A/N: So I know I haven't been very good with the updating. I've sort of lost interest in the Cath/Sara pairing making it difficult to write as all my unfinished stories are of that pairing. I am trying though. I wrote this a while back for a friend. She was a little sad and I decided to make fun of the person responsible in a small story. Hope its ok even though 95 percent of you won't get the inside jokes. So this is for you hon, even if it is 3 months later.

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Gossip

Chapter 1

Greg Sanders was slouched down in an uncomfortable plastic chair with his feet resting on the washing machine in front of him. He jadedly watched his clothes spin in between stifling yawns of boredom with the back of his hand. His eyes shifted from his clothes to the front door upon hearing the tacky bell that was stuck up on the door ring. With a smile, he stood up and helped the newcomer with the bags of clothes she held.

"I was beginning to think you were going to stand me up," he murmured with a wicked grin before dropping the large white bags at his feet.

"No, no, I woke up late. Slept through the alarm," she mumbled before spreading her clothes amongst the three machines Greg had saved for her and sitting beside him.

"Sara Sidle, running late. There is a first time for everything."

She hit his arm before sinking down into the chair and trying to find a semi comfortable spot. "This is the part I hate about laundry mats, the waiting." Greg nodded in agreement. "In my hometown you could leave your laundry spinning."

"Your hometown was like population 1000. If you want to walk down the street seeing a stranger wearing your clothes you are welcome to leave."

Sara rolled her eyes and yawned. "Sometimes I'd trade the glitz and glamour for that in a second," she shrugged.

"I could never live in a small town but the glitz and glamour I could do without some days."

"I'd never thought I'd hear you say that." Sara shifted in her seat mirroring Greg's outstretched legs.

"Well, working in the lab just shows you what the lights do to the most normal people in the world. I mean look at all the people that flock here to get married in front of Elvis," Greg commented, shivering a bit at the image of the phony Elvis he saw on his way here.

"It's supposed to be the most important day in people's lives and they settle for an Elvis impersonator. I'll never understand it," she mumbles, shaking her head.

"Speaking of marriages, did you hear about Warrick's?"

"Yeah, he told me he really loves it," Sara smiled, happy that her friend found happiness.

"Did you hear about Cath?"

"Wait," Sara exclaimed, putting her hands out like she was trying to physically stop the conversation as if it was charging at her, "Why am I gossiping about my friends?"

"Oh, come on, we're both bored and we're really not doing anything bad," he shrugged, pleading with his eyes for her to continue the conversation to quell his boredom.

"Fine, what about Catherine?" she sighed. The things he influenced her to do.

"She was pissed. I heard she wasn't happy when she saw the ring," the young man babbled gleefully.

"Yeah?"

"Yup, she and Warrick would have made a good couple though. They had chemistry."

"Chemistry?" the brunette inquired in a questionable tone.

"Yeah, lots of it. Catherine also has lots of it with you."

"What! I don't…you…" Sara erupted, shaking her hands side to side to show how mistaken he was.

"Sara, calm down. I was just saying…it doesn't mean you are actually pursuing a relationship with her…you just work well together. Besides, you'd make a hot couple!" the blond haired CSI said with a wink.

Sara, who was still shocked, looked at him with a glare. "Trust me, I'm not looking for any relationship in a romantic capacity with her. I'd settle for getting along from more than a week."

"I know. I mean Nick and I have chemistry and I'm not looking for anything romantic. It's just personalities that compliment each other."

"So what about Grissom?"

"Well, he looks at Cath so he might want something between them. I don't think she'd go for it though. She's too…" Greg trailed off trying to put a word to the definition he had in his head.

"Catherine?" Sara offered.

"Yeah, she's too Catherine for him. Besides everyone looks at her," he laughed. "And then there is that thing with you. I never saw the chemistry though."

"It was more an admiration of him than any romantic feelings. I had a thing for unobtainable people," she smirked, laughing with Greg at her words.

"And then there is the weird Hodges and Ecklie thing," Greg said with a shudder.

"Ew, move on. I'm not drunk enough to contemplate that."

"Alright…well, Brass and Sofia have a thing. I think it's more paternal than anything though. Something like his relationship with you, the father-daughter thing," Greg shrugged.

"I always thought Sofia and Grissom."

"Yeah, that too. I don't know what that is though. I heard they went on a couple dates so there might be something romantic there."

Sara nodded, moving to look at a man slugging his clothes through the laundry mat entrance. "So who else?"

"Well, Wendy and Cath. I heard she asked her out body hunting or something," Greg laughed. "She's hardcore. Asking Catherine out body hunting is priceless."

"Wendy's cool. She used to work in the same lab I did. The funny thing is we never became friends until she moved here."

"She ask you out body hunting?"

"No, just Catherine. So anyone else?" Sara inquired while taking her clothing out and carrying it to the dryers behind them. She didn't necessarily agree with the topic of conversation but it was passing the time and they weren't negatively gossiping about anyone, just stating their opinions or more Greg was.

"Well…there is…"

Sara turned around looking at the young man, who had opened a pop and was balancing it on his knee, when he trailed off. "Well out with it," she stated walking back towards the washer for more clothes.

"Well-"

"Greg! I told you to separate your clothes from mine and I'm quite sure these underwear don't belong to me," she sighed, holding up a pair of red and white hearted boxer shorts between two fingers. "Now all my whites are pink."

Greg jumped up, grabbing the boxer shorts when everyone in the small building was staring at them. After stuffing them in his pile, he leaned over to look at Sara's clothing. "Jeez, I'm sorry. I was in a rush today and just remembered you asked me to do it before I left for work so I did it really quickly."

"I told you to do it like 5 hours before I left for my apartment. What on earth could you have been doing?"

"Getting you these," he smiled, thrusting a bouquet of flowers at Sara that he had hidden behind the machine closest to him. She smiled, accepting the flowers and allowing herself to be pulled into an embrace. "I also made us reservations for tonight. I'm crossing my fingers we don't get called in."

Smiling, Sara pulled him closer into a full body embrace, her flowers in the hand resting by Greg's back. "I love them, thank you," she whispered before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

Pulling back, Sara looked at Greg. "First you are taking me shopping to replace all the clothes you ruined."

She watched Greg glance into the washer again and look back at her. "Fine with me. My favourite clothes of yours are already in the dryer," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.