A/N: After reading some fics by some awesome writers, and I'm sorry I didnt review to all, and mostly I have CloakedHestia to thank after reading some of her Sara/Greg ficlets, it got me thinking. There are no more chapters to this, god knows I've got lots on the go. With any luck I should be updating soon. Fingers crossed.
I don't anything, and I'm starting to believe again. Thanks everyone who's written cute fluffy Sandle in the last few weeks.
It was a little colder in Las Vegas than normal and it meant everyone stayed inside with the air conditioner on a little lower. With people staying indoors the crime rate seemed to be all non existent for the better of two days now, cases were solved. Murders, thieves and any other person who committed a crime were jailed and awaiting trial.
On this particular day the lab found themselves rather quiet and free moments to themselves.
At the moment Nick, Greg and Warrick were sitting in the break room, having finally grossed out one of the new lab techs leaving the room to themselves.
"Would you rather sleep with a decomposing pig, or take a swig from one of the jars in Grissom's office?" Nick asked the two
"The pig" both remaining men said simultaneously, earning a chuckle from each man.
Seeing fresh prey, they each remained quiet thinking of a new one to creep out the new addition so it was just the three of them.
"Hey Sara would you rather eat meat or drink a week expired milk?"
That's almost asking if I would rather lay down in front of a oncoming bus or a lawn mower" her reply had them scratching their heads
"So which one would you?" Greg asked
"That is a tough one, meat I would loose the taste of it, well the milk will no doubtly stay. I'm going to have to say neither" she smiled briefly taking her coffee she'd poured in the process.
The three of them watched her walk down the hall taking a left and disappearing from site.
"Hey dude I bet you can't touch Sara's boobs" Nick dared to Greg who's ears turned a bright shade of pink.
"I wanna live"
"She has to be fully aware that you are touching her breasts and one of us has to be present"
"Please I like breathing" Greg pleaded
"Hey I'll pay you a hundred if you actually do it" Warrick chimed in
"I'm not going to touch Sara's breasts that's just wrong" Greg stood picking up his empty food packets, depositing them into the trashcan.
"Just forget it guys" he told them before he left.
"He'll do it" Warrick simply stated
"Oh ya" Nick agreed.
At the end of shift and still no new cases, they all found themselves in the locker room, Catherine bid everyone good day and left to do god only knows what. With Greg having the locker closet to Sara's his ears remained pink throughout the whole time he was changing.
It was ten minutes before Warrick finally gave in and left.
Just as Nick was about to leave Greg approached Sara, they talked for a few seconds before he actually cupped her breasts and squeezing for good measure. Nick left with his jaw dragging on the floor below, not even three hours after the bet was made, Greg had succeeded.
"Thanks" Greg said, rummaging through his locker
"No problem, now you better buy me something pretty with that cash" Sara smile walking slowly towards him.
"See you at home" Sara whispered before glancing around kissing Greg's lips once before being pulled in for a second and third.
The moment the bet had been mentioned he knew he'd get the hundred bucks, after all he had been dating Sara for the last seven months.