I do not own CSI. If I did, then Sandle would be CSI fact. Not fan fiction. Also, for those of you reading Shocker, I will try to have Chapter 4 up in the next couple of days. Please Read and Review!!
"Man…I'm soooo bored!" The youngest CSI whined banging his head on the break room table. He and Sara were the only two graveyards CSIs not working a case.
Sara stared at him in amusement. He looked so cute when he was frustrated…he ALWAYS looked cute. His puppy dog eyes could occasionally sway even Ecklie. As Sara lost herself in his boyish features, she suddenly had an idea.
"Hey Greg, you wanna play truth or dare?" Greg immediately perked up at the suggestion. Usually he was the one to suggest games.
"Sure!" he exclaimed with childlike enthusiasm.
"Okay, I'll go first. Truth or dare?" Sara asked, already mulling over a good dare since she knew that's what he would pick.
"Dare!" She wasn't disappointed.
Sara grinned evilly at the former lab rat as she began to speak.
"I dare you, Greggo, to do a strip tease on Ecklie's desk."
Greg put his game face on as he stood up and slowly walked towards the Assistant Lab Director's office. Upon entering the office, Ecklie raised an eyebrow coldly.
"What do you want Sanders. I'm busy."
It was a common trend among all three shifts to play games when work was slow, especially Truth or Dare; so Greg merely replied by placing a boom box on the corner of the oak desk.
"Sorry Ecklie, it's a dare." Was all Greg said as he pressed play on the boom box and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Five minutes later, the pair fell through the break room door in fits of hysterics.
"Did…you see…the look on… his…face!" Greg managed in between laughs
Sara nodded, recovering from her laughter. "I thought he was gonna go redder than the fire extinguisher when you took your boxers off."
"Very few people know that I wear underwear underneath my boxers." Greg said slyly, wiggling his eyebrows at Sara. "I believe it's my turn now." He added
"Truth." Sara said bluntly, earning a raised eyebrow from Greg.
"Ah, some one's eager." Greg said in a mock Irish accent. "Okay, have you made out with a co-worker, excluding yours truly?"
"Yes." Sara said, feeling a little embarrassed at the subject.
"Who?!" Greg exclaimed, he wasn't even aware that she was ever that close to any of her co-workers aside from him.
"Nick and Grissom. Grissom technically wasn't a co-worker at the time. I still lived in San Francisco." Sara elaborated, not wanting to hurt her boyfriend's feelings. She knew he'd had a jealous spot for Grissom when it came to her.
"And Nick?" Greg asked, letting curiosity get the better of him.
"That's actually a funny story. We were working late in the layout room the first year that I was here. Somehow the subject of kissing came up and I asked him if he was any good. Well uh… he um…he showed me." Sara finished her awkward explanation.
"Was he better than me?" Greg asked, smirking.
"Not a chance honey." Sara breathed, pulling Greg by his shirt into a firm lip-lock.
Hodges walked by and looked into the break room.
"Somebody come quick, they're at it again!!"
"Give it up Hodges." Greg said, rolling his eyes before turning back to his love.