Authors Note: I wrote this at the request of one of my reviewers. I think it's crap, but go ahead and prove me wrong by reviewing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the computer I'm using to do this.
Sara looked up from the file she was reading just in time for her nose to come into direct contact with Gil Grissom's chest.
"Ouch!" She dropped the file and rubbed her nose.
"Sara?" Grissom sounded confused, as if he had just noticed her. "Are you ok?"
"No! My nose hurts," she snapped.
"Oh." Grissom shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "Sorry." Sara shook her head and bent down to retrieve her papers. Unfortunately, so did Grissom.
"Ow!" Sara rubbed her forehead. This is not one of my better days. She sighed and imagined the comforting warmth of her bed. Grissom meanwhile had gathered the fallen papers. He handed them to his colleague.
"I, umm, really need to get back to work." Grissom mentally kicked himself. Nice Gil. If she didn't think so before, she definitely thinks you're an insensitive bastard now. Sara, incidently, was thinking exactly that.
"Yeah. I'd better go too." She stepped to the left. So did Grissom. She stepped to the right. He did the same. She tried going left again. So did her supervisor. Sara grinned.
"Great minds think alike," she quipped. Grissom stepped to the side.
"Ladies first," he said, indicating the empty space between them with a grand gesture.
"We should bump heads more often," she replied stepping past the older man.
"I'd like that," said Grissom quietly. Sara, not sure she had heard correctly turned. Grissom was nowhere in sight. She shrugged and continued down the hall.
Greg, who had been watching the two CSI's from the doorway to his lab, sighed. Someone really ought to do something about those two. He reentered the lab. And I think I know just the person.
Authors Note: I apologize for bringing Greg into this. I just love him so much and I thought it needed more of an ending and this way, if I want, I can write more!