Sara ambled up to the front desk and dropped an armload of paperwork on top. "Any messages for me Katie?"
The bubbly blond receptionist looked up and smiled widely. "Just two."
Her eyes drifted to a point over Sara's shoulder as she handed over the two slips of paper. "Hi Dr. Grissom. How was New York?"
Sara turned to find her boss shuffling down the hall with a convention bag in one hand and a cup of coffee clutched in the other, the jetlag evident.
"Cold," was his succinct reply.
"And the entomology convention?" Katie asked.
He opened his mouth to give a long, drawn out account of the whole experience, but when he saw how tired Sara was he kept it to, "Very interesting."
Sara sighed and leaned against the counter. "Thank God you're here. Ecklie's making us review past cases for indiscretions and stuff like that."
"Voting season's starting soon, isn't it."
"Gee, how'd you guess?" Sara intoned sarcastically.
Grissom smiled benignly. "The evidence was irrefutable."
A giggle from the other side of the reception desk cut their banter short. The both turned to look at Katie.
"Sorry. You two are just too cute together."
Sara groaned and rolled her eyes and Grissom simply raised an eyebrow at the young blond.
Before any further comments could be made Sara gathered up her paperwork and gestured towards a hallway with her chin. "Come on. Walk with me and I'll catch you up with what's been going on."
They strolled down the hall side by side, Grissom intent on his coffee while Sara started rattling off all the latest happenings at the lab. Katie giggled again. They really were just too cute together.
Grissom and Sara turned the corner towards the morgue and she suddenly became silent as she looked up and down the hall.
"Sara, is something wrong?"
She grabbed his hand and hauled him into the autopsy room with a jerk.
"Ack!"
Sara closed the door behind her and dropped her paperwork on a nearby countertop before turning back to Grissom.
"Sara?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted and longing-filled kiss squarely on his astonished mouth. It took him less than a millisecond to respond with equal feeling and he wrapped his arms around her, his grip loosening perilously around his coffee.
"You know David, I thought I'd seen everything. But I can guarantee I've never seen that."
Grissom and Sara were so engaged in their lip-lock that they started and jumped forcefully apart and Grissom's coffee hit the floor.
Doc Robbins stood across the room from them, a cheeky grin on his face. David Phillips was in front of the back door, his jaw on the floor. Grissom's eyes got wide and Sara's face flushed a bright red that she tried to hide in her clammy hands.
David blinked a few times and shook his head. "I don't think I got enough sleep last night, Doc. I do believe I'm hallucinating. I'm going to go back home and to bed."
He slowly turned and headed back out the door. Doc Robbins suddenly let out a whoop of a man half his age, jumped in the air and promptly fell on his ass.
A crutch shot up over the edge of an autopsy table to reassure them. "I'm okay!"
Sara let out a snort trying to hold in her laughter as she watched Robbins haul himself back up. "I told Sophia you weren't gay."
She broke into full out giggles and Grissom let out a sigh. "My life is so weird."