Disclaimer: Hate to break it to all of you, but I really don't own the CSI.

Spoilers: Nope.  

A Note: Hi. I'm really Annie Lune, but because my story "E-Mails from the Lab," didn't meet the TOS, I've been disabled for a week and won't be able to publish or upload stories. Stinks, huh? But as you can see, I've figured out a way around the whole thing, and will be working on some other stories I have here for a while. But don't worry; I'll be using my real pen name in a short seven days…

This is a story for all kinds of shippers out there, so you all should be happy. 8-)

And yes, of course, please review.

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Greg was tired. No, correction, Greg was dead tired. All he wanted to do was fall asleep right there on the break room couch, but he knew he couldn't. Sure, he really could, but if anyone ever found him here, they would more than likely put some war paint on him and slick his hair back, and he really didn't want that to happen. So instead Greg had to deal with being tired.

He collapsed back onto the couch and turned the television on. At three in the morning, there really isn't anything good on unless he was willing to watch infomercials about how to loose fifty pounds in five days, and Greg wasn't in that mood. So, instead he clicked onto CNN and just stared aimlessly at the screen in front of him.

He could just shut his eyes for a few seconds, maybe even five minutes. No one would notice, Right? They were all probably off working on some case out in the field and no one would ever think that he was sleeping on the job. He was just going to shut his eyes for a second…

Greg was asleep before his eyes even closed. He must have been out for a good hour before he started dreaming. Greg was standing in a swimming pool dressed in a winter parker with a stuffed bear in his arms. It was sunny out and there were some dinosaurs next to the pool discussing the stock marker. Greg made his way over to them to join on in their conversation. Dinosaurs had always fascinated him…and so had the stock market…along with how they made French fries…oooh…french-fries are good…

Greg then heard stern voices and excused himself from the dinosaurs to see what was happening on the other side of the pool.

"I just don't know what to say to that." A woman dressed in an evening gown was saying.

"You don't have to say anything. How about we go grab some food? It's a slow night, no one will notice that we're gone." A cowboy talking to the woman was saying.

"It's just…I don't know. I've known you for four years now and we have this sort of brotherly/sisterly bond. I don't know if I want to ruin that right now. And besides, I think the whole thing would just be weird to me. ."

"Sara, don't think of it as weird. Will you please just come with me? All I want to do is have breakfast with you.." the cowboy said reaching for the woman in the evening dress' arm.

"Nick, I've got to work this whole thing though, okay? Not that I wouldn't consider it, I'm not point blankly turning you down…but you've got to realize…"

Then, a loud crash brought Greg out of his dream and he sat straight up on the couch.

"Whoa, Greg, didn't know you were there." Nick said sheepishly as he turned to look at Sara who was using this moment to exit the break room. "Stupid coffee pot." He then grumbled looking at the thing that had over flown and toppled over.

Greg rubbed his eyes. "Did I miss something?" he asked stretching as Nick cleaned up the spilled coffee. He was grumbling under he breath about something.

"Nah, you didn't miss anything during your nap." Nick said as he mopped the coffee up.

"What were you and Sara talking about?"

"Oh, that." Nick said leaning back on his heels. "I didn't realize that you were listening."

"I wasn't, but you two were in my dream talking. You were dressed as a cowboy, and Sara was in a dress and then there were some dinosaurs…"

Nick shot Greg and puzzled look as he picked the coffee pot back up and placed it in its holder. "I asked Sara out." he said shortly and turned away from Greg.

"You what?" Greg spat out as he stood up and walked over to go make another pot of coffee.

"Geese Greg, can't I have a social life like everyone else? I asked the girl I like out, big whoop." Nick said a little less than enthusiastically.

"You…like…Sara??" Greg managed forgetting about the coffee.

"Am I not allowed to?" Nick challenged giving Greg a stern look.

"No, it's just the fact that…it's Sara, Nick. I never thought you would do something like that…"

"Well, I did."

"…Go Nick."

"And she shot me down like a bird during hunting season."

"I'm sorry man. If I'd known about this, I would have put in a good word for you." Greg said trying to make Nick feel better, but it didn't seem to work. He went and sat dejectedly on the couch. Greg tried to figure out what to do, and thought that Nick could use a good cup of coffee. He poured him one, and walked over to the couch and sat down next to him.

"Nick, I didn't mean to make a joke out of it…" Greg began.

"No, its find Greg. I mean, you joke with everyone. But can I ask you a question?" Nick asked taking the coffee cup into his hands and taking a sip.

"Shoot." Greg replied.

"Do you like Sara because she's…hot? Or because you really like her?" Nick questioned a little hesitantly.

"Sara is not 'hot,' Nick, she's gorgeous." Greg said staring a little into space with his words. Nick elbowed Greg in the stomach. "What, it's true." Greg moaned.

"That's one of the reason I am so attracted to her, she doesn't know how beautiful she is." Nick said a little awkwardly. Greg turned to face him and game him a strange glance.

"She's also smart…and funny…and confident…" Nick went on.

"Sara just doesn't seem like your type, Nick." Greg commented.

"Yah, well sometimes I don't know what my type is." Nick retorted. "Would you have asked her out if the time was right?" Nick then asked turning to Greg.

"I already have, remember? She just laughed and left the room."

'Sara really does know how to play with a guy's heart." Nick said staring blankly across the room. Greg burst out laughing at this, and Nick scowled. "What?" he asked getting ready to sock Greg.

"You've totally fallen for her. I just think it's funny. Nick totally head over heels for Sara!" Greg continued to laugh, and Nick finished his coffee and threw the cup in the trash.

"I'm going to go find her. You stay here and do what you do best…nothing." Nick looked back at Greg who was still laughing and left the room.

"Well, that's something you don't see everyday." Greg laughed to himself. "The lady's man going for the lady who could do without men." Greg shook his head and decided it was time to get back to his lab.    

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