Title: Truth or Dare

Rating: PG-13 or R (Haven't decided yet)

Summary: On a rare night with no work to do, the CSI team decides to play a few games to blow off steam. G/S

Grissom sighed as he checked his pager for the millionth time that night. It was dead, no pun intended. It seemed that even the criminals of Las Vegas were staying at home tonight. In four hours, there had been no calls for the forensics team. It was rare that this ever happened; something even Gil had never seen before.

He glanced up at the door to his office. Nick was walking by with Warrick, both chatting about something. Grissom caught a few words of it, 'baseball' and 'pennant' included. He decided that it was a conversation he wasn't going to be interested in. He grabbed a pencil from his desk, desperate to find something to do. Finding nothing, he simply began to tap it on the desk, cupping his chin in his hand.

Catherine and Sara were walking by, heard the tapping, and stopped to peer inside his office. They both smiled at the site of the inactive Gil Grissom. "Hey, Gil," Catherine called, startling him. "Still nothing?"

He sighed. "Still nothing."

"Do you…you want to come out here with us? Everyone's bored so Nick and Warrick though they could set up some games to play."

Grissom stared at her, eyebrow arched. "Games? We're reduced to playing games to keep busy?"

Catherine shook her head. "Well, you could either come join us or join Brass."

"What is Brass doing?"

Sara grinned. "Sleeping in his office."

The corners of Grissom's mouth lifted just a bit. "There's a good role model."

Catherine sighed. "Ok, you don't have to come if you don't want to. They're kiddy games anyway. We just thought it might be fun. If you change your mind, we'll all be in the break room." Grissom nodded, and the two women turned to leave. Catherine turned to Sara as they walked away. "It would take an act of God to get him out of that office." Sara smiled.

They entered the break room, where Nick, Greg, and Warrick were already gathered. Nick was sniffing what looked like wine bottle, asking Warrick what had died in it. Warrick rolled his eyes and turned to look at the two women. "No Gris?"

Catherine shrugged and sat down in a chair. "Guess not. So guys, what are we playing today?"

Nick smiled. "Well, Warrick and I figured we'd go back to the classics."

Sara raised an eyebrow. "And what would those be?"

"Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle."

Sara laughed. "What are we, fifteen years old?"

Nick shrugged. "Stupid fun. If you don't want to play then you could always go and join Grissom."

"Too late," Grissom said from the door. Everyone turned to him, surprised that he had ventured out of his office. He took a seat, flashing them all a cynical grin.

Nick smirked. "This should be fun." He glanced at everyone, frowning at Greg, who had tossed his head over the back of his chair and was staring at the ceiling. "What do you guys think we should play first?"

Catherine shrugged. "It's been years since I've played any of these games."

"Me too," Sara said. "I thought you graduated from these kinds of games after you graduated junior high."

"Come on, you guys. There just little games to help pass the time. No one will be judging anyone," he said, fixing his eyes on Grissom. Whether it was coincidental or on purpose, Grissom couldn't tell.

Grissom laid his palms on the table. "I'm game, I suppose."

Sara smirked. "Well, if those guys can convince Grissom to play, then I guess I'm in too."

"Me," Greg said, raising a hand.

Catherine sighed. "Alright!"

Nick smiled. "Great, we're all in. Now, Warrick and I have decided that we should play Truth or Dare first." There was a collection of groans from the table, Grissom's included. "Oh, chill out you guys. Ok, here's our rules. Everyone will take a turn asking one person truth or dare. The other person answers. If they choose truth, they will be asked a question, but they can always choose not to answer the question and do the dare instead. If they choose dare-"

"Nick, I believe we are all familiar with this game," Grissom said, not glancing up from the table.

"Er…right. Well, I'm not sure how long it's supposed to go on. But, we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

Warrick lifted himself onto the counter. "I'll go first." He glanced around at the table of people, trying to decide who to victimize first. His eyes settled on Catherine. He smiled. "Catherine, truth or dare?"

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Truth?"

"What is the single-most embarrassing moment of your life?"

Catherine stared at him for a moment, then looked down at the table, her face blushing. "Ok. When I was twelve, I was supposed to play the part of Dorothy in our Wizard of Oz play at school. On opening night, I was stepping out onto the stage when the Cowardly Lion stepped on the hem of my dress, ripping it. I didn't notice until I got on stage and realized that everyone could see my pink underwear."

The table burst out laughing. Even Grissom smiled. Catherine laughed with them, then buried her face in her hand to cover her reddening face.

Nick frowned. "Wait…wait. What difference would that make to you. I mean, considering your past…"

Catherine gave him a go-to-hell look. "That was before my past, Nicky."

Nick held up his hands and looked around the table. "Gris," he said, staring at the man until he looked up from the table. "Truth or dare?"

Grissom smirked. "Truth."

"Ok, what is the most desperate thing you've ever done to pass a class?"

Grissom stared at him blankly for a moment, and Sara was afraid that he was going to leave. This was nice, him sitting here with everyone else. Joking around with them instead of buried in paperwork. Grissom seemed lost in thought for a moment. "I once offered to pay a girl five dollars a day to take care of my flour sack in Child Development."

Sara smirked. Grissom in Child Development was funny enough, but for him to actually pay someone to take care of his fake baby was a whole new level. The rest of the group was also laughing. Grissom's cheeks reddened only slightly and he allowed a small smile to play across his lips.

Catherine scooted forward in her chair after everyone had calmed down. He looked around. "Greg," she said, startling him. "Truth or Dare?"

He frowned. "Truth, I guess."

"Have you ever worn women's clothing or make-up?" The whole table burst into laughter at just the question. Sara noticed that Grissom was actually laughing with them. He seemed to have relaxed a good bit; at least he wasn't staring at the table anymore.

Greg stared at Catherine with wide eyes. "Can I switch to Dare?" This caused the whole table to burst out into laughter again.

"Can't win on that one, Greggo," Nick said through his laughter. "You probably would have had to answer yes anyway, but now you just gave yourself away!"

Greg blushed. "Ok, Truth. Yes." A fresh surge of laughter ran through the group.

"A little elaboration, please?" Grissom asked in a serious tone. Sara smirked. He actually seemed to care if his lab technician was a cross-dresser.

Greg blushed again. "I was just a kid, ok. I don't do it now. But it was just kinda fun, you know, grab Mom's clothes and paint your face."

More laughter. Then everyone glanced from Greg to Grissom to Sara. Sara leaned forward. "Grissom," she said. He looked up at her, and she tried not to get caught in his eyes. "Truth or Dare?"

He smiled. "Truth?"

"Geez, I think everyone's afraid of the Dare part," Nick commented.

Sara rolled her eyes at him. "What is something that you're afraid of that you don't want anyone to know?"

Grissom stared at her for a moment, as if trying to decide if she was serious or not. The corners of his mouth lifted as he stared. "Poodles."

Nick nearly doubled over in laughter, Catherine buried her face in her hands, Warrick did the same. Grissom grinned and looked back down at the table for a second before turning back to them.

Greg cocked an eyebrow. "Poodles, Gris? Of all things. May I ask why?"

Grissom grinned. "Childhood trauma. A batty old neighbor of our used to have one when I was really little. The dog was really snippy and used to growl and snap at me all the time." He shrugged as they laughed again. "Hey, I was only three or four."

Warrick grinned. "Ok, down to Greg and Grissom."

Greg exchanged glances with Grissom. "Ok then," Greg said. He turned to Nick.

"Truth," Nick said.

"Ok. Have you ever been accused of being gay by anyone you did or did not know?"

Nick stared at him for a minute, a startled expression on his face. Whatever he had been expecting to be asked, obviously, that was not it. Grissom frowned at Greg, but did not say anything.

Nick blinked once. "No. I haven't."

There was an awkward silence for a moment until Warrick clapped his hands once. "Ok then, I think we should switch games."

"Wait, Grissom didn't go," Sara said quickly. Everyone turned to him. He stared at his hands for a moment before looking at them each in turn. His eyes settled on Sara. "Sara."

She shook her head, still smiling. Now what on earth could Grissom ask her? "Truth."

"Who is the person you've found yourself most attracted to, but knew you could never have?" he asked seriously, staring at her. Everyone turned to him, smiling, thinking it was all a big joke.

Sara was speechless for a moment. What was he trying to do? Give it away that she had even an inkling of attraction for him. "Well," she said carefully, thinking past Grissom, "I did have this teacher in high school. He taught physics."

Nick snorted. "You had a crush on your high school physics teacher?"

She glared at him. "Right, like you've never done the same."

Nick sighed and crossed his arms. "Well…not a physics teacher."

Catherine glanced at Grissom, who had a small, inconspicuous smile on his face as he gazed at Sara. What kind of a question was that to ask? she wondered to herself.

Warrick slapped Nick on the back once. "Whatever floats your boat, Nick. Ok, who wants to move on to the next game?" Another collection of groans. He smirked at them and pulled out the wine bottle, setting it in the middle of the table. "Alright, everyone," he glanced at Grissom, who was staring at the bottle almost fearfully, "has to take a turn. If they refuse, they will forever be labeled as a wuss in the CSI lab. Everyone knows what to do. If you don't like the person the bottle lands on, suck it up and play." He grinned maliciously. "No cheek pecks. This is all mouth-to-mouth."

A collection of protests erupted from the table. Warrick held up a hand. "Those are my rules. And…it doesn't matter it the target is male or female. Just go at it."

Nick glanced at the only two women at the table, then scanned the rest of the table with a grimace on his face. His eyes rested on Grissom, who shared a similar look of disgust.

"First guy to try and kiss me will end up with Doc Robbins," Grissom said calmly.

It seemed to break the ice a little bit with the others. They laughed and shook their heads. "Doesn't matter, Gris. If a guy lands on you, then…well, it was nice to know you." He pointed at Catherine. "Alright, you first, Cat."

Catherine smirked and reached for the bottle, spinning it with a twist of her wrist. It spun for a long while, then stopped on Greg, who smiled goofily. Catherine groaned audibly. "You coming to me or do I have to go to you?"

Greg shrugged. "I think you should come to me."

She sighed and stood up from her chair, walking up to Greg. She pecked him once really quick on the lips then sank back into her seat. "This is more embarrassing than Truth or Dare could ever be!" she declared.

Nick smirked. "My turn." He spun the bottle, then groaned in dismay when it landed on Warrick. "No way!"

"Hey, you agreed on these rules!" Warrick said.

Nick clenched his eyes shut, then quickly pecked Warrick once. He immediately turned away and buried his face in his hands, wishing he could bang his head against the wall. Warrick wasn't feeling much better; he was beginning to wish he had never made those rules. Grissom smirked at them. Maybe know they see how stupid this really is. He scrunched up his face as he thought about it. That has got to be the nastiest thing I've ever seen.

Warrick slowly recovered. "Ok, my turn." He spun the bottle, then sighed in relief when it landed on Catherine. He grinned at her as he made her way to her seat, raising his eyebrows at her as well. Catherine simply rolled her eyes. He kissed her quickly, but slower than Nick or Catherine herself had done. He pulled away and sat back in his seat, smiling as if he had just won an award.

"Know don't forget, although you got to kiss me, you were already kissed by Nick," Catherine reminded him. Warrick groaned and leaned his head back in the chair. "Sara, your turn," he said without looking up.

Sara nervously reached out and spun the bottle. It revolved slowly, eventually stopping. Her heart skipped a beat when she looked up at who it had stopped on.

Grissom stared at the bottle with a slightly panicked look on his face when it stopped, pointing at him. Nick sniggered. "Poor Sara," he said quietly.

Sara glanced up at Grissom and met his eyes for a moment. She saw fear and uncertainty, but yet there was also a bit of longing in them as well. She hoped she was the only one who noticed. She sighed and stood up from her seat. "Great," she said, making her way over to Grissom. She winked at the others behind Grissom's back, then leaned down toward him.

She put a hand on the back of his head to keep him from pulling away, and planted her lips on his. The kiss was short, but longer than any of the previous ones. She pulled away and laughed her way back to her chair. Everyone else realized that she was picking on Grissom and laughed with her.

Grissom simply stared at Sara with wide eyes, a shocked expression painted on his face. Sara smiled at him teasingly, keeping up the rouse that it was all part of the game. But a secret part of her longed to go back over to him and kiss him again. Longer and harder this time. That kiss had been a tease for her, letting her taste him and feel his mouth on hers, but not long enough.

Warrick was laughing so hard he had tears forming in his eyes. "Alright, Gris. Your turn, if you can take it."

Grissom turned to look at Warrick, the shocked expression still on his face. He reached for the bottle and nervously spun it. Sara noticed how badly his hand shook. The bottle spun a few times, then landed on Sara.

"Well, what do you know, Sara. Looks like you're the lucky one," Nick quipped. "He gets to return the favor."

Just then, however, a beeping noise sounded from Grissom's shirt pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it on. "Grissom," he said into it. He listened for a few minutes. "Yeah. We'll be right there." He flipped the phone shut and quickly stood up from his chair. "We've got a double homicide. Nick, Catherine, you guys come with me."

"No way!" Nick protested. "That was set up, Gris!"

Grissom gave him a severe gaze. "Double homicide, Nick. Get in gear."

TBC