Due to some majorly bogus weather all this last week, I never got to go running while I was home, so I just sat inside all day, listening to music that my parents abhor, and writing. That's why you're getting a chapter that you weren't supposed to get. Lucky I love ya.

Kim, as always, you rock for the speedy beta. I'll stop sending things to you at 5 am eventually. Pau, remember that line you gave me around…IDK, chapter one or so? Yup, finally used it and I love it. Thanks! Trudy…I don't even know what to say to you, other than…you kick a lot of ass and I better get a good b-day present. Madame Tipsy is not to blame.

As for the rest of you…I was in a wicked rush to get out of here and go home that I may have skipped over some reviews. I like responding to them, so if I skipped yours, be a doll and let me know. Speaking of the reviews…at this rate, its looks like we're just gonna bitch slap 200 and keep on keepin' on. And that is why I love you all.

"Did you print any of it?"

"No, I figured all the evidence would print and run itself for me, Cath."

"If you're going to be a smart ass, Nick, you can forget about the help. I could be working my old cases instead, you know."

"Sorry. Yes, everything has been printed. Forty three partials and two winners."

She rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. The good ones came from that damn spoon?"

"Yeah. That spoon is friggin' awesome." Nick laughed.

"You get hits off of them?"

"Yeah, Brass is bringing the guy in. You'd never guess who it was."

Catherine groaned, "Do I have to try?"

"Yes." Nick answered with a nod.

"Fine. Boyfriend?"

"Nope."

"Husband?"

"Wasn't married."

"Her kid?"

"Cath…did you even read the file? No kid either. You're not even trying."

She gasped conspiratorially. "The Easter Bunny, in the dining room, behind the piano, on top of the folding chair, with the pogo stick?"

"Now who's being the smart ass? It's the ice cream man. The same one that dropped ice cream off at the party."

"But you never found ice cream at the party."

"Because what's the first thing to get eaten at any birthday party?"

"Ice cream, of course. That guy is sneaky."

"If he is actually the killer, Cath."

"It makes sense, Nicky."

"Yeah, well that's the only thing around here that makes sense."

"You mean that whole date thing?"

"Hell yes! That's not still messing with you?"

"Duh!" she snorted. "Its all Warrick and I have been able to talk about. You know, we're actually starting to lean towards your drug theory."

"Well, yeah. Remember that time well all got Grissom drunk?"

"Sure. We took him to Good Times to celebrate the fact that he actually turned reviews in on time. First time that happened in three years."

"When he was plastered, did he tell you about some of the things Greg used to tell Sara?"

"Oh God! Like the thing with the nativity scene?!" she yelled.

"Yes! What the hell do you even do with half the stuff Greg mentioned?"

"I don't even know that, Nick, and that's saying something."

"I bet that boy could shame Lady Heather with the things he was telling Sara."

"That's no lie." Catherine wholeheartedly agreed.

"I always kind of saw Sara as…I don't know, like a prude almost. Then she got with Grissom and now she's pregnant."

Catherine just stared at Nick.

"What?" he asked.

"Out of Sara and Grissom, she's the one you didn't think had sex?"

"Subject change, please. I'd rather not be thinking of either of them that way. My point was that she'd almost have to be drugged up to risk being alone with Greg, after being told half the things she was by him."

"When's the date?" she asked.

""Um…tonight, I think. Why?"

"She wants to go, Nick." Warrick said as he joined them.

"No. No, we can't, guys." Nick said, waiving off the idea.

"Why not, man? Like Cath was saying last night, we go and watch the two of them and see what makes Sara happy. We tell Grissom what those things are…he does them and woos her, making her the same as Greg did. She's happy, he's happy…bam! Happy couple a geeks." Warrick shrugged.

"Isn't this like stalking, Catherine?"

"Only if you get caught, Nicky." She smiled.

--------------------------------------

They sat in Grissom's office for their lunch break.

"Isn't this kind of stupid?" Greg asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You two…together and civil." He said, pointing to Grissom and Sara.

"No. As far as everyone else knows, I needed his help on something. We're always civil about work." Sara shrugged.

"Oh…'kay." Greg said, before he took another big bite of his pasta. "You know, Sara, you've gotten a lot better at cooking since Thanksgiving. A lot better."

Sara laughed, "you think…I…cooked this?!"

"The last time Sara cooked, Greg, well, lets just thank God for insurance." Grissom smiled.

"You set your house on fire?!"

"No, I'm not that bad. It was just part of the kitchen." She shrugged, as if nearly torching her and Grissom's new house was an everyday occurrence for her. Oh. Wait, it was.

"Anyways, Greg, we…have a problem."

"What's wrong?" Greg asked, obviously concerned. "Is the baby okay?"

"The baby is fine, Greg. He's just causing some issues."

"Oh." He said, slowly. "Yeah…I'm really not following you."

Grissom sighed. "It's been about three weeks since we began this whole charade. That puts Sara at about four months. She's showing a bit now."

"You're fat now?" Greg asked.

"I'm not fat, dumbass! I'm growing life inside of me!" Sara hollered and threw a hunk of garlic bread at him.

"Oh God! The…its in my eye, Sara!" Greg whined. "The garlic, it burns really bad!"

"Life sucks and then you called me fat. Learn to deal." She said, clearly not in the mood for more of Greg than she really had to deal with that day.

"Sorry! Jeez. Go on." Greg motioned for Grissom to continue as he rubbed his eye.

Ignoring what just happened between the two in front of him, Grissom continued. "No one's noticed because she's been wearing her shirts a bit bigger. Eventually people will notice and begin to wonder how I've not noticed."

"Everyone already knows she's pregnant. What's the big deal?"

"Its damn obvious who the father is. Once I 'know' she's pregnant, I'll just look like an asshole if I'm not with her."

"Kinda late for that." Sara and Greg mumbled.

"I get it. Everyone thinks I'm a dick. Fantastic. Can we move on, please?" Grissom asked impatiently.

"Sorry."

"Point being if we're going to keep having fun for a while longer-"

"And teach those jerks a lesson." Greg cut in.

"Just what did they do to you, Greg?" Sara asked. "They were using me to plot revenge against Grissom…but you never told us why you wanted in."

Greg sighed deeply. "Remember those…uh, occasions that Grissom told all of us to never talk about again?"

Her face lit up. "You mean the one with the-"

"Sara!" Grissom yelled. "The point of telling people not to mention them is for people not to mention them." He chided.

"Well, the three of them did. They laughed at me too…started telling me about a thousand different reasons why Sara would never date me, or even be interested in me for that matter." Greg pouted.

"Aw." Sara said, and patted his hand. "If it makes you feel any better, Greg, I was about to ask you out…but then Griss pulled his head out of his ass."

"Seriously?" Both men asked.

She snorted. "Yeah, it was pretty far up there. I mean, how many years-"

"No. You were really going to ask Greg out?" Grissom asked, shocked.

"Catherine would've had my head in a jar on her desk if I would have gone for Warrick…not my type anyways. Nick is like my brother…friggin' ew right there. You were being an oblivious douche bag and Greg was totally into me…so I figured 'eh, why not.'" She shrugged.

"Wow." Both men spoke in unison again.

"Not really that big of a deal now, guys. Back to that whole 'co-workers suck'- thing."

Just as Grissom went to begin discussing what could be their next move, Catherine knocked and walked into his office.

"Well…um, I can see you're busy. I can come back." She said, obviously shocked at the sight of Grissom and Sara sharing a civil meal…and Greg joining them for that meal.

"No. No, it's alright. Cath, what did you need?" Grissom asked.

"I needed a form from you, and then I was going to ask if you'd seen Sara or Greg. Someone said they were with you last, but…Greg, what the hell happened to your eye?"

Greg threw a harsh look in Sara's direction. "Nothing." He said, his response like that of a twelve-year-old schoolgirl.

"Looking for these two? Well, here they are." Grissom motioned to the two of them. "What form did you need?" he smiled, knowing that she was thrown off by the scene in front of here.

"I don't even remember." She dropped her hands to her sides in confusion.

Sara was in his office…with him…and Greg…sharing a meal. Why the hell is he so happy?

"We're done here. Right, Grissom?" Sara asked as she stood.

"Um…yeah, I guess." He answered.

"Great. Bye." She said, and turned to walk away. She looked at Catherine on her way by and mouthed the words 'dumbasses' to her before she walked out.

"You needed me?" Greg asked Catherine.

"No, you stay here. I'll just find Sara." She answered and left to go find her.

-------------------------------------

Catherine found Sara in the locker room getting ready to head off to another doctor's appointment.

"Wow!" Catherine exclaimed.

"What?"

"You. Your stomach, I mean. Holy crap, Sara."

"Gee, thanks."

"How the hell has Grissom not noticed that? It's a pretty god bump you've got going there."

"Probably because he's a moronic fool that's not seen me naked for a few weeks, Cath." Sara snapped.

"Yeah…'kay." She said slowly.

"Sorry, hormones and whatnot. You needed me."

"Sort of. Your date is tonight, right? The one with Greg?"

"Unless I'm dating someone else." She answered, already not liking where the conversation was going.

"Where are you two going?"

Christ on a cracker...Catherine would go and ask that kind of crap. Sara and Greg never actually intended to go on an actual date, so nothing like that was ever discussed. Damn Catherine.

"He and I are…uh…yeah, he won't tell me. Surprise, you know. He's such a romantic. Not like Gil. Greg buys me flowers and opens doors for me and all kinds of romantic stuff." Sara laughed nervously.

"Ew, Sara."

"Why did you want to know?"

Christ on another cracker…Sara would go and ask that kind of crap. Catherine just wanted simple information; she didn't want to be on the crap end of a game of 20 Questions. Damn Sara.

"You know. Just…stuff. Like…if, Warrick and I were…going out tonight and figured it would be weird to run into you."

"Whatever. Have fun, Cath." Sara said as she grabbed her things and headed off. 'Aw, hell!' she thought. She really needed to talk to Greg and Grissom before she left.

I know you wanted the date and this isn't the date, but I started to write it and it just got SO long that I hacked it up. You can't really be mad at me anyways. Remember how you weren't even supposed to get a chapter this week? I know, guilt trip.

Remember, we're kicking 200's ass...

thegreatbluespoon