A/N: This is a little story written in response to a LiveJournal prompt. I had to use "thigh" in the story. Smut came to mind, but I'd rather read it than write it. Enjoy and thanks to Daphne for the beta!
"The dude was crying like a baby." Greg swiveled in his conference room chair, shifting his gaze between Sara and Nick. "Brass said it took his men twenty minutes to coax the guy out of his car. They found him in front of St. Anne's on Maryland."
"A church?" Nick said between sips of coffee. "Maybe he was going there to confess."
"Anger begins in folly and ends in repentance." Sara raised her head from the case file just in time to catch the smirks on both of her colleagues' faces.
"Is that a Sara original?" Greg said, smiling playfully.
"Pythagorus." Sara replied.
"The mathematician?" Nick's impish grin gave way to curiosity.
"And philosopher." Sara said. "Did you know Pythagorus had a large birthmark on one of his thighs thought to be a mark of the Gods? He was known as the Philosopher with the Golden Thigh."
She opened her mouth to continue, but stopped as both Nick and Greg erupted in laughter.
"What?" Sara's eyes widened with incredulity.
Taking deep breaths, Nick was finally able to compose himself. "You sound more and more like Grissom everyday."
"Whatever!" Sara said, both scowling and blushing. Nick raised his arms in defense as Sara swatted him with a file folder.
"It's so true." Greg managed to say despite being breathless from his fit of laughter. He narrowly dodged the pen thrown in his direction.
"What's true?" Grissom entered the room, giving each one of them an appraising glance, his eyes lingering on Sara for an extra second before looking away.
"Hey! I thought you were off tonight?" Her heart rate quickened at the sight of him.
"I was bored." He said staring pointedly at Sara. "I thought I would sneak in and catch up on some paperwork. I expected all of you to be in the field."
"We just wrapped a case." Greg explained. "Brass picked up the suspect about an hour ago."
"Open and shut?" Grissom glanced at the file in Sara's hands.
"Definitely." she began. "The suspect stabbed his wife five times. We matched his fingerprints to the ones on the murder weapon left at the scene and found bloody clothes with both his and her DNA in the kitchen trashcan."
"Good," Grissom said nodding with approval. "Where did they finally catch up to him?"
"In front of a church." Nick answered.
"Anger begins in folly and ends in repentance." Grissom stated, turning toward Sara at the sound of a muffled curse.
"Pythagorus, right?" Greg bit his lip to hold back the laughter. He nudged Nick with his elbow as the two ran from the room, escaping the petulant glare Sara sent in their direction.
Grissom cocked his eyebrow in a silent question. She smiled seductively and said, "Apparently you are rubbing off on me in more ways than one." Giving him a quick wink, she walked out of the room.