You asked for a sequel – but I thought I'd just add another chapter – thanks for the reviews!
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Sara sat in the break room, contemplating, among other things, how to get revenge.
That was one advantage with being a CSI…well, other than the paycheck. You could figure things out.
But this time, she was working backward, there was no crime.
Well, you could class Greg's musical tastes as criminal.
Grissom entered the room, much to Sara's annoyance; she really wanted to be alone to think. It was hard to think about another person's downfall while your boss was present.
He acted like he didn't even notice she was there, he poured coffee, but when he got to the doorframe, he paused.
"What's on your mind?" he questioned before leaving.
"Revenge," she muttered mindlessly, and almost inaudibly.
"Make sure you don't get caught them," he said grinning.
/Almost/ inaudibly.
Note to self: if Grissom ever gets a hearing aid – steal it.
When she didn't reply he decided to leave.
Her mind went blank.
She traced the outline of her lips with her fingertips.
Greg kissed her.
Now he must pay.
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Later that week………….
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Greg was walking down the corridor, and suddenly found himself being followed by Grissom Nick and Warrick.
"Greg, the lab is not your one personal space." Grissom said, in a slightly irate tone.
"I know that," Greg said, annoyed that Grissom was probably making reference to his stereo – but hey, if he hadn't complained before…
"Then maybe you should think about taking some of the posters down?" Nick interjected, grinning.
"What posters?" Greg said in confusion, striding toward his part of the lab.
"Either that, or get a better subject matter." Warrick insisted.
"Subject matt-" he stopped when he saw the lab. Now he knew what they were referencing to.
"These are not mine!" he yelled.
"Sure man," Warrick said sarcastically.
Sara appeared behind the group, looking pleased with herself.
"Whoa, look at this, I never realised you liked Enya Greg," Sara said, in mock disbelief, stepping past everyone and into the lab.
The Room full of apparel. Someone had put posters up, replaced pens and …well, just about everything held a logo of Enya's.
Greg could swear that 'Caribbean blue,' was playing somewhere. But he couldn't see his stereo. Sara must have hidden it.
Before he had chance to voice his defence, Cath had stopped to see what everyone was looking at.
"Men," Cath muttered, placed hand on Greg's shoulder, "get a girlfriend," she said in a disconcerted manner.
Cath then hurried to leave – she didn't want to know where this was going.
Sara was still grinning.
"Grissom, you gotta believe me, I did not do this!" Greg yelled in frustration.
"You saying you don't like Enya?" Sara teased. This was so easy – like before, he could have just pretended the CD wasn't his – but he had to get it back. That proved sentimental value.
The best kind of value to be exploited.
"No, I'm saying I didn't put these posters up," Greg said, trying to be calm.
"He likes Enya," Nick sniggered. He also proceeded to leave the 'scene.'
"I cant believe I thought you had a good taste in music, man, I feel so dirty," Warrick said in disgust, also leaving.
Grissom turned to Sara.
"Do you know something about this," he said, slightly perplexed – but he was working things out.
Sara knew that it wouldn't take him long to figure out that this was 'revenge.'
"No," she said innocently, "I know its funny, but that's about it," she continued.
"Ok, then since you don't have a case right now, maybe you could help Greg clear this up?" Grissom said with a small smile.
Sara scowled lightly – he knew. "Fine" she said defeated.
Grissom smiled at them both before leaving.
Note to self: teach Sara to lie believably.
"I can't believe you did this!" Greg exclaimed, confronting his tormentor, gaze moving from poster to poster.
"Me?" Sara said naively – "why would /I/ do this?"
Greg scowled, and picked up his coffee mug, but quickly placed it back down when he realised it too had a picture of Enya on.
He sighed dejectedly. He couldn't really stay mad. Not at Sara.
"How'd you manage all this anyway?" he said, lightly grinning. It was actually quite funny – but he could only admit that now the other CSI's had gone.
"That would be telling," she teased, a smile plastered her face.
"Let me guess, you got one of your 'followers' to do it –David maybe?"
"That would be telling…"
"…and a girl never kisses and tells?" he suggested.
"No, a girl never kisses without seeking revenge," she said with an evil smile.
"Oh, so you reciprocated the kiss," he said, eyebrows raised, questioning.
"Greg, if you have to ask, you'll never know." She said, mimicking his early statement and tone.
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And there we have Sara's revenge. You can have another chapter if you ask nicely ;)
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Sara sat in the break room, contemplating, among other things, how to get revenge.
That was one advantage with being a CSI…well, other than the paycheck. You could figure things out.
But this time, she was working backward, there was no crime.
Well, you could class Greg's musical tastes as criminal.
Grissom entered the room, much to Sara's annoyance; she really wanted to be alone to think. It was hard to think about another person's downfall while your boss was present.
He acted like he didn't even notice she was there, he poured coffee, but when he got to the doorframe, he paused.
"What's on your mind?" he questioned before leaving.
"Revenge," she muttered mindlessly, and almost inaudibly.
"Make sure you don't get caught them," he said grinning.
/Almost/ inaudibly.
Note to self: if Grissom ever gets a hearing aid – steal it.
When she didn't reply he decided to leave.
Her mind went blank.
She traced the outline of her lips with her fingertips.
Greg kissed her.
Now he must pay.
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Later that week………….
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Greg was walking down the corridor, and suddenly found himself being followed by Grissom Nick and Warrick.
"Greg, the lab is not your one personal space." Grissom said, in a slightly irate tone.
"I know that," Greg said, annoyed that Grissom was probably making reference to his stereo – but hey, if he hadn't complained before…
"Then maybe you should think about taking some of the posters down?" Nick interjected, grinning.
"What posters?" Greg said in confusion, striding toward his part of the lab.
"Either that, or get a better subject matter." Warrick insisted.
"Subject matt-" he stopped when he saw the lab. Now he knew what they were referencing to.
"These are not mine!" he yelled.
"Sure man," Warrick said sarcastically.
Sara appeared behind the group, looking pleased with herself.
"Whoa, look at this, I never realised you liked Enya Greg," Sara said, in mock disbelief, stepping past everyone and into the lab.
The Room full of apparel. Someone had put posters up, replaced pens and …well, just about everything held a logo of Enya's.
Greg could swear that 'Caribbean blue,' was playing somewhere. But he couldn't see his stereo. Sara must have hidden it.
Before he had chance to voice his defence, Cath had stopped to see what everyone was looking at.
"Men," Cath muttered, placed hand on Greg's shoulder, "get a girlfriend," she said in a disconcerted manner.
Cath then hurried to leave – she didn't want to know where this was going.
Sara was still grinning.
"Grissom, you gotta believe me, I did not do this!" Greg yelled in frustration.
"You saying you don't like Enya?" Sara teased. This was so easy – like before, he could have just pretended the CD wasn't his – but he had to get it back. That proved sentimental value.
The best kind of value to be exploited.
"No, I'm saying I didn't put these posters up," Greg said, trying to be calm.
"He likes Enya," Nick sniggered. He also proceeded to leave the 'scene.'
"I cant believe I thought you had a good taste in music, man, I feel so dirty," Warrick said in disgust, also leaving.
Grissom turned to Sara.
"Do you know something about this," he said, slightly perplexed – but he was working things out.
Sara knew that it wouldn't take him long to figure out that this was 'revenge.'
"No," she said innocently, "I know its funny, but that's about it," she continued.
"Ok, then since you don't have a case right now, maybe you could help Greg clear this up?" Grissom said with a small smile.
Sara scowled lightly – he knew. "Fine" she said defeated.
Grissom smiled at them both before leaving.
Note to self: teach Sara to lie believably.
"I can't believe you did this!" Greg exclaimed, confronting his tormentor, gaze moving from poster to poster.
"Me?" Sara said naively – "why would /I/ do this?"
Greg scowled, and picked up his coffee mug, but quickly placed it back down when he realised it too had a picture of Enya on.
He sighed dejectedly. He couldn't really stay mad. Not at Sara.
"How'd you manage all this anyway?" he said, lightly grinning. It was actually quite funny – but he could only admit that now the other CSI's had gone.
"That would be telling," she teased, a smile plastered her face.
"Let me guess, you got one of your 'followers' to do it –David maybe?"
"That would be telling…"
"…and a girl never kisses and tells?" he suggested.
"No, a girl never kisses without seeking revenge," she said with an evil smile.
"Oh, so you reciprocated the kiss," he said, eyebrows raised, questioning.
"Greg, if you have to ask, you'll never know." She said, mimicking his early statement and tone.
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And there we have Sara's revenge. You can have another chapter if you ask nicely ;)