She joined all the other employees out in the parking lot. Barefoot and covered in a towel, she marched over to Grissom.
"What's going on?!"
"Someone forgot to turn their fume hood on. As soon as the fire department says so, we can get back into the building. Why are you in a towel?"
"I was in the middle of a shower." She pulled the towel closer when Greg and some techs walked by and whistled.
"Grissom!"
"What? I can't get in the building either."
"Grissom, it's freezing out here, and I am in a towel."
"You want my coat?"
Grissom took his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Better?"
She stared at him in disbelief.
"Do you have your car keys?"
"Yes, why?"
"Mine are in my locker, and I think I might have some clothes in your car."
Grissom handed her the keys and she left towards his car. Several minutes later, she came back. Grissom was talking to Catherine and Warrick. They stared at her as she walked up. She glared at them.
"I take it you didn't have any clothes in the car?" Grissom asked.
Sara turned around and looked at the building. Catherine tried, but could not contain her laughter, and doubled over. Warrick helped her walk over to the sidewalk and sit down. Grissom covered his mouth with his hand.
Sara turned around, "What's so funny?"
"Um, where did you get those pants?"
"They were in the back seat, why?"
"Those are the pants that Hank attacked. Meaning there is a hole in the back and you are wearing my boxers."
"Why would you keep clothes that have holes in them?" Sara asked, twisting to see her rear covered in crossword puzzle boxers.
"They were in a bag, so I didn't think you would wear them. I actually didn't think you would wear them anyway."
She covered the hole with his hands, going to sit on the side of the road, waiting for the building to be cleared. Grissom came and stood over her, teasing, "You know, if you take the pants off, I would have something to do."
Sara smirked at him, "If you took of your pants, I would have something to do."
Grissom smiled at her. Then Greg and Nick came over, sitting on either side of Sara.
"Hey, where'd you get the man clothes?" Greg asked.
"The car."
"What car, you were in the shower, and I doubt that when the fire alarm goes off, your first instinct is to grab your keys."
Sara sighed, "Greg do you mind?"
"Nope."
"C'mon, Sar, who did you get the clothes from?" Nick asked.
Grissom cleared his throat.
"You okay, Griss?" Nick asked.
"Fine." Apparently Nick and Greg were going to make them spell it out for them. "I'm going to see if anyone needs anything." He got up and crossed the parking lot at the pace of a lightning bolt. Sara didn't think that it was possible to get away faster without sprinting as she glared at his receeding figure.
"So Sara?" Greg continued.
"Grissom," she said under her breath.
"What?" Asked Nick. It wasn't an 'I can't believe it what' but a 'I can't hear you what'.
"Grissom."
"What?" This was a 'I don't think I heard you what'.
"They're Grissom's. And I don't think I appreciate you questioning me in front of him."
She got up and began to stalk away. She stopped when she heard the gut renching laughter behind her. She spun around, "Not a word about this ever again!"
She left them rolling on the floor.