Title: Chicken Soup

Summary: Secrets revealed, two crimes, a migraine, chicken soup, and a split up team made by the one who was supposed to keep them together.

Spoilers: If it's aired before season 7, then it's game. All the important GSR episodes and even a couple not-so-important ones.

Disclaimer: I own them! Yes! I am the best person ever! I own CSI! And Harry Potter! And Disney! Mwahahaha! They're all mine!!

A/N: Okay, this is actually my first written fanfiction, so don't loose faith in me if this one isn't as good as my others, because those ones are more recent. I have to thank Cheryl for giving me the title, because I could not think of one, so she mentioned chicken soup, and that became the title. So thank you Cheryl! Also, this isn't edited. Alex is super busy with school now (so am I) and she didn't have the time. So all mistakes are, gladly mine to own, along with the above mentioned franchises. :) Read and enjoy.


Chicken Soup

Chapter One

Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle had been dating for months, but none of their friends or coworkers knew. The couple knew that people had their suspicions about them; they had for years. Especially Conrad Ecklie, the Assistant Lab Director. But even through all that, Sara didn't care. She had wanted to be with Grissom for a very long time, and now that dream had come true.

Sara jumped in surprise when her side began to ring. It was her phone. She picked it up to look at the caller ID. It was her boss – and lover – Grissom. She smiled to herself and picked up. "Hey, how –"

Grissom's hard voice cut her off. "Sara, we need to talk. Now. Come to my office."

Sara had no idea what was going on, and the hardness in his voice was putting her on edge. He never sounded like that… he was always calm. "Grissom, what is going on?"

But he wouldn't tell her, just repeated what he had said before. "My office. Now."

Sara hurried to Grissom's office, wondering what was so urgent that they couldn't talk about it at home. When she walked passed the break room, she was surprised to see the entire graveyard shift sitting in there; not doing anything.

Catherine, Warrick, Nick, Greg, Brass, and Sofia were sitting around the table, chatting over coffee.

"Uh… Cath?" Sara asked, walking in. "What's going on?"

Catherine looked up from Warrick. "I don't know. Grissom said that there was a staff meeting and that we all needed to be here." Sara nodded and went to sit down, but Catherine wasn't done talking. "He also said that he wasn't talking to anyone until he'd talked to you. So you might want to go in there." She pointed down the hall towards Grissom's office. Sara nodded again and left the break room.

When she arrived at his office, the blinds on the windows were closed, again. They'd been like that for a while, and whenever Sara asked him about it, he would avoid the question, just saying that he'd been receiving headaches a lot lately. She wondered if the headaches somehow had something to do with her. Was he stressing about someone finding out about them? He'd been insistent that they keep it under wraps until the time was right.

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After Sara had disappeared down the hallway, Catherine turned to the room at large. "What do you think is going on in there?" she asked.

"They're sleeping together," Nick said matter-of-factly.

Catherine was appalled. "Nick!"

He looked up from the apple he was eating. "What? You don't think that Grissom and Sara are sleeping together?" The blonde woman shook her head no. "Cath. You've seen the way they look at each other, act around each other. They are definitely sleeping together, or at the very least, spending a lot of time together outside of work."

Warrick had to stifle a laugh. "Grissom? Outside of work? No way."

Brass decided to join in. "Nick, you seem to know a lot about our two most private CSI's. Are you somehow involved in this?"

Nick almost choked on the apple. "Dude, no. But everyone knows how Sara feels about Grissom, at least. She made it pretty damn obvious."

Everyone nodded their heads silently, processing Nick's logic. Everyone that is, except for Sofia, who said, "What?"

Greg lifted his head up, and said, "Sofia… oh yeah, you weren't here when all hell went down between the two of them." He moved his gaze to Catherine. "You want to tell her?"

"Why me?" Catherine complained.

"Because, Catherine," Brass said, smirking. "You're his best friend. And you know him the best. So you probably have a better knowledge of what happened than the rest of us do. So tell Sofia."

Catherine slumped in her chair. She did indeed know what had happened between Grissom and Sara. It had broken him to tell her no, and his reasoning was that it was the right thing professionally, and his hearing was going.

She did not feel at all comfortable talking to Sofia about this, because she showed a very obvious interest in Grissom, and Catherine also knew that Sara would blow Sofia's head off if she came near him.

She came back to the present to find everyone staring at her expectantly. Catherine sighed, sat up straight, and began to talk.