Ok. You wanted another chapter. I guess I'll keep posting.
I'm not used to fluffy stuff…I prefer to write angst…
…. So the silliness continues…..AKA why Lithium Shamrock shouldn't drink caffeine.
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"You know he has a crush on you!" Cath exclaimed, staring at Sara, who had just entered the break room.
"What?" sara said, slightly shocked and confused at the statement; she assumed it was Greg – but she new it was never a good idea to act on assumptions.
"I saw you with Greg," Cath said smiling. Words synonymous with 'cute' started filling her mind.
"We….we weren't doing anything." Sara said blushing, hoping that Cath was just guessing what they were doing.
"Is that the same nothing you and Grissom do?" Cath quipped, hoping that it would provoke a response from Sara.
"No!" Sara yelled, giving Catherine a 'don't go there' look.
Catherine just grinned, "You are so easy," she laughed, seeing Sara's look. It always amazed her how easy it was to aggravate Sara – especially about 'personal' matters.
Sara gave Cath a colder Sara, and started to speak, but was cut off.
" - I didn't mean like that!" Cath exclaimed, realising her mistake.
"Yeah." Sara said, with annoyance.
Cath couldn't resist, "Although seeing you with Greg…"
"Hey!" Sara yelled, preparing herself for a 'Cat' fight.
"Why are you shouting" Grissom said, announcing his presence in the room, he could hear the raised voices from the hall.
"No reason." Cath and Sara said in unison, neither wanting Grissom to become involved in the matter.
Sara turned back to Cath to mouth a 'thank you,' which left her back exposed to Grissom.
"…And what's this?" Grissom said curiously, carefully peeling the post-it note from Sara's back.
"Sara loves Greg," he read aloud, the raised an eyebrow, "that's news to me," he said, with a slight grin.
Sara turned red with embarrassment.
Sara then turned to Cath and gave her a condemning glare, to which Cath responded with a shrug, communicating that she 'didn't do it.'
Sara looked blank for a moment, as she searched her mind for suitable explanations.
"It's a game," Sara said finally.
"A game?" Grissom mimicked, doubt in his voice.
"Yeah…er…we…er…I decided not to play," Cath said, playing along.
"Really? So tell me about this game…" Grissom said, fawning interest. This only verifying his earlier idea of teaching Sara to lie convincingly.
"Can't," Sara, without missing a beat.
"Why?" Grissom questioned.
"If I tell you, it breaks the first two rules of the game," she said in complete desperation, hoping he hadn't seen 'Fight Club,' and wondering why the quote had come into her mind.
"Ok," he responded; finding he was unable to force Sara to keep up this charade. It was hard not to laugh. But; he still walked out the room slightly confused; and the disturbing thought that this had something to do with Enya.
"So, what now?" Cath smiled, glad that there was finally something amusing happening in the lab.
"The revenge continues," Sara mumbled before leaving the break room.
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"Greg?" Sara called-out.
Greg turned to face her, "Hey Sara, I put all that stuff in the my car – do you realise how hard everyone's laughing at me?" He said, turning round to point at a couple of giggling lab techs. She stifled a grin on viewing his back. "I think the whole lab knows."
'…I think anyone who can see that logo on your back is laughing…'
"Well, you're not the only one being laughed at!" She said, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Greg looked at her in confusion.
She simply held up a post-it note.
"Oh, that. Don't you think it's kinda cute?" Greg said gingerly, hoping to avoid an argument.
"No," Sara said firmly, "especially since Grissom was the one reading it out to me," she scalded.
"Oh." Greg responded, wondering if Sara had got in much trouble.
"Well, I have it all sorted, I told him that it was a game…." She began, then held up a clean post-it note.
"…and I'm going to put one on your back. That way, he won't suspect," she said, clearly laying out her plan.
"Really?" Greg said, slightly dubious.
"Yeah, so turn round," Sara insisted, hoping that Greg wouldn't think too deeply about what she was about to do.
He grinned at her words, "whatever you say Sidle."
She placed the note on his back, carefully avoiding the 'Enya' Logo on his back, and began reading aloud as she wrote each word.
"Greg," – and she wrote the word Greg.
"They say the pen across the skin is a sensual experience." Greg said slyly.
"Well, a post-it note on your back is as near as you'll get to 'skin' from me," She responded.
She had the feeling they were being watched, but for the moment, she decided to ignore it.
"Loves" she said, her voice wavered slightly, – and she drew a heart shape
"Sara?" Greg suggested thoughtfully.
"Be quiet Greg," Sara scalded, which induced a grin from Greg's lips.
"Sara." Sara said finally – and she wrote Nicky.
"It all done?"
"Sure. Now, don't take it off until Grissom sees you," she warned.
"Ok," he said happily.
She smiled at the note, as Greg walked off.
'Greg loves Nicky'
"That should raise a few eyebrows," she smirked.
Sara breathed out heavily. She should have known. As if she was going to let her walk away without a fuss.
"I never knew you had voyeuristic tendencies Cath," Sara said, before turning to where she presumed Cath was standing.
"…You gonna tell me about that note?" Cath said, desperately.
"All I'll say is; 'Alls fair in love and war'" Sara said cryptically with a smile.
"…So, is this love?"
"No, this is war."
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Please review.
I'm not used to fluffy stuff…I prefer to write angst…
…. So the silliness continues…..AKA why Lithium Shamrock shouldn't drink caffeine.
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"You know he has a crush on you!" Cath exclaimed, staring at Sara, who had just entered the break room.
"What?" sara said, slightly shocked and confused at the statement; she assumed it was Greg – but she new it was never a good idea to act on assumptions.
"I saw you with Greg," Cath said smiling. Words synonymous with 'cute' started filling her mind.
"We….we weren't doing anything." Sara said blushing, hoping that Cath was just guessing what they were doing.
"Is that the same nothing you and Grissom do?" Cath quipped, hoping that it would provoke a response from Sara.
"No!" Sara yelled, giving Catherine a 'don't go there' look.
Catherine just grinned, "You are so easy," she laughed, seeing Sara's look. It always amazed her how easy it was to aggravate Sara – especially about 'personal' matters.
Sara gave Cath a colder Sara, and started to speak, but was cut off.
" - I didn't mean like that!" Cath exclaimed, realising her mistake.
"Yeah." Sara said, with annoyance.
Cath couldn't resist, "Although seeing you with Greg…"
"Hey!" Sara yelled, preparing herself for a 'Cat' fight.
"Why are you shouting" Grissom said, announcing his presence in the room, he could hear the raised voices from the hall.
"No reason." Cath and Sara said in unison, neither wanting Grissom to become involved in the matter.
Sara turned back to Cath to mouth a 'thank you,' which left her back exposed to Grissom.
"…And what's this?" Grissom said curiously, carefully peeling the post-it note from Sara's back.
"Sara loves Greg," he read aloud, the raised an eyebrow, "that's news to me," he said, with a slight grin.
Sara turned red with embarrassment.
Sara then turned to Cath and gave her a condemning glare, to which Cath responded with a shrug, communicating that she 'didn't do it.'
Sara looked blank for a moment, as she searched her mind for suitable explanations.
"It's a game," Sara said finally.
"A game?" Grissom mimicked, doubt in his voice.
"Yeah…er…we…er…I decided not to play," Cath said, playing along.
"Really? So tell me about this game…" Grissom said, fawning interest. This only verifying his earlier idea of teaching Sara to lie convincingly.
"Can't," Sara, without missing a beat.
"Why?" Grissom questioned.
"If I tell you, it breaks the first two rules of the game," she said in complete desperation, hoping he hadn't seen 'Fight Club,' and wondering why the quote had come into her mind.
"Ok," he responded; finding he was unable to force Sara to keep up this charade. It was hard not to laugh. But; he still walked out the room slightly confused; and the disturbing thought that this had something to do with Enya.
"So, what now?" Cath smiled, glad that there was finally something amusing happening in the lab.
"The revenge continues," Sara mumbled before leaving the break room.
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"Greg?" Sara called-out.
Greg turned to face her, "Hey Sara, I put all that stuff in the my car – do you realise how hard everyone's laughing at me?" He said, turning round to point at a couple of giggling lab techs. She stifled a grin on viewing his back. "I think the whole lab knows."
'…I think anyone who can see that logo on your back is laughing…'
"Well, you're not the only one being laughed at!" She said, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Greg looked at her in confusion.
She simply held up a post-it note.
"Oh, that. Don't you think it's kinda cute?" Greg said gingerly, hoping to avoid an argument.
"No," Sara said firmly, "especially since Grissom was the one reading it out to me," she scalded.
"Oh." Greg responded, wondering if Sara had got in much trouble.
"Well, I have it all sorted, I told him that it was a game…." She began, then held up a clean post-it note.
"…and I'm going to put one on your back. That way, he won't suspect," she said, clearly laying out her plan.
"Really?" Greg said, slightly dubious.
"Yeah, so turn round," Sara insisted, hoping that Greg wouldn't think too deeply about what she was about to do.
He grinned at her words, "whatever you say Sidle."
She placed the note on his back, carefully avoiding the 'Enya' Logo on his back, and began reading aloud as she wrote each word.
"Greg," – and she wrote the word Greg.
"They say the pen across the skin is a sensual experience." Greg said slyly.
"Well, a post-it note on your back is as near as you'll get to 'skin' from me," She responded.
She had the feeling they were being watched, but for the moment, she decided to ignore it.
"Loves" she said, her voice wavered slightly, – and she drew a heart shape
"Sara?" Greg suggested thoughtfully.
"Be quiet Greg," Sara scalded, which induced a grin from Greg's lips.
"Sara." Sara said finally – and she wrote Nicky.
"It all done?"
"Sure. Now, don't take it off until Grissom sees you," she warned.
"Ok," he said happily.
She smiled at the note, as Greg walked off.
'Greg loves Nicky'
"That should raise a few eyebrows," she smirked.
Sara breathed out heavily. She should have known. As if she was going to let her walk away without a fuss.
"I never knew you had voyeuristic tendencies Cath," Sara said, before turning to where she presumed Cath was standing.
"…You gonna tell me about that note?" Cath said, desperately.
"All I'll say is; 'Alls fair in love and war'" Sara said cryptically with a smile.
"…So, is this love?"
"No, this is war."
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