Note: This story is being written by a group of people at tv . com. Each chapter will be about 500 words and will be approximately PG-14. Revews of respective chapters will be passed on to their authors. This chapter is written by me, TraceZBullet.

Unbeta'd.

Chapter One

"I'll see you later?" It was more of a question than a statement and his voice was tinged with what he would call concern. He didn't know what he would do if she turned him down now. Somebody bustled past between them. Was it too late?

One look at those hopeful baby blues, and her heart relented. "Yeah, you will," Sara replied and smiled despite herself. Then, still smelling badly of something rotting, she bolted for the locker room and a hot shower. The smile stayed plastered to her face so hard it hurt but she couldn't stop it. "I love that man," she whispered to herself and stopped for a second. Had someone overheard?

Thankfully, the room was pleasantly empty. She disrobed and turned on the spray of water. Grissom's words were stuck in her head. Of course he didn't think he'd done anything wrong but the way he had greeted her…she had been sure he was going to grab her right there in the middle of the lab. The warm water slid down her shoulders and carried the grime down the drain. Steam rose and she sighed contentedly in the warmth.

She couldn't wait to see him again. To hold his hand, to share his embrace. It nearly put her out of her mind.

The sound of the locker room door opening startled her from her half-asleep state. There was no voice to give her a clue but she already had an inkling. Her stomach flip-flopped. "Grissom!" she called out, "I know what you're thinking! We don't have time though, okay?" No matter how much she wished it. There was no answer after a few seconds. Uh oh. She could picture him, still out of his mind with lust and thinking he could hop in the shower—

"Sara?" It was a female voice. Damn!

She looked frantically around the shower for a blunt object to end the misery before it began. Too quickly though, Sophia poked her face around the wall that separated the lockers from the large group shower. Still cursing under her breath, Sara shut off the water and grabbed a towel before the steam cleared.

"Detective Curtis," Sara said with forced sweetness, "what a nice surprise." More graphic swearwords bounced around her mind as Curtis smirked her little smirk.

"If you want, I'll go get Grissom for you," the other woman offered. Sadly enough, she appeared to be serious. Where was that damn blunt object? Imagining Sophia bleeding on the wet tile, Sara giggled. "Was that a yes?" Sophia asked, slightly surprised and appalled. Wouldn't that be a funny conversation? Sara could picture it now:

"Mr. Grissom, Sara asked me to tell you she's naked and wet in the women's locker room and would you like to join her?"

"Umm…err…huh…urggg…"

"I'll go tell her you said you'd be happy too"

Forcing her features to straighten, Sara shook her head. "No thanks, now if you don't mind I'm going to get dressed," she said and swept past the sadly un-bloodied cop.