Five CSIs lounged on various pieces of furniture in Grissom's living room, forming an uneven circle around the coffee table.
Warrick leaned forward to pick up one of many case folders spread out on the table when something caught his eye. "Hey, Catherine? What's that under your leg?"
Catherine looked down. "That's called a cushion, Warrick. An accessory that's common to the everyday couch."
"No, there's something under the cushion," Warrick pointed out, ignoring her mocking tone. "What is that? Black lace?"
"Pull it out," Nick instructed, also curious to see what the hidden item was.
Shifting her weight to one side, Catherine leaned over and pulled on the mystery object.
A loud chorus of gasps filled the room as she held up the item in question.
"Crap!" Sara hissed into Grissom's ear. "I knew I left that here somewhere!"
"Let me guess," Warrick ventured sarcastically. "Sara's been 'doing laundry' over here again?"
Seeing that particular lacy item again brought some fond memories to Grissom's mind. He couldn't help a small grin as he ignored Warrick's question.
"Gil," Catherine began, trying very hard not to gag. "Please tell me this isn't yours?"
At Catherine's insinuation, the grin left Grissom's face and he gaped at her in disgust. "Of course not!"
Her cheeks quite pink with embarrassment, Sara hesitantly stepped forward to claim the lacy black bra. "...it's mine..."
"Well, I guess you could say the cat's out of the bag now," Nick remarked with a smug grin. "Or in this case, the lingerie's out of the couch."
