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"What if it's a boy?" Nick asked before he took his seat.

"You think it'll look like Grissom?" Catherine asked.

"Oh man, poor kid." Warrick laughed at the thought of a little Grissom look alike. "What if it's a girl?"

"Griss will be beating the boys back with a bug covered stick if she looks like Sara." Greg sighed.

"God, Greg, get over it. Sara is not going to start dating you."

"Hey, you don't know that!" Greg shouted.

"Uh, yeah, we kind of do. Notice the ring on her finger, baby in her belly and the guy whose arm she's on? Those things pretty much tell us that she's not going to date you…ever. Get over it and just be friends with her, you stalker."

"You don't have to say it like that." Greg slumped in his seat.

"Ah, it'll be okay, Greg." Sara said, smirking, as she joined the rest of them in the break room.

"I'll get over it eventually." He smiled.

"Where's Grissom?" Nick asked.

Sara gave Nick a look that said she couldn't care less about where Grissom was and took her seat.

"Something wrong, Sara?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You look…not mad, upset maybe."

"Nope. Great." She said, as Grissom finally made his way in.

"Sorry I'm so late. I had… things I was dealing with." He said, giving Sara a sharp look she seemed to ignore, but one that didn't go unnoticed by everyone else.

"Something wrong, Griss?"

"Nope. Great." He said simply.

Everyone else took their seats, and one by one, Grissom and the team got the rundown of how the cases were going.

Nick was first…

"It all seemed random at first, but everything played a part."

"Well, you'll need to explain it all to us. It certainly seems random to me. I mean…spoons, cake and cigarettes?" Grissom asked.

"No. You're simplifying it all." Nick said.

"Don't confuse us, Nick." Catherine chided.

"No kidding. You want help, then explain, please." Warrick said, as he handed Sara and Greg the pictures he was looking at.

"Sorry. Okay…the spoons were blue spoons. Not just plain blue spoons, but these were really great blue spoons."

"Magnificent things a hooker couldn't afford." Grissom proposed.

"Exactly. The gift giver is a suspect." Nick said.

"And the cake?" Sara asked.

Nick didn't answer immediately, since he was looking at Grissom. Every time Sara would reach for a photo, and especially when she spoke just then, Grissom would shoot her a not-so-loving look.

"Nick?" Sara asked.

"Uh…yeah?" he shook his head.

"Where you at, buddy?" Greg laughed.

"Nothing. Nowhere, I mean. The cake, uh, was a birthday cake. The vic didn't have a birthday for another five months, so it obviously wasn't hers. Over half of the cake was eaten and the date on the cake was the same as the day she died. I'm thinking party."

"Good list of witnesses." Sara said with a shrug.

"Duh." Grissom snorted.

That was definitely a conversation stopper.

No one spoke, no one moved. Well, they did move, technically. Blinking in disbelief counts as movement, right? Did Grissom really just tell a member of his team (we'll try and ignore the fact that he's engaged to this one) 'duh' when they had an idea? Ouch…

Greg, always able to be completely oblivious to the obvious tension in a room, spoke again first, "Cigarettes?"

"They, uh, weren't her brand?" Catherine asked as she read the file.

"Yeah. Those are the three most important things out of the 'random' items from the scene." Nick said.

"Great. You're obviously at a good point to go from." Grissom said. "Warrick, Greg, what is this…uh, unicorn thing?"

Sara laughed a bit.

Greg went to talk, but was cut off by Grissom. "Problem, Sara?"

She cleared her throat. "What?"

"You're laughing. Do you have something to say, something to add, perhaps?" his tone indicating he was not too happy.

"No, I'm good." She set her tone to match his.

The rest of the team exchanged odd looks before Grissom gave Greg the okay to continue.

"Victim was stabbed in the face with a horn." He said.

"After Greg finished making jokes about everyone at the convention being 'horny', we got started on interviews." Warrick said.

"And?"

"The horn, that was still in the vic's face, was neon rainbow-colored."

"With glitter and jewels."

"Sounds tacky." Sara said with a laugh, and was joined by all but Grissom.

"Sara, do you mind?" he snapped.

"Excuse me?"

"Someone is dead and you're making jokes and laughing."

"I'm not the only-" she started.

"Greg, Warrick, continue." Grissom said.

"Uh…the horn…isn't common." Warrick said slowly, as he was still in shock at Grissom's behavior towards Sara.

"Yeah…according to everyone interviewed, only three people at the convention had a horn like it."

"Brass after them?" Grissom asked.

"Sure is."

"Good then. Catherine…strippers." He sighed.

"Solved it." She said proudly.

"Already?" Sara and Greg asked in unison.

"Why are you doubting her, Sara?" Grissom asked.

Sara's jaw dropped. "What the-"

"It wasn't that hard of a case. Even you could have solved it this quickly." He said.

Everyone's jaws dropped at that.

"Just what in the hell is that supposed to mean?!" she yelled

"Maybe it means to zip it about how well everyone else does their jobs, and learn to concentrate on your own problems." He snapped back.

This last comment of Grissom's initiated a staring contest between him and Sara. The other four looked at each other in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, one of them knew what the hell was going on. Nope, not a clue…

Two minutes ticked by. Three minutes came and went. By minute four of the stare fest, Greg thought he was going to piss himself, Warrick though he was going to have to take up gambling again because the whole night was full of things too good not to bet on. Catherine, for once in her life, didn't know what to think, and Nick thought he was going to cry, since he was seated, rather awkwardly, between Grissom and Sara.

Thank God for Judy!

"Doctor Grissom, you have a message." She said, as she entered the room.

"Careful, Judy, you might do your job wrong around me." Sara said, never taking her eyes off of Grissom.

"Um…yeah, okay." Judy gave Grissom the message and got out of the room. She was never really comfortable being in any room with the entire team in it…that's usually when the really freaky experiments went down.

Grissom finally took his eyes off of Sara and read the message.

"What's it say?"

Grissom rolled his eyes. "Are you serious?"

"What?"

"Greg…a tooth?" Grissom asked in disbelief.

"My tooth? They found it?!"

"Greg, do you want your tooth back?"

Greg looked surprised. "What?"

"Message from the diner." Grissom waived the paper in his hand. "Apparently you got a tooth knocked out over a baby. You aren't allowed back in the diner, but, according to the phone call you made to them earlier in the day, you want the tooth back. That's gross, Greg."

"I want my tooth."

"They say I can go get it."

"Sweet!" Greg smiled. "I want it back, will you go get it for me?"

"Yes." He groaned. "What's all this business about the baby, though?"

All eyes went to Sara.

"Why is everyone looking at Sara?" Grissom asked.

"Just…"

"Cause…"

"The…"

"Um…"

"Tooth…"

Everyone took a shot a stuttering out a story…and all failed miserably. But, Grissom liked Greg's attempt the best.

"Tooth?" he asked Greg.

"Yes. It…um…you see, the thing about that is…that-"

"Greg!" Grissom yelled.

"Sorry."

"Just talk."

"We were at the diner and…" Greg paused to think of a good lie. "…Sara was playing with a baby there."

Grissom snorted at that. "Yeah, and I've got a tarantula that poops rainbows."

Greg started to yell at Grissom that that was his line, but Sara got to Grissom first.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"You may want kids, but you don't touch other people's kids." Grissom explained. "You aren't a people person."

"Just what is your problem today?"

"You know what it is, Sara."

The team sat back and watched the verbal tennis match begin.

"This is about last night, right?" she asked.

Greg's mouth managed to form a perfect 'O', despite the smirk on his cocky little face.

"Yes, last night."

"All I said was that the fiancée could have done it." She sighed.

"No. You said more than just that. You said it was because men are dumbasses and then you went on some big feminist trip, taking it out on me."

"I apologized to you for that."

"After you slapped me." Grissom said.

Now everyone's mouth formed a perfect 'O'. She hit him?!

"I can't believe you're bringing that up in front of everyone like this."

"I never accepted your apology, and I don't care to. I think everyone has a right to know how you handle your arguments, Sara."

She stood up quickly. "I'm done."

"What?" he asked.

"Just what I said. I'm done."

"Excuse me?"

"You're making a fool out of me in front of everyone."

"And you're not doing the same to me?"

"Like you really needed help, Grissom."

"You're not done with me yet." Grissom stood too. "Give me my ring back." He demanded.

Gasps filled the room. The end of Grissom and Sara? What the hell?!

Sara took the ring off of her finger and dropped it in his hand. "You're an ass." She hissed before she turned and walked out.

"I am so god damn glad we didn't get married." He sighed as he gathered his things. "Thank god we didn't actually have kids together. Could you just freaking imagine?" he asked rhetorically, and left the room as well.

Nick, Greg, Catherine and Warrick all sat still and silent for a good ten minutes before Nick finally blurted out "Told ya'll so."

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Two hours later, Grissom sat in the townhouse while Sara leaned back into him, her ring back on her finger, as she gave into another ketchup/poptart/peanut butter craving.

"So…think they fell for it?"

-gasp- Told you Grissom was getting devious.

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