I wrote this pre-season six, but I just got an account now.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or show.
I'm not completely sure how I want this to turn out...because I have just seen all of season six, so I may or may not continue this...
This is my first story...so enjoy!
The Mischevious Lab Rat----GSR-----------
Sara, who was squished between Nick and Greg, asked no one in particular "are we almost there?"
The whole CSI team was investigating a case in Barstow, California. It was technically their case, because it started out in Vegas, and they were just following the evidence. Catherine who thought it would be easier just to take one car, and have Warrick meet the rest of the team later (he was on a homicide case), was sitting in the front passenger seat. Grissom was driving, and all the equipment was taking up the whole back of the Tahoe. It was a long drive. They were almost there, just a few more hours. Nick had arranged all the hotel reservations. They were staying at a small hotel on the outskirts of Barstow. There were six rooms; all were adjoining to one another. Nick had thought this would be the cheaper, and he was right. They got a discount on rooms that were all connected. Sara was not too happy about this though, she liked her privacy. She had previously been in a hotel with Grissom before, just not in the same room. She hoped maybe there would be a room mix-up, and Grissom would have to room with her. Her plans would be messed up if all the rooms were adjoining though.
Greg, being the lab rat he is, liked to be mischievous. Sometimes Grissom would refer to Greg as Puck, and quote "Neighing in likeness of a filly foal; And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl". Greg did have a tendency for finding out information that was supposed to be kept private. But he had no knowledge of who Puck is, until he met a hot girl who loved Shakespeare. He decided to read a Midsummer Night's Dream and now he knew something about "this Puck fellow". He figured he should make good use of this nickname, and create some chaos. He decided to call the hotel and ask them only to make reservations for three rooms, he didn't mind sharing a room with Nick---only if it was two singles though. "I have to pee" announced Greg, blatantly.
"I saw a sign for a gas station a mile back, just turn off this exit, Gil." It was Catherine who said it. She had been dozing on and off, looking at road signs every once and awhile.
While Greg was in the bathroom, Sara decided to take on the task of rearranging the gear in the back, making room for Nick to sit in the third row, because he kept falling asleep on her shoulder. By the time Greg got back, Nick was fast asleep again. They started on the road. Greg had a mischievous little half smile that danced around his face, like he was hiding something so hilarious. Sara, who was getting bored of just looking out the window, turned to ask him what was so funny. He just responded "Oh, you'll thank me for this."
He must have ordered us a bucket of sushi or something. She quipped.
Soon enough the arrived at the hotel, and Grissom parked the truck. Warrick was not there yet, so they just waited around in the lobby. Catherine went to the bathroom, as did Nick. Sara found an empty couch in the corner, and plopped down with her arms crossed. Greg went up to the counter with Grissom. As soon as he reached the desk, the concierge looked up and said with a big grin, "You must be Doctor Grissom. Your friend—Warrick Brown—Just called in moments before you got here. He said he won't be here for another hour---must be the traffic. We have your rooms ready, with all of your last minute requests. Just give me a moment to find the keys." Grissom thought what last minute requests? But then decided Nick had just called to confirm the reservations. As the concierge came back to the desk, she was only holding three keys. That's odd. He thought. "Your room numbers are 238, 421, and 304. Just be sure to return the keys in the morning. Have a good night."
"Wait a second" replied Grissom. "We only have three rooms, aren't we under the reservation of six?"
"Actually, it says on computer that you have three rooms reserved. Oh—but don't worry. We have a king bed in each. And one of your rooms has two twins"
"Uh, I'll take that room if you don't mind." Greg cut in. "And just before we got out of the Tahoe, Catherine told me she wanted to room with Warrick." This was obviously a lie, but Greg figuredno one had to know.
"Well I guess it's you and me, Greg."
"Actually, I was planning on rooming with Nick. You and Sara can room together." Greg said Cheerfully. Too cheerfully, thought Grissom.
Sara, who had fallen asleep on the couch in the corner, jolted awake. I'm rooming with Grissom, and the rooms aren't adjoining. Oh my god. But I have to not act overly excited. You can do this Sara.. must. repress. feelings.
Before Grissom could say anything, Greg took the two of the keys and went hunting for Nick and Catherine. The concierge had also left to the back room, to presumably get more keys. It was just Grissom and Sara. 30 seconds past. No one said anything. 40.50. One minute passed. Sara decided she needed to lie down. "Come on Grissom" she said, too perkily for 3 AM. He gave a sigh that told Sara he wasn't sure how he felt about this. "Oh don't worry, I don't bite!" She called down from a flight of steps. "Much." Heh, leave him thinking.