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Hours later, Sara's head still throbbed as she slowly processed the B&E evidence. It was an open-and-closed case, but they still had to do the legwork. It was obviously the victim's neighbour - hell, the guy still had the stolen TV in his back room when the LEO's arrived.

Sighing, she labelled the evidence bag and pinched the bridge of her nose.

She knew that Grissom knew. Well, at least she knew he thought she'd been drinking. He didn't know she wasn't alone. Bless him, Greg had seemed equally hungover when she went to ask him about running the blood from a smashed mirror. He however wasn't being watched by Grissom 24/7.

It wasn't really that Grissom was doing anything, but simply his presence and constant observation was more than enough to make her feel uneasy.

Admittedly, some of it was in a good way.

Occasionally, when he'd accidentally stand too close, or brush against her, and she could feel his heat sending tingles down her spine.

No, Sara chastised herself, thinking shit like that is NOT going to help you move on... you know where you stand, and even if he did feel the same, this is not the time or place...

Greg ran Warricks 10th DNA sample as his phone buzzed in his jeans pocket. The young scientist rubbed the bridge of his nose as he read the text.

"Hey Greggo, hope your heads aren't hurting too bad! Just wondering if you & Sara want to come over for a bit when you finish up tonight. Say hi to her from me, Zav x" Greg may have smiled, but his liver certainly didn't. He knew there'd be alcohol involved if he went over. There always was with Zavvi. At least it was only alcohol now. Back in New York... well, calling them illegal substances was a bit strong, but in the eyes of the law... not that he'd ever have touched the stuff.

A quick page to Sara and moments later she was through the door, Grissom hovering over her like a shadow.

"Greggovski... What ya got for me??"

"Hey Sar, I ermm got your DNA from the smashed mirror. It's a match." He pulled the emerging piece of paper from the printer and smiled.

"Great, this should be enough to secure a case to the DA, cheers Greggo."

Grissom wavered there, watching the conversation between the two friends, jealous but also content to see them both so happy. When did life becom so complicated??

"Sara," Greg dragged out the vowels with a smirk on his lips. "I just got a text from your good friend Zavvi, wanting to know if we fancy going over for a drink later. You up for it?"

Greg's eyebrows danced, as Sara looked caughted in the headlights. Maybe a little too much emphasis on "good friend"?

"Err, yeah sure, if you want. Not sure what time I finish though, paperwork and stuff y'know"

"Sure. I'll just text her back..." Grissom coughed, and wrinkled his brow. "... when I'm on break."

Sara laughed and picked up the papers before heading back to her office, leaving Grissom looking lost and a trifle confused, stood alone in the busy hallway.

"The next left... I think," Greg looked at the scrappy, hand-drawn map, as Sara sighed.

"Look, Greg, do you actually have any idea where we are?"

There was a moments pause.

"No."

Sara looked over, to see Gregs wide brown eyes. She couldn't help it. She laughed.

They were completely fucked. Lost in Vegas - hell, not even the tourists got lost in Vegas.

"Is it just me, or do you recognise that bar on the corner?" Sara frowned, desperately trying to recall buildings from the trip home this morning, however Zavvi's driving had left much to aspire. God knows where she learnt to drive because taking T-Junctions at 50mph was definitely not part of Sara's driving test.

"I - I think so... it's the next road on the right. Yeah - that's it!" Greg pointed at the neat block of apartments, with the sleek, black, obviously-goverment-issue saloon car parked hap-hazardly outside, next to a overspilling box of empty bottles.

Yep, they'd definitely found it.

Zavvi pushed open the clean, white door as Greg & Sara stood there waiting.

"Hey guys. Good day at work?" she smirked. They groaned simultaneously.

"I hate DNA..." Greg muttered.

"Well at least you didn't have Grissom on your trail all day, like the ethanol-sniffer dog parade."

Zavvi laughed at the enthusiastic response. "Sucks to be CSI"

"That's a good point..." Sara paused. "Do you ever even GO to work? I mean, your head must be throbbing after last night... hell you drunk both me AND Greg under the table, how are you still walking?!" a smile spread across her lightly tanned face.

"Ahhh, Miss Sidle... What you don't understand is that us English folk, differ slightly to you. Where you have the problem of too much alcohol in your blood system, I have the problem of too much blood in my alcohol system. Therefore I function perfectly well even under the most extreme circumstances. Besides while you and Greggo were passed out in my bed, I was busy and working, and continued all day."

Sara frowned slightly. "How could you have been working... I mean, yeah, you weren't as wasted as us, but there's no way in HELL could you've functioned enough to work. Besides, what could you have done, whilst you weren't at the office?"

Zavvi smiled mysteriously. "I rarely go to the office at the minute. Hence the band - I need something to keep me entertained. But I have everything I need here."

Sara opened her mouth, about to question further, but was shocked into silence by Zavvi's slender index finger, pressed vertically across her lips. The urge to lick the digit & pull it into her mouth was incredible. "No more questions for tonight. Now, get your coats off & I'll get you both a drink, yeah?"

Ooooohhhhh... looky here now, it looks like it might become a taste of femmeslash, but I really want to finish with GSR. Meh, I reckon a bit of lesbianism will spice it all up a bit :)

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