By: Purejoylove
Rating: T
Summary: Even Grissom finds himself falling victim to his temptations…
Disclaimer: CSI not mine. If it were, Catherine and Grissom would have an entire family by now.
Warning: Contains GSR, but of course, total GCR in the end Oh, and there's the teeniest, tiniest mention of slash. Just so you know. Don't like, don't read.
Notes: Please read and review. I've been reading fanfic for a few months now, and this is my second fic, so be nice. Hasn't been beta read because I wasn't even sure I wanted to post this, so all mistakes are mine.
Gil Grissom walked into the break room to find his team all sitting around with bored, restless looks on their faces. As he came in with a folder tucked under his arm, they looked up and their eyes widened with excitement and relief.
"Are those our assignments?" Greg Sanders asked hopefully. He jumped out of his chair and dumped the rest of his coffee in the trash.
Grissom shook his head, and the light from Greg's face faded. "Sorry, Greg. You should have kept that coffee." Grissom replied. "It's just paperwork. It was the only thing I could dig up that we could do to be useful around here."
He tossed it onto the rectangular table where Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes, and Catherine Willows were gathered around. Nick took the file, opened it, then sighed. "This sucks, man." Nick muttered. "Where's a good homicide when you need it?"
"It's kinda weird, don't you think? All this crime suddenly coming to a stop over the past couple of days?" The dark-skinned Warrick Brown pointed out. He looked at Grissom. "What do you think, Grissom? Doesn't exactly seem normal."
"I don't know, Warrick." Grissom admitted. He continued with a raised brow. "But it's Vegas. Define normal."
They all nodded in agreement.
Nick shut the file and slid it to the end of the table. "Screw this; let's go get some breakfast or something, guys. I'm starving, and it's not like this paperwork'll walk away on its own two feet." He whined, his voice tinted with a Texan drawl. "We couldn't get that lucky."
Grissom and Sara exchanged glances, which didn't go unnoticed by Catherine. "Nick, how about you, me, Warrick, and Greg go." She sent them all looks. "Warrick, you drive."
"Uh, okay, Cath." Warrick said, interpreting the look. "Let's go, guys."
They left the room, Grissom sending Catherine an appreciative smile. Sara saw it and pursed her lips. A wave of energy flooded through her. She had managed to look past the part where Catherine was doing them a favor to have some time together alone, and focused on the smile the two had exchanged. They must have known she would have picked that up. It was, after all, her job, just like everyone else's in the room, to be observant.
Grissom turned to her and smiled. "Where would you like to go out, Miss Sidle?"
Sara shrugged. "Back to your place would be fine."
"Alright. I'll meet you at the car."