Sara sprinted up two more flights of stairs, finally reaching the fourth floor. She found room number 421, and pushed open the door and looked around. She stood standing in the doorway for a few brief moments, then exhaustedly put down her evidence kit next to her. She always liked to have her kit with her, incase she needed it. There was one large bed facing a television, a desk to the left of the bed—closer to the door—and a couch by the window on the other side of the room.

Hmm, Grissom will probably want to sleep on the couch. She thought with disappointment. But then she remembered what she had in her kit. She quickly moved over to the other side of the room, and placed her kit on the couch. From inside it she withdrew two small containers with punctured lids, one with Vaseline lining the inside, one without. On both of their labels she wrote MUST BE KEPT STILL. She put these containers on the couch, hoping Grissom would read the labels, thinking it to be a controlled experiment of sorts, and decide not to sleep there. She knew Grissom wouldn't question why she was doing this experiment, because he himself was always doing quirky things like this. Hmm this still isn't going to work. decided Sara. Unless…I pretend to be asleep when he gets in here, leaving him no other option but to sleep on the bed! She hurriedly changed into one of the provided robes in the bathroom, and slipped under the covers of the bed, closer to the couch. She was careful to only take up a minimal amount of the bed, leaving more room for Grissom.

She could hear his footsteps coming down the hall. At once, like she had been an actress all her life, Sara pretended to fake sleep.

As she lay in the bed looking out the window, she could hear Grissom walking into the room. He started to say something, but after realizing Sara was asleep, he stopped and sighed. She heard him walk around toward her side of the bed—probably to go to the couch—so Sara immediately shut her eyes.

She cautiously opened one eye, and when she saw that Grissom crouched down near the couch, she decided to watch. He picked up her kit and moved it on the floor, and then read the labels on the containers, and sighed, stood up, and walked back around the other side of the bed. Sara blinked shut again; she hoped Grissom didn't see her watching. Luckily, if he did, he didn't say anything. Grissom went and changed into the other robe that was hanging in the bathroom. He flicked off the bathroom light, and she felt the bed move when he got in. The strange thing was, she could feel him breathing in her direction, which meant he was facing her. Sara thought for sure that he would face the other direction.

And there it was; her chance of opportunity. Sara pretending like she was sleep talking, and mumbled "Help..Help.." and reached her left arm out and placed it on top of Grissom. She could feel him stiffen up, but he didn't move. Maybe he...uh...likes this. Sara thought. She decided to try something a little more risky. "Grissom..I…Griss…" she mumbled again.

She could feel him chuckle, and then he replied "anything for you, Sara." Maybe he does think I am asleep. thought Sara.

If she took it one step farther, and made it look like she unconsciously turned his way, he might turn the other way. But she had a feeling that he wouldn't, so she slowly and sleepily picked up her pillow and turned to face Grissom, her eyes still shut. Sara, however, was one of those people that always showed a smile when they were pretending to sleep and someone was watching them. She used all her willpower she had, not to smile at the fact that she was sleeping in the same bed as Gil Grissom. She fell asleep shortly after that, remembering that tomorrow they still had a case to solve.

Meanwhile, Greg strode out of the hotel lobby in search of Catherine and Nick. He knew Grissom would kill him when they got back to Vegas, but until then he was gonna make the best of it. He foundthe bathrooms with no trouble at all, and just as he was about to go in an find Nick, Nick and Catherine both strode out of their respective bathrooms.

"Hey Greggo, which room do I get?" Catherine asked with a smile. When she saw that Greg was grinning from ear to ear, she didn't want to know what happened.

"Oh no, Greg, what did you do?" asked Nick.

"Lets just say I made things better for all of us" he answered ambiguously. He spent the next five minutes telling them what he did, and by the time he was finished, Catherine had a surprised and satisfied look on her face, while Nick hung his mouth open.

"Now wait a sec, it took me a long time to get those hotel reservations, and you changed them? And how come Cath gets to be with Warrick, and Grissom gets to be with Sara, and I get stuck with you? ----Oh god, Grissom is with Sara…. How did you manage that?" A smile crept over Nick's face.

"I have my ways" said Greg. "Oh, and Nick? There are two singles in our room; so don't worry."

Nick put on a fake smile, grabbed their room keys and went up to their room.

"Wait, Wait, Wait! Warrick and I have to share a bed?" Greg could tell Catherine was trying hard to look angry, but he could see her holding back a smile.

" 'night Cath" Greg said and waved to her as he walked up the stairs.

To Be Continued