Sick
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Greg/Sara, Nick, Grissom
Note: My very first CSI fic, although not my first fic. Please, please let me know how I did.
Spoilers/Timeline: Set during season 6.
Summary: No one likes having to work on Valentine's Day – unless you get to work with your significant other.
---"Sara?" Nick said, stopping in front of his locker as the brunette continued to hum.
"Yeah?" She asked, turning to look at him as she shut her locker.
"Are you humming?"
"Yeah," Sara replied, smiling. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You do realize what day it is, right?"
"The fourteenth."
"Otherwise known as Valentine's Day," Nick said. "And no offense, but you're usually not very happy on Valentine's Day."
"Thanks, Nicky." Sara said sarcastically, turning to leave.
"Weird, man." Nick said as he reached into his locker
"Greg!" Grissom said as the young man stepped around the corner. "Where have you been?"
"I was, uhm, on the phone."
"While you were clocked in?" Grissom said, raising his eyebrows.
"I know, I know, but I had to check on reservations. I have a date tonight."
"Well, here's your assignment. You're with Sara."
"Thanks, Gris!" Greg said, smiling as he took off down the hallway.
"Nick told me you were acting funny." Greg said as he followed Sara out to the car.
"He said I'm never in a good mood on Valentine's Day." Sara said, shrugging. "This year I am."
"Imagine that." Greg said as they loaded his kit into the back of the car. He put Sara's in the back of the car and shut it. "Does it have anything to do with me?" He asked as the couple made their way back to the front of the car.
Sara simply smiled. "Happy Valentine's Day, Greg," she said as she kissed him lightly.
"Nick was right - you must be getting sick. " Greg said, grinning.
