This is my first G/S fic. My writing skills aren't exactly impressive, so reviews and comments would be greatly appreciated. Thanks :D.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

It was a typical shift at the crime lab, or so it seemed.

"Long night, huh?"

Nick shrugged as he strode side by side with Warrick down the CSI corridors. "It was worth it. Just rapped up my homicide."

"Lucky," Warrick mumbled, "My B&E doesn't seem to be headed anywhere. I'm thinking of calling it quits if DNA doesn't pan out by tomorrow night." He sighed and nodded at Judy, the receptionist, as she ambled by. "How's about we grab some breakfast?"

"I'm down. Let me just run this by Grissom first," Nick said, tapping the file safely secured in his left hand.

Warrick nodded, and the pair made a quick right. "Have you noticed anything strange with Grissom lately?"

Nick smirked, "Define strange."

"Like…tired."

"Grissom always looks tired," he said as they approached Grissom's office.

"Yeah, but I mean—" Warrick froze along side Nick at the doorway as they took in the sight in front of them. Gil Grissom: workaholic and man who never sleeps, was sleeping, sleeping on the clock. Leaning comfortably back on his chair, glasses drooping low on the bridge of his nose, files scattered all over his desk, and a bottle of migraine pills without the lid, the image was actually comical. "Gris?" Warrick whispered, taking a step into the office. "Grissom…"

Nick suppressed the urge to laugh by jamming his fist over his mouth. That didn't conceal the smile forming on his lips, however. "What I would give for a camera right now." Noticing Warrick's lips twitch upward made him grin wider. "Grrissoomm…" he drawled.

Nothing.

"He's not dead is he?"

Warrick rolled his eyes. "I guess the bossman's human after all."

"What are you two doing?" a female voice called directly behind them.

"Shh!" Both men hissed.

Catherine looked at the two younger CSI's with raised eyebrows and a slightly open mouth. Brushing pass them, she got a full view of what they were intrigued over. Her jaw dropped even further. "What the hell…"

"You wouldn't happen to have a camera, would you Cath?"

"No, what I would give for one though…"

Nick nodded, still smiling, "That's what I said."

"He could get in a lot of trouble for this. Especially if Ecklie's around, should we wake him up? Or maybe close the door at least?" Warrick asked.

Catherine gave a nod, "You got a point th—"

"—I've got the trace results for…what're you guys doing?" They turned to see Sara hovering at the doorway.

"Shh!" This time even Catherine joined in.

"Cath, I've got the Trace results from the victim's jacket," she said arching an eyebrow. Finally looking over Nick's shoulder, her other eyebrow shot up. "You're shitting me…" she huffed out a laugh.

"Nope," Catherine said pointedly. "I say we just close his door and let him be before Ecklie decides to pay him a visit. You shouldn't be sleeping on the job, but God knows that man deserves some rest."

"I think we should wake him up. He's not even waking up when we're all in here yakking our mouths off, so I'd doubt he'd wake up if Ecklie even has the courtesy to knock," Warrick interrupted.

"Good point."

Just as Catherine was about to ask for votes, Grissom emitted a low rumble.

The four CSI's froze.

"Honey…stop that tickles…" he mumbled, a grin spreading on his face.

Nick looked like he was trying real hard to keep his laughter down. Warrick looked surprised, with both eyebrows raised and was also struggling to keep his smile from growing off his face. Catherine looked thoroughly disgusted. Sara…Sara just looked.

Their disbelief and utter fascination continued to grow as Grissom giggled. 'Grissom giggles?' The low rumble of his laughter faded and twisted into a smirk. "Sara…"

The tides turned as Nick, Warrick, and Catherine lost all expression on their faces, while Sara's eyebrows shot to her hairline and her jaw dropped to her feet. Noticing three pairs of eyes on her, she felt her face begin to flush.

"Interesting…" Catherine drawled quietly.

Warrick let out a breath and smiled, "Very."

"Looks like Grissom's a normal stereotypical male after all," Nick added, shooting Sara a smirk.

She blushed even more profusely and was sure her face was apple red by now. Her embarrassment suddenly warped into fury. 'What the hell! The man has no right dreaming about me when he obviously can't do anything remotely close to it when he's awake. And not only dream about me, but talking in his sleep about me. And not only talking in his sleep about me, but talking in his sleep about me at the lab—in front of everyone!' Sara furrowed her brows and scowled, "I'm waking him up!"

Before anyone had the chance to grab her, she strode confidently around his desk and laid her hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight shake. "Grissom."

How many times had he had this dream? Too many. And still he loved it when it approached the heated part, and she began chanting his name, usually ending with a scream. He grinned, wishing he would never wake up. "Grissom," she moaned as she ran her hand up his shoulder.

"God…Sara."

Three snorts rang through the office, as they tried desperately to not laugh. Sara glared at them, shooting daggers with her eyes. She started to pull her hand away from its position on his shoulder, when she was yanked back. It threw her off balance as she landed awkwardly in Grissom's lap, her face plunging toward his, and finally, her lips crashing into his. His other arm reached up around her and held onto the back of her head, effectively pinning her face to his. Her eyes grew wide as she felt the bulge in his pants.

This was definitely not how she imagined their first kiss. A goodnight kiss after dinner and movies, maybe an awkward, shy kiss while cuddling up on his couch, but definitely not thrown across his lap, lips barely able to move, in front of all her co-workers. Co-workers! Present and watching! Remembering that there was an audience, she placed both of her flailing hands on his chest and pushed with all her might. "GRISSOM!"

He sighed as he came back to earth from heavenly bliss. There was the scream, the one that usually ended his dream promptly, leaving him hot and bothered, yet sometimes relieved. 'Time to open the eyes now,' he automatically thought. This was always the worst part, opening his eyes and confirming that it was all a dream.

He saw nothing but blur as his eyes came into contact with the light at first, but after blinking a couple times, he focused on a face. Sara's face. Sara's extremely red face. 'It wasn't a dream?'

"What…" he cleared his throat, "What just happened?"

Sara gaped at him.

His eyebrows were knitted together in confusion, and he stared at her as if she were an incriminating piece of evidence. "Did we…" Looking down, he noticed that he was fully clothed. He looked back up and confirmed that she was too. More importantly, he noticed his surroundings. 'My office! What the hell happened!'

"Ahem!"

He swiveled his head to see Nick, Warrick, and Catherine by the doorway, each conveying different expressions: pleasantly surprised, amused, and on border of shock and wanting to vomit, respectively. Realization dawned on him as he began to piece the puzzle together. "Sara…" he began, turning to her. She was still clearly embarrassed, swiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She sighed, "Look—it's—it's ok Grissom." She maneuvered around his desk and headed toward the door. "As I was saying Cath, I got the results from Trace."

The older woman gave her a small, sympathetic smile.

"Traces of octinoxate, octisalate, oxybenzone, and titanium dioxide, commonly found in sunscreen. I…um…I'll be in DNA. Hopefully, the semen we collected was a match to the boyfriend's." With that, she strode out of the office without a backwards glance.

Grissom looked as if he were still on the verge of getting words out, staring blankly at the space she just vacated, and mouth forming a slight 'o.'

"Uh, I rapped up the homicide in Henderson…just needed to give you this," Nick said, dropping his file on the already large stack on Grissom's desk.

Warrick shifted uncomfortably, "Breakfast, remember Nick?"

"Oh, yeah. Breakfast—right," Nick stammered, and the two men exited the office as quickly as possible.

Grissom pulled his glasses off and let out a slow, yet long breath. He stood up slowly and began to reorganize the files on his desk. "Gil." He looked up, noticing Catherine was still lingering in front of him, faintly amused yet slightly confused. "Next time you take your migraine pills, you might want to read the side-effects first." She gave him a faint smile supported with a cocked eyebrow and turned for the door.

"I don't usually fall asleep," he murmured.

She paused slightly. "That's not what I meant," she replied, then leaving him alone in his office.

Grissom frowned in confusion. Looking down slightly below his waist, he realized what Catherine was talking about. He quickly sat back down, not daring to leave the office looking like he was carrying a rocket in his pocket. "Believe me Catherine, this isn't the work of my pills," he murmured to himself.

First fic…please review? Constructive criticism would be gladly accepted too :D. I hope to continue soon.