So...I made a little progress on those stories that haven't been worked on in, like, months. Only about 4 lines in them now, but it's progress, people!

Kakidoll is in a kind of 'am I dying/am I alive?' state right now, so I thank my good 'ol pal TDCSI for going over this chapter for me.

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Sara rolled her eyes and let out a big sigh. "Not even cool, you guys."

"What? You're the two that stood outside instead of grabbing rooms when Griss said to. Not our fault. Besides…we kinda figured you'd like to be in the room right next to him."

"I hate all of you. A lot."

"Why? What's going on?" Grissom asked as he made his way down the hall of rooms.

"Sara is mad because she has to share a bathroom with you since your rooms connect." Catherine didn't even try to hide the grin on her face as she answered him.

Grissom's face went a little pink at the thought of sharing an intimate setting with Sara. (To him, it was intimate. The yacht might be friggin' huge…but the bathroom he was to be sharing was friggin' small. ) "I, uh, it's…fine. It'll be fine, I'm sure."

Sara muttered something about quite possibly torching the ship and threw her bags on to her bed. "This...this is crap." She said and shut her door behind her.

"Well, Sara's pissed."

"Good call, jackass."

"Look, she'll get over it soon enough," Catherine said as she and Grissom made their way up to the deck to take in the view.

"You think you could…switch rooms with me, Cath?" He asked in a pleading tone.

"Hell no!" she said incredulously. "Look, helping you out has never been a problem till now, but did you see the room I snagged up? You're on your own with her, Gil. Sorry."

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"No."

"Please? Warrick…you owe me one anyways. Actually, you owe me about seven, but that's not my point. Look, if you switch with me, then you'll be able to see out the porthole. I got the good view out of mine." She bargained.

"First, the only reason I owe you is because of a technicality. There is no way any of us could have known Ecklie was going to walk in the room right then. Second, did you see the room I got? It's right across from Catherine's. I got the best view on the boat." He smiled and walked away.

"Dick." Sara muttered as she went in search of Nick.

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Nick's never ceasing laugh at her question made her turn to Greg for help.

"Greg, you know better than anyone how much I can't stand that man right now. I never ask you for anything."

"Bogus. Yesterday you asked me to get you a sandwich from the break room. The day before that, you asked me to sign in all of our evidence so you could pee. Just last week you made me stop at-"

"I get it! Neither of you are going to help me out?"

"No. You and Grissom need to get over your problems you've got going right now and just deal with the way the rooms are. It's not like it can be that bad. Just make a schedule for which of you gets the bathroom and when. Simple."

"I hate you both. No one else has to share a bathroom and we're all the way at the end of the hall. He better not snore..." She stomped off, finishing the rest of her sentence under her breath.

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"So…I guess…this is how it's going to be?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah." She sighed.

"Are you okay with the room you got? You could have mine if you wanted." He offered.

"I've already learned to be fine with the way things are, Grissom," she said and went to join the others on deck.

Grissom sighed. He knew what she'd seen and had done nothing but regret it ever since.

They were both very bright, very beautiful women that he cared about…it's just that he cared about one a hell of a lot more than the other.

He wanted nothing to do with Sofia romantically, but she never seemed to get that hint…even after her clearly told her that after a certain dinner that convinced her to stay.

He mentally told himself that if there was only one thing he accomplished with his time on the yacht that it would be telling Sara that he wanted her, not Sofia.

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He went up to meet with the rest of the group to go over some things on a list Ecklie left to make sure no one was maimed, killed…or maimed or killed anyone else.

"No eating peanut butter on this yacht or we will be in serious crap with Ecklie," he started, "no sex in the champagne room…whatever that means. No parties on this yacht. There are plenty of them around you, go pester and get trashed with someone else. The employed will quickly become the unemployed if there are any fires on this yacht."

"Jesus, Griss…he must think you're a party animal or something." Greg laughed.

"No, he just knows that I invited Catherine to come along with me." Grissom explained.

That didn't hit Sara well. He had invited Catherine to stay a few days with him alone on a yacht? She'd never noticed before that he and Catherine had a thing. What the hell was this all about?

"Everyone get it? No fires, no alcohol, no sex, no peanut butter." Grissom repeated.

"What if they're all together?" Nick joked.

"Nice. That just earned you the right to cook for everyone tonight. This thing was only stocked with enough food to last me and Catherine, but since there are way more of us, someone needs to go shopping. I have the money, so who's going with?" Grissom replied.

"Not it!" came from everyone but Catherine.

"Well, Cath, it looks like you going with me." Grissom laughed.

"Hell no. She'll end up buying chick food. Take Sara," Warrick said.

"Why wouldn't I get chick food?" Sara asked, obviously offended.

"Because…you're Sara."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You are not like Catherine at all. You're more like one of the guys. It's not an insult, Sara."

"That's crap. Someone else can go." She said, not really wanting to be in a car with Grissom.

"Sara, its not really a big deal. Lets just go get some food before the stores close." Grissom said, really wanting to be in a car with Sara.

Sara sighed and walked off towards the car, followed by Grissom.

"So…you think they'll figure out we made sure their rooms were together?" Catherine asked.

"Nah. Sara's too pissed at him and he's in too much shock from the thought of it." Warrick laughed.

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About 10 minutes into the trip, Sara still hadn't said anything to Grissom and he was taking that, correctly, as a bad sign.

He decided that straight up telling her that Sofia was out of her gourd for thinking that she had a chance with him probably wasn't a good idea…so he tried easing it into the conversation.

"I'm not screwing Sofia."

So much for easing it in…

"Excuse me?" Sara asked. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"Sara, I know what you saw at the lab the other day, but I am telling you right now that there is nothing going on between Sofia and myself. Nothing romantic at all."

"And why do you feel the sudden need to inform me about this? Shouldn't you be telling her?"

"I have…on more than one damned occasion. I think she likes to make you jealous, actually."

Sara scoffed and asked, "why the hell would it make me jealous to see you with her?"

"Well…because…well, you and I-"

"We're here." Sara pointed out the store; cutting off Grissom's best attempt so far at telling her what was up.

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"…and Nick wants some of these." She said, dropping what Grissom assumed to be the world's largest bag of gummy worms into the cart. "Greg wants some root beer for when they aren't drinking actual beer. Warrick…" she faded out as she continued on shopping.

Grissom hadn't really said anything while they'd been in the store. He had been spending his time watching Sara. Watching her movements, like her bending and reaching for things. Good freaking Lord…

"Grissom?" she asked.

Great. She'd been talking to him and he'd been zoning out on her ass. That was really just great. "Yeah, Sara?"

"I asked if there was anything special you wanted while we were here. We got everything we needed and what everyone else wanted," she said and pointed at the nearly overflowing cart.

"Uh…do you know if they have any limes?"

She raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "Seriously, Grissom?"

"Yeah. I like limes," he answered with a shrug.

"There's a big 'ol bag in the cart already. They all like them with their beers. Anything else you missed while you were staring at me?"

His eyes went wide.

"Is there anything else you would like while we're here?" she asked very slowly with a knowing smirk on her face.

"I…there's, if…I-"

"I got some almonds. I like to eat them while I read. Do you like nuts?" she tried helping him out. No matter how much she just wanted to push him over the side of the yacht, he was still damned adorable when he stuttered like he was.

"Uh, nuts? Yeah. I…I like them."

"Well?"

"What?" He looked confused.

"Do you want to get some? Would you like something else?"

"I like almonds too, but mostly pecans," he said.

"I like them too. Go get some and we can switch if you want. I'll be at the register."

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If the ride to the store had been awkward, then there were positively no words to describe the situation on the way back the yacht.

He had been watching her. Staring at her, really…and she had caught him.

But she didn't seem pissed about it. Of course, she didn't seem like she was yhe happiest person about it…but she obviously was not pissed about it.

Just what the hell did that mean?

Ha...nuts. The next chapter is a really angsty SOB, so watch out.

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