Weird, creepy little drabble between Grissom and Sara. Implied GSR. Yes, I did say GSR. From me.
"Here. Try this."
"No, thanks."
"Please?"
"I don't think so."
"Have an open mind, Sara. Try just one."
"I really would rather not."
"I see." Pause. "Why not?"
"Because, Grissom, under all that chocolate is a bug, and I don't eat bugs."
"You really don't know what you're missing."
"Then I'll have to remain ignorant. Besides, I'm a vegetarian. I make a point of not eating anything with a face."
"It's an insect, Sara."
"And insects have faces - so I don't eat them." She smiled then, pleased at her own logic.
"Alright, then. I understand. No insects." He pulled an odd-looking metal box from his pocket and opened it. "Have a pickled mealworm, then..."
