Chapter 4

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"Are you sure about this?"

Grissom looks at me with all seriousness. "Absolutely. I insist."

He's got to be joking. If he only knew...

If ever, I don't want to be blamed in the long run.

"Well, if you insist. Okay then. But remember I tried to get out of it."

He folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. "And what do you mean by that?"

"Ummm. If anything happens to me it's your head."

"Sara, trust me. You're in good hands with Catherine."

"Just had to be sure, Gris." I know she will be in good hands if the oppurtunity ever arose.

And why the hell am I considering this?


Greg is hunched infront of a microscope. I push the door of the lab open. He looks up and back to the microscope.

"Greg? I'm sorry."

Nothing. I know he's trying to ignore me. I take a step closer.

"Greg, come on. I'm sorry."

"You're a figment of my imagination. Therefore you're not here."

"Come on, Greg. I had to think of something to say."

"There's a buzzing noise in the room. Go away, noise."

"She's the one who asked if you're up to your tricks again not me."

"It was escapades. And you could've said 'no'. Now my reputation is ruined."

"Greg, everyone knows you're 'da man'. And it's Catherine where talking about. Hell, most likely even the best can't get it on with Catherine because they're so freaking intimidated by her."

"You think so?"

"With her, yes, it's a big possibility."

"So you agree with me she's..."

I start rambling off. "She's scary, intimidating, irritating, obsessive, so damn hot and sexy, obnoxious, hateful, spiteful, arrogant, always has to be right, blunt, will degrade you infront of ..."

Greg looks up with a mischievious grin.

"Why are you smiling like that, Greg?" I'm very suspicious now.

"Nothing." His evil grin still intact.

"Greg? What is it?" I take another step closer.

"Nothin', honey." Damn. He knows something. I look around the lab.

"Am I being recorded, like what you did to Nick and his snoring?"

"Noooo. But I wish I did." He stands straight up.

"Gregory Sanders. Spill it out or I will use the intercome and blab to everyone what hapened a month ago."

"You promised you wouldn't tell and if you do that I will do the same." His smile is wider now. Any more it would cut his face in two.

"Do what?" I'm begining to hate him now.

"That you also have it for Catherine."

"What?" I could feel the rush of blood creeping up my body.

"Oh, yeah. I will have excellent dreams of this now."

My knuckles are white from gripping the side of the table. "What are you talking about, Gregory?"

He takes a step closer and whispers, "you said Catherine was so damn hot and sexy."

"I did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"You did, too. You want to hear it again?"

I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. I'm not a black belt for nothing.

"AWW!!! Sara!!! You're hurting me!!! Leggo!!!"

"Am I being recorded?"

"Awww!!! NO!!! Leggo!!!"

I whisper in his ear. "Did I say that?"

"My arm!!! YES, YOU DID!!! My arm!!!"

"What did I say exactly?"

"YOU SAID SHE WAS SO DAMN HOT AND SEXY! LEGGO MY ARM!!!"

Warrick walks in. "Ah, foreplay. What am I missing? You two want to be alone or should I call Nick and we start selling tickets? I vote Sara anyway."

I let go. He backs up and rubs his shoulder. "Hell, Sara, what's gotten into you?"

"I didn't say that. Did I? Really?"

Warrick steps up. "Sara said what now?"

"You did say it, Sara." Greg continues to rub his shoulder. "Imagine YOU having sex with..."

"GREG!!"

"What am I missing? What did Sara say? Sara's having sex with who now?" Warrick looks at Greg then at me.

"Warrick, you're like an old wife gossiper." I rolled my eyes up at him.

Warrick clasps his hands together and begs. "Sara, this is something hot. Come on, what's up? Let me in."

Greg massaging his arm, murmurs from the corner. "You're certainly not the one she want to let in."

I shot him an evil look, "Greg!"

"You're safe." Greg looks at me and winks. He moves both arms in a circular motion. "Ahhh.. that feels better now."

"How about if I twist your arm, too?" Warrick raises an eyebrow at Greg.

"Kinky, man. But I'm not into that."

"Ewww, man!" Warrick taks a step back.

I look at Greg and he smiles at me assuringly. I know I'm safe. Greg may be a lot of things but he's a good friend.

Warick raises both arms in the air. "Okay, I know when I'm beat. You still in for the batting cages after work, Greg?"

"Yeah, Nick said he's coming, too."

"Cool. Meet you after shift. See you later, Sara." He smiles and heads towards the glass door.

"Oh, Sara," Warricks turns around, "beware of the cat whose on the prowl tonight!" He closes the glass door laughing.

Great. I'm in deep trouble. Why did I agree? Is she really that terrible that everyone now thinks I'll be dead by morning?

I sit on the nearest stool.

Greg pulls another stool sits next to me. "Aside from beautiful and attractive, Catherine really is hot and sexy, you know."

I don't look up. I don't say anything.

"That's why you agreed, huh. You want to know. Technically speaking? The 'Wild Cat' will kill you first. But you've got a degree in black belt so it'll be a toss. Man, I'd love to see that." He smiles at me and I could'nt help but smile back.

" You got a thing for her. Does Grissom know?" Okay, he's the only person who know about me and Grissom.

"Greg..."

He picks up my hand. "You have to tell him, you know."

"It's probably just a crush. It'll go away. No one has to know."

We sit there quietly for a couple of seconds more. Then he asks, "but if it isn't?"

"Still. No one should know."

"No one should know what?"

Greg lets go of my hand and both of us snap our necks 180 degrees around to the voice by the doorway.

Damn it. How much trouble can I get into in one night?


Guess... a little cliffie. Reviews would be cool...