"Nick, first of all, if you keep calling this 'Project Anisha' don't you
think they're going to figure out that something's up?" Sara rested her
elbows on Nick's counter as she watched him cook something he kept
referring to as a fritata. She didn't have the heart to tell him that what
he was making was essentially a giant omelet, not a real fritata.
"Ok, you may have a point, but what would you suggest? If we call it 'Project Greg' he's really going to know something's up." Nick replied adding a few more ingredients.
"You'd better not be putting meat in that thing if you expect me to eat it." Sara interjected.
He glanced back at her with a grin. "Sara, Sara, Sara. You have so little faith in me. Don't worry, this is one vegetarian friendly fritata."
Sara had to stifle her laugh at the mention of the word fritata again. She had learned a thing or two about food from growing up in a bed and breakfast. "All I'm saying is that you might try being a little more subtle, that's all."
"Ok, how about 'Project Matchmaker'?" Nick suggested.
Sara chortled. "Let me just call you Captain Obvious."
Nick turned his head toward her. "Ok, Smarty Pants, what would you suggest?"
Sara raised an eyebrow and smirked. "That's Ms. Smarty Pants to you."
"Fine." He smirked in return. "Ms. Smarty Pants, what would you suggest?"
"We could go with the catchy title from the article I was reading earlier." Amusement flitted across her face.
Nick started laughing. "Ok, even if I could remember the title, that would be a sure fire way to get people to pay attention to what you're saying around the lab, otherwise I'd say it's a great idea, most people would be asleep before you could finish it."
"Hey, I know." Sara looked almost smug.
Nick raised a curious eyebrow. "What?"
She grinned. "How about 'Operation Blue Hawaiian'? Greg will just assume we're after his coffee."
Nick chuckled. "I like how you think."
"How's that coming?" Sara glanced over at the stove where Nick was still working on his culinary creation.
"Almost done. I'll just get the plates and we can eat." Nick announced.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Greggo." Sara smiled at Greg as she sauntered into the DNA lab.
Greg grinned at her widely. "What can I do for the lovely Sara Sidle today?"
She had to chuckle to herself as she handed some samples over to him. "I need to get these processed as soon as possible."
Greg let out a characteristic sigh. "Well, Grissom's got something in ahead of you and he said it was pretty important."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him and spoke in a conspiratorial tone of voice. "Everything with Grissom is important."
Greg smiled. "That's true, but he is also the boss."
Sara flashed him a wry smile.
"So, Sara, got any plans after work?" Greg grinned at her in his typical fashion.
"Yeah, I'm busy." Sara hoped this plan of Nick's worked. It wasn't that she didn't think Greg was a nice guy, he was, he just wasn't her type and quite frankly, after three years she was tired of him asking her out. Sara gestured toward the door. "Did you meet the new girl in Trace yet?"
A retrained smile spread across Greg's face. "Yeah."
"What was her name? Alesha? Allison?" Sara queried nonchalantly.
"Anisha." Greg couldn't keep his smile out of the tone of his voice.
Sara chuckled. "Ah, Anisha. That's right. Is she's nice?"
Greg cleared his throat. "Well it appears that Nick thinks so. He keeps going in there, I bet that he asks her out by the end of the week."
"Well his case does have a lot of trace materials to process." Sara explained.
"Of course, I've been in here so I haven't had the chance to dazzle her with my personality." Greg grinned.
"Can you page me when those samples are done being processed?" Sara queried him as she moved toward the hallway.
"Sure thing." Greg grinned.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Did you ever get the coffee out of your shirt?" Nick queried Sara as they stowed their gear in their lockers at the end of shift.
At the memory of the ruined blouse, Sara frowned. "No, and that damn thing cost far too much for the amount of fabric involved."
Nick chuckled. "Would you let me have a go at it?"
Sara looked at him curiously. "What exactly do you plan on doing with it?"
Nick raised an eyebrow in challenge. "I'll have you know, Ms. Smarty Pants, that my mother taught me a thing or two about getting stains out of my clothes. The last thing she wanted to do was to spend her evenings doing laundry for seven kids after spending all day in court."
"Your mom is a district attorney and she managed to have seven kids?" Sara looked at him incredulously.
"And kept us clean too." He grinned in amusement. "She's pretty amazing."
"I should say so. I think she's my new hero. I can't even imagine how Catherine does it with one." Sara shook her head in wonder. She reached into her locker and pulled out the blouse she'd shoved in there the previous day and tossed it at Nick. "Here you go. Have fun."
"Whoa, Nicky, so now you've got women throwing their clothes at you." Catherine walked into the locker room with an amused expression on her face.
Nick held up Sara's coffee stained blouse in front of him. "What do you think?"
Catherine wrinkled her brow. "Not really your color." She turned her attention to Sara with a curious expression. "Isn't that the blouse you bought when we went shopping the other day?"
Sara nodded, letting out a breath of frustration. "Yes, but someone scared the shit out of me and made me spill coffee all over myself the first time I wore it." She shot Nick a glare.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nick and Sara were seated at the diner near the lab eating breakfast and talking over the first part of their plan which they had put in motion at the beginning of shift.
"So Greg thinks you're interested in Anisha." Sara smirked. "He says you've been camping out in the Trace lab."
Nick chuckled. "Good, he needs to feel a little threatened. You said you think he's definitely interested right?"
She nodded. "Oh, yeah, but he's pretty sure you're going to be asking her out by the end of the week."
Nick just shook his head. "Even if I was interested in her, she's not remotely interested in me. She seems to have a thing for guys just like Greg."
Sara chuckled. "It appears that our reconnaissance mission was successful."
Nick leaned toward Sara and whispered in a conspiratorial tone. "Ok, now we just need to put the rest of our plan in play."
Sara raised an eyebrow. "This had better work."
Nick chuckled and grinned at her. "Trust me."
"Ok, you may have a point, but what would you suggest? If we call it 'Project Greg' he's really going to know something's up." Nick replied adding a few more ingredients.
"You'd better not be putting meat in that thing if you expect me to eat it." Sara interjected.
He glanced back at her with a grin. "Sara, Sara, Sara. You have so little faith in me. Don't worry, this is one vegetarian friendly fritata."
Sara had to stifle her laugh at the mention of the word fritata again. She had learned a thing or two about food from growing up in a bed and breakfast. "All I'm saying is that you might try being a little more subtle, that's all."
"Ok, how about 'Project Matchmaker'?" Nick suggested.
Sara chortled. "Let me just call you Captain Obvious."
Nick turned his head toward her. "Ok, Smarty Pants, what would you suggest?"
Sara raised an eyebrow and smirked. "That's Ms. Smarty Pants to you."
"Fine." He smirked in return. "Ms. Smarty Pants, what would you suggest?"
"We could go with the catchy title from the article I was reading earlier." Amusement flitted across her face.
Nick started laughing. "Ok, even if I could remember the title, that would be a sure fire way to get people to pay attention to what you're saying around the lab, otherwise I'd say it's a great idea, most people would be asleep before you could finish it."
"Hey, I know." Sara looked almost smug.
Nick raised a curious eyebrow. "What?"
She grinned. "How about 'Operation Blue Hawaiian'? Greg will just assume we're after his coffee."
Nick chuckled. "I like how you think."
"How's that coming?" Sara glanced over at the stove where Nick was still working on his culinary creation.
"Almost done. I'll just get the plates and we can eat." Nick announced.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Greggo." Sara smiled at Greg as she sauntered into the DNA lab.
Greg grinned at her widely. "What can I do for the lovely Sara Sidle today?"
She had to chuckle to herself as she handed some samples over to him. "I need to get these processed as soon as possible."
Greg let out a characteristic sigh. "Well, Grissom's got something in ahead of you and he said it was pretty important."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him and spoke in a conspiratorial tone of voice. "Everything with Grissom is important."
Greg smiled. "That's true, but he is also the boss."
Sara flashed him a wry smile.
"So, Sara, got any plans after work?" Greg grinned at her in his typical fashion.
"Yeah, I'm busy." Sara hoped this plan of Nick's worked. It wasn't that she didn't think Greg was a nice guy, he was, he just wasn't her type and quite frankly, after three years she was tired of him asking her out. Sara gestured toward the door. "Did you meet the new girl in Trace yet?"
A retrained smile spread across Greg's face. "Yeah."
"What was her name? Alesha? Allison?" Sara queried nonchalantly.
"Anisha." Greg couldn't keep his smile out of the tone of his voice.
Sara chuckled. "Ah, Anisha. That's right. Is she's nice?"
Greg cleared his throat. "Well it appears that Nick thinks so. He keeps going in there, I bet that he asks her out by the end of the week."
"Well his case does have a lot of trace materials to process." Sara explained.
"Of course, I've been in here so I haven't had the chance to dazzle her with my personality." Greg grinned.
"Can you page me when those samples are done being processed?" Sara queried him as she moved toward the hallway.
"Sure thing." Greg grinned.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Did you ever get the coffee out of your shirt?" Nick queried Sara as they stowed their gear in their lockers at the end of shift.
At the memory of the ruined blouse, Sara frowned. "No, and that damn thing cost far too much for the amount of fabric involved."
Nick chuckled. "Would you let me have a go at it?"
Sara looked at him curiously. "What exactly do you plan on doing with it?"
Nick raised an eyebrow in challenge. "I'll have you know, Ms. Smarty Pants, that my mother taught me a thing or two about getting stains out of my clothes. The last thing she wanted to do was to spend her evenings doing laundry for seven kids after spending all day in court."
"Your mom is a district attorney and she managed to have seven kids?" Sara looked at him incredulously.
"And kept us clean too." He grinned in amusement. "She's pretty amazing."
"I should say so. I think she's my new hero. I can't even imagine how Catherine does it with one." Sara shook her head in wonder. She reached into her locker and pulled out the blouse she'd shoved in there the previous day and tossed it at Nick. "Here you go. Have fun."
"Whoa, Nicky, so now you've got women throwing their clothes at you." Catherine walked into the locker room with an amused expression on her face.
Nick held up Sara's coffee stained blouse in front of him. "What do you think?"
Catherine wrinkled her brow. "Not really your color." She turned her attention to Sara with a curious expression. "Isn't that the blouse you bought when we went shopping the other day?"
Sara nodded, letting out a breath of frustration. "Yes, but someone scared the shit out of me and made me spill coffee all over myself the first time I wore it." She shot Nick a glare.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nick and Sara were seated at the diner near the lab eating breakfast and talking over the first part of their plan which they had put in motion at the beginning of shift.
"So Greg thinks you're interested in Anisha." Sara smirked. "He says you've been camping out in the Trace lab."
Nick chuckled. "Good, he needs to feel a little threatened. You said you think he's definitely interested right?"
She nodded. "Oh, yeah, but he's pretty sure you're going to be asking her out by the end of the week."
Nick just shook his head. "Even if I was interested in her, she's not remotely interested in me. She seems to have a thing for guys just like Greg."
Sara chuckled. "It appears that our reconnaissance mission was successful."
Nick leaned toward Sara and whispered in a conspiratorial tone. "Ok, now we just need to put the rest of our plan in play."
Sara raised an eyebrow. "This had better work."
Nick chuckled and grinned at her. "Trust me."
