Grissom was sitting reading The Journal of Forensic Science when the silence he had been enjoying was rudely interrupted by Nick and Greg.

"What is your problem?" yelled Nick.

"What's yours?" shouted Greg.

"I don't get it," said Nick, lowering the tone of his voice. "I was talking to Bobby Dawson and now you're like this…"

"Exactly! Don't play innocent with me Mr. Stokes, I know all about Bobby Dawson."

"You two," shouted Grissom over the collective yelling of them both. "Shut up right now. Why don't you tell me what's happened."

"Way to ruin our fun," said Greg. "I was ready to break out in song."

"Every single day, I walk down the street I hear people say: 'Baby's so sweet!'" Nick began to sing. "Ever since puberty everybody stares at me, boys, girls I can't help it, baby. So be kind, and don't lose your mind just remember, that I'm your baby.

"Take me for what I am! Who I was meant to be! And if you give a damn, take me baby or leave me! Take me baby or leave me!

"A tiger in a cage can never see the sun. This diva needs her stage, baby, let's have fun! You are the one I choose, folks would kill to fill your shoes! You love the limelight too now, baby! So be mine, and don't waste my time Cryin', 'Oh honey bear are you still my, my, my baby?'"

"Don't you dare!" Greg shouted at Nick.

"Take me for what I am! Who I was meant to be! And, if you give a damn, Take me baby, or leave me!

"No way, can I be what I'm not! But hey, don't you want your girl hot? Don't fight, don't loose your head, 'cause every night who's in your bed? Who? Who's in your bed?"

Now speaking Nick said, "Kiss pookie…"

Greg picked up where Nick left off "It won't work! I look before I leap. I love margins and discipline. I make lists in my sleep, baby. What's my sin? Never quit. I follow through. I hate mess but I love you. What to do with my impromptu baby? So be wise, 'cause this girl satisfies, you got a prize, but don't compromise you're one lucky baby!!!

"STOP IT!" yelled Grissom. He immediately got Nick and Greg's attention. "Though I have a problem with you referring to yourself in the feminine throughout that song what I really want to know is what is going on?"

"It was a song designed for two women," shared Nick with a shrug. "Not all musical numbers are perfect when preformed in real life I do admit. But come on Gris, couldn't you let us at least finish the song?"

"Nick was blatantly flirting with Bobby Dawson!" said Greg.

"Was not!"

"Don't try to deny Nicky, I saw you. I saw the way you casually reached over to get the report from the bullets found at the scene. I saw you…"

"You're being ridiculous man! Next you'll be saying I was flirting with Hodges!"

"Now you mention it I did see you run your hand through that soft, shiny hair of yours after an encounter with Hodges. He say something nice to you maybe?"

"So Bobby…" Grissom began but he was cut off by Nick's fast response.

"Stop being so jealous Greg. Did that song we sing mean nothing to you?"

"It would have if Grissom hadn't cut us off halfway through. For something to be great it needs to have a musical number but we didn't get ours."

"You're right. Really this is all Grissom's fault for not letting us finish our song."

Grissom looked slightly scared. "What are you talking about? Be thankful I didn't let you finish the song. I've seen the movie and I know how that song ends. Didn't it end with "I'm gone!'?"

"Why have you seen the movie?" asked Nick. "It's not exactly a movie for a man to watch by himself…"

"Grissom's got himself a girlfriend!" said Greg.

"I knew it!" said Nick. "I had a conversation with Catherine to that extent just before you left on your sabbatical."

"Don't I get a say in this?" asked Grissom.

"So, who's the lucky girl?" asked Nick.

"Does Sara know?" asked Greg, concerned for her. The entire lab knew about the history that Grissom and Sara had shared since she had arrived at the lab. They were a little unsure what had happened before Sara turned up in Vegas but like every good crime lab, there were rumors.

Grissom looked at them both but before he could think of a cover story he was thankfully saved by Breasts and the Rock.

"Pillow fight," said Breasts, running down the hall complete with a pillow in hand.

"I'll get you Catherine!" said the Rock, also with a pillow.

Their yelling certainly got the attention of Nick and Greg and allowed Grissom to say, "this is why Warrick is the rock of my team," before he scurried out of the break room to the safety of his office.

Pillows magically appeared in the hands on Nick and Greg and they, being grown men who never said no to a pillow fight, joined in.

Soon the entire lab was engulfed in feathers, yelling could be heard from most. The mood was soon ruined.

"Just what do you think is going on here?" asked Ecklie in his booming voice that wasn't all that booming.

"Nothing sir," said Greg as he ducked a flying feather ball.

"Well I want it stopped right now."

"No can do Ecklie," said Mandy. "You see…" She proceeded into a long winded reason why they couldn't stop the pillow fight while Archie, Judy, and Bobby Dawson went in for the kill.

Mandy, Archie, Judy, and Bobby Dawson were all members of the underappreciated members of the Crime Lab and had bonded together. They had always wanted to make a fool of Ecklie and they didn't want this opportunity to get wasted.

As Mandy talked to Ecklie, Judy and Archie ripped open pillows and stood on a ladder that appeared out of no where. It was the role of Bobby Dawson to get down on his hands and knees behind Ecklie so, when the moment was right, Mandy could totally by accident push Ecklie over. Judy and Archie would then pour feathers over him. If only they had some tar…

"And that you see Sir is why we can't end this pillow fight." Mandy looked like she was about to walk off and on the way gentle bumped into Ecklie. It was a carefully calculated move that would hopefully carry enough force to propel Ecklie over Bobby Dawson.

Ecklie screamed on the way down.

"Ecklie," Breasts gasped, coming to a rest at his feet. "Are you all right? Is there something I can do to help? What was meant as a simple demonstration of how our victim died has now spiraled terribly out of control." Breasts bent down on her knees placing her chest awfully close to Ecklie's face.

Ecklie eyes glazed over, totally captivated by what was right in his face. If only he had a dollar for every time he had imagined this. "Fine…ah…I'm fine." Ecklie quickly got to his feet.

Breasts stood up and pulled her shirt down to expose some more cleavage. "Well like I said, sorry. Warrick and I were doing a reenactment of how our victim died then everyone seemed to get pillows and it largely got out of hand…"

Grissom had emerged from his office at this point and like everyone who worked at the Crime Lab had gathered in the hallway. "So the ballistics that Bobby Dawson has is effectively useless…?"

"Not at all Gil. We got a hit from the bullet so Brass is interviewing a suspect with Sofia now as we speak," said Breasts. "I've been teaching Sofia my moves so I think she'll get the guy to talk."

"Where's Sara?" asked Greg so he didn't have to sit through another innuendo filled conversation between the Rock and Breasts.

"Haven't seen her since the break room," admitted Grissom. "I think there was some plans involving Sofia that may or may not result in death but I can't be to sure. She did say she'd talk to me later so that's usually a good sign."

"She'll turn up," affirmed Nick just for the purpose of everyone who didn't get that from what Grissom said.

"Well back to work people," said Ecklie. "I don't pay you to stand around, not solving crimes."

"Nope," said Grissom. "That would be the role of Clarke County and the city of Las Vegas."

Ecklie shot him a glare, knowing that there was no way he could beat that comeback, before he went back to his office.