Title: A Private Conversation

Author: Xanti

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine but the storyline is.

Spoilers: None

A/N: This idea has been floating round in my head for several months. I finally wrote the first chapter for Ash, as a bit of light entertainment for her birthday. Since then it has slowly taken on a life of it's own.

Huge thanks to Ash who provides me with constant encouragement and pulls me back on track when I get (easily) distracted with other things. Thanks also to Moggie for her words of support.

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Chapter One:

Greg skipped down the corridor towards Grissom's office, DNA results in one hand, clipboard in the other. He knew his boss was going to be happy, their prime suspect had once again, been nailed by the evidence.

As he neared the office, he saw that the door was slightly ajar and he could hear the murmur of voices coming from within. Rather than barge in unannounced, he paused, readying himself to knock. A voice halted his actions.

"Awww, c'mon Griss," whined Sara. "Let me see it, you promised I could."

"Yeah but not now Sara," replied Grissom. "I've already told you, I don't want anyone else barging in and seeing it."

"And I've already told you," answered Sara. "There's no-one else around, except for Greg and he's chained to his desk working on your latest evidence."

"I suppose you won't leave me alone until you get your own way, will you," said Grissom, sounding defeated.

"Nope," replied Sara.

"Okay then," said Grissom with a sigh. "But let's make it quick, the others may come back any time."

Greg heard the sound of scraping chairs as the occupants of the room moved around. He deliberated whether to knock and enter or whether he should go back to his lab but his thoughts were interrupted as he heard Grissom's voice once again.

"Alright here you go, Sara meet junior," he said.

"Junior?" giggled Sara.

"Yeah, well they should all have a name you know, I thought Junior had a nice ring to it," Grissom said matter-of-factly.

'Okay,' thought Greg to himself. 'This is getting just a little bit strange.'

"Wow," he heard Sara say. "I had no idea it would be so big."

Grissom chuckled. "They do come in all different sizes you know Sara."

"I know," she replied. "But this is really impressive. Uh…can I touch it?" she asked tentatively.

"Sure you can," came Grissom's reply.

Meanwhile out in the hallway, Greg's face had turned a bright shade of crimson. He couldn't believe what he was hearing but he seemed unable to tear himself away, this was going to be the office gossip of the century!

"Ooooo," crooned Sara. "It's so smooth."

"What did you expect?" asked Grissom. "Sandpaper?"

Sara giggled again.

"Hey," said Grissom sharply. "Don't stroke it so hard."

"Oh, sorry," apologised Sara. "How about this?"

"Yeah that's better," said Grissom softly. "See, Junior likes that."

Suddenly Greg's clipboard slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor with a clatter.

"Shit," he hissed, trying to pick up the clipboard but only succeeded in banging his head on Grissom's door instead. His fingers eventually located the renegade clipboard and turning quickly, he sprinted down the corridor before he was caught.

A few seconds later Grissom and Sara stuck their heads out through the open doorway, only to see Greg's fleeing figure disappear round the corner.

"Do you think he saw anything?" asked Sara, turning to look at Grissom.

"He had better keep it to himself if he did," replied Grissom, still staring down the corridor.

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