. Suddenly he wrapped it back around him in panic. 'Greg?' Sara asked extending her hand waiting for her clothes.
'Sara,' he whispered nervously. 'I'm not wearing anything underneath.'
'Nothing?' Sara asked a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.
'Boxers,' Greg answered anxiously. Sara frowned scanning the room before spotting his jeans. Throwing them at him she beckoned to her bedroom.
'Go change out of my clothes right now.' Greg shuffled off awkwardly his head lowered. Sara turned back to the lounge continuing to
'Sara,' Greg shouted nervously. Sara closed her eyes worried what else could go wrong before pushing open the bedroom door. Her mouth opened in surprise.
'Greg,' she whispered in a state of shock.
'It's not as bad as it looks,' Greg tried to reassure Sara. 'And the beer smell will come out of that pillow in no time.' She shot him an angry look before looking back to the bed.
'Greg it is illegal to steal traffic cones,' she shouted in a panic. Greg remained silent not knowing how to answer instead pulling the traffic cone off the bed. Sara groaned turning away. Suddenly something caught Sara's eye under her bed. Lifting up the skirting of her bed they both saw a white rabbit scamper out from under the bed and out of the bedroom.
'Greg you saw that rabbit as well right?' Sara asked frozen on the spot.
'Yep,' he replied following it into the living room and picking it up. 'I didn't know you had a rabbit Sara,' he asked too distracted by it to see Sara's thundering face. 'Aren't you cute,' he told the rabbit in a baby voice.
'I don't have a rabbit Greg,' she answered through gritted teeth. Greg looked at her before looking down at the rabbit before silently mouthing oh. 'He must be the neighbours, I'm pretty sure her daughter has a rabbit.'
'Greg give me the rabbit,' Sara said as she awkwardly took the rabbit off him. 'Go and finish getting dressed in the bathroom while I go next door.'
Sara returned to the apartment after having given the rabbit back to the concerned neighbour before apologising for her friend wanting it for a sleepover.
'Greg,' she shouted pausing as the thudding in her head increased.
'Sara we've got a problem,' Greg said nervously from the bathroom. Sara sighed disbelieving the hangover could get any worse.
'I don't want to know until I've had a cup of coffee.' Sara replied ignoring him and walking to the kitchen. Greg followed from the bathroom carrying a road sign. Sara turned to him before returning to her cup of coffee. 'I told you I don't want to know.' She said avoiding looking at him. He sighed leaning it against the wall before retrieving his own drink.
'Is that all?' Sara asked exhausted a moment later after a comfortable silence. Greg shook his head nervously. 'Lay it on me,' Sara said energetically. 'We've had animals and broken the law what's left?'
'Clothes dye,' Greg ventured. Sara turned towards him studying his face praying it was a joke before rushing to the bathroom.
'Holy crap,' she screamed before Greg could follow her into the tiny bathroom. 'Greg,' she whispered in a nervous voice as she heard him enter the room. 'All my clothes are purple.' She collapsed to the floor feeling tears roll down her cheeks. 'Greg can you do something for me?' Sara asked between sobs.
'Sure,' he replied not knowing how to cope with a crying Sara.
'Can you go and check my room for any white shirts or underwear.' Greg didn't need to reply instead heading straight for the bedroom. Normally any chance to look through Sara's underwear draw would have been a dream but with Sara in this state he was too concerned.
'Sorry,' he replied sadly sticking his head back around the bathroom door. He was surprised to find Sara had stopped crying cleaned up her face and drained the bath already.
'I've rung out the clothes,' Sara said as she began hanging the purple items of clothing over the radiator, bath and sink. 'You're socks are in the sink.' Sara replied sweeping her hair up into a ponytail.
'Should we start on the lounge?' Greg suggested. Sara nodded sadly following him. 'Sara you've got messages,' Greg said pointing at her answer phone. 'Shall I play them?' Sara nodded exhausted collapsing on the sofa. Greg pressed the flashing button before joining her.
Hey Girl'. Nick's voice ran through the apartment. 'Just wanted to let you know I solved that case with the DB at that old farmhouse. Couldn't have done it without your help.' My help? Sara mouthed at Greg confused. He shrugged his shoulders in response. 'Though I don't think you should have let Greg try out your gravity idea by jumping off the couch.' Sara winced as Nick burst out laughing.
'That's how I got that bruise,' Greg replied relieved
'Anyway if you two ever surface after the killer hangover's you should have I'll see you at work tonight.'
'Oh god,' Sara replied grabbing her head before standing up and deleting the message. 'Who else did we call?' Sara asked nervously waiting for the next message to begin.
'Sara?' Grissom's confused voice sounded. 'Oh god,' Sara moaned pulling a pillow over her head. 'Please please please,' Greg heard her pray from under the cushion before smiling nervously. 'Sara?' Grissom repeated. 'I'm returning your call. You left me a blank message at my home, if I don't here from you I'll see you at work.'
As the beep sounded Sara let out the breath she'd been holding.
'That could have been so much worse,' she answered relieved.
'What would you have said?' Greg asked amused by Sara's reaction. Sara shot him an angry glare before standing up.
'Nothing,' Sara lied unconvincingly.
'Poker's not your game Sara,' Greg replied laughing leaning back in his seat.
'Apparently not,' Sara observed picking up a pack of cards randomly thrown around the floor. Greg sat up in his chair surprised. 'I've remembered a game of strip poker,' Sara replied turning around embarrassed.
'And I forgot it?' Greg asked in disbelief. Sara smiled at him before coming to sit next to him crossed legged.
'I'd be hurt you've forgotten but it would make me a hypocrite. And seeing as I don't feel remotely awkward around you I'm assuming we didn't....' Sara trailed off pleading they hadn't consummated their friendship.
'Now I know I'd remember that,' Greg replied smiling. Sara smiled back at him,
'I love you Greg but...' Sara tried to explain.
'I get it Sara,' Greg said patting her leg supportively. 'You love me but you're in love with Grissom.' Sara head turned towards him in horror. 'You wrote it in peanut butter on the bedroom mirror.
'Oh,' Sara said quietly knowing she couldn't deny it. 'But we didn't leave him a message so I'm pleased.' Sara said energetically deleting Grissom's message that was still beeping. 'Oh I have another message,' she said happily.
'Hello? Greg are you there?' Sara and Greg heard Grissom's voice again. Both Sara and Greg stared at each other in panic.
'How does he know you're here?' Sara whispered as if Grissom could hear them. Greg shook his head his eyes wide with fear.
'I had another blank message.' Grissom began. It was obvious to the others he was pissed off. 'Only in this one I heard someone laugh at the end and a girl who sounded like Sara whisper Greg's name. I guess you're not there so I'll talk to you at work.' There was a moment's silence before the beep sounded. Both Sara and Greg sat motionless.
'Is that the last message?' Greg asked still staring straight ahead. Sara turned towards it pushing a button before returning to her original position looking straight ahead.
'Yeah,' she added quickly. They both sat silently imagining their gruesome fate. 'We are so dead.' Sara said suddenly.
'Oh yeah,' Greg replied. 'How long until work?' Greg asked still looking off into the distance. Sara lifted her wrist to view her watch.
'A little under two hours.' Sara said calmly.
'Right,' Greg replied in a distant voice. 'Can he fire us for making prank calls?' Greg asked finally turning to look at Sara.
'Yeah,' Sara replied. 'That's illegal too,' Sara said in the same quiet voice. 'Greg?' she questioned nervously. 'What else did we do last night?'
'I don't know,' Greg said pulling a confused expression. Sara sighed before getting up.
'I'm going to start tidying up, you need to shower.' Greg nodded slowly clambering off the couch. Greg saw Sara frown as she stared at a piece of paper.
'What you got there?' He asked as he moved two beer bottles onto the table.
'I've got a score card.' Sara replied absentmindedly.
'What for?' Greg asked taking the paper from her when it became obvious she wasn't going to continue.
'Dares,' she replied trying to think back to the night before. 'I won.'
'Go you,' he replied happily before looking at their list of achievements. His face fell as he studied the list. 'Well those 3 are illegal and we now know why you've got that traffic cone' He began pausing to understand his own scruffy handwriting. 'Sara you don't have a garden, how can I of...?'
'No clue,' she replied picking up a pizza box and some streamers. 'But we've ticked it so you obviously did.'
'You're wild Sidle,' Greg said shaking his head as he turned the list over.
'How am I supposed to show my face at the grocery store?' Sara asked in a panic. Greg looked at her confused before turning back to the list. 'Bottom of the first side.' Sara replied to his confusion. His grin widened as he continued reading. 'It's ok for you, you don't live near here.' Sara said annoyed by his grin.
'Sara I'm sorry I dared you to turn the world purple.' Greg replied solemnly realising that was how their clothes were now a nice shade of lilac.
'It's ok Greg,' Sara replied. 'Purple's better than orange.' Greg nodded in agreement while helping tidy the room.
'Go have your shower first, I'll finish tidying up in here.'
'Thanks Greg,' Sara replied giving him a wide smile. 'I'd give you a hug but after number 11 I'll give it a miss.' Greg frowned picking up the list searching down the list. When he looked up clearly disgusted with himself Sara was already in the shower.
An hour later the two stood in front of Sara's door.
'I'm really sorry Greg,' Sara apologised.
'Don't worry about it Sara, atleast you didn't throw up in my shoe.' Greg said trying to make her feel better.
'But I filled it with salad cream.' Greg laughed as Sara began to smile.
'I'll see you at work in 54 minutes,' Greg said checking his watch before opening the door. Sara waved to him before closing the door. She walked back through the silent apartment surprised at how well they had tidied up.
Suddenly hearing a knock on the door Sara turned back opening the door to find a pissed off Greg.
Ok tiny tiny microscopic cliffhanger. It's in two parts and was written purely because I was bored and a little crazy. If you want the second part please review and be warned the second half contains Sara/Grissom ship because...........I want it to.
