Title: How 'Bout You? Author: Flame Rating: PG Spoilers: From Season Two Episode (s): "Cats in the Cradle..." Summary: After the feline case, the CSIs and Greg gather in the break room, discussing their animalistic preferences over carry-out.

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The main noise coming from the break room was the scraping of utensils against paper boxes containing the various Chinese foods consumed by the graveyard shift CSIs. After they had settled into eating, Greg cleared his throat in a curious manner. He was granted with the attention of all except Sara and only a passing glance from Grissom.

"So, that last case Catherine and Grissom worked on... Pretty freaky how much that little girl wanted a cat, huh?"

"Yeah, so badly she killed for it." Catherine answered, still a bit shocked at the outcome.

"Even to the point of accusing her mother." the lab rat observed, gauging the reactions of those around him.

"Greg, what is the point you're trying to get to with this?" Sara demanded, suspicious of the way he always seemed to work in riddles and circular arguments.

"Well, Sara, since you asked, I was wondering what kind of person you all are."

"What's that supposed to mean? Like are we killers or kids?" the smooth Texan drawl crept from Nick Stoke's mouth, along with a bit of teriyaki sauce. He wiped it away with a paper napkin.

"Uh, no. Actually, are you a dog or a cat person?"

"Which are you Greg?" Warrick asked, nodding towards the tech.

"Me, I'm a dog person. I like the big, bumbling mutts."

"They're sweet, goofy and really happy. Sort of like you Greg." Catherine responded, mulling it over.

"Then you must be a cat person, Cat." he winked in response.

"What did I say about calling me that?"

"Sorry." he shrugged, digging into his moo shu pork.

"He's got a point there. After all, you act a little like a cat yourself. Prim, collected, self-reliant."

"Yeah, I see what Warrick's talking about." Nick added, gesturing with his plastic spork.

"I am. Really, Nicky, Rick, I-"

"Are you or not? That's the name of the game."

"Greg, please. I'm really more of a dog person."

"Which type? Lap, hunter, purebred..."

"Mutt?" Sara added, smiling slightly at Greg.

"Lap dog. Small and easy to maintain."

"Warrick?"

"I'm more of a dog. Like Labradors."

"Cool, I like Aussies."

"They've got an accent too?"

"Hey, that ain't fair!" Nick laughed along with the others.

"I like cats."

"That fits. I can see Sara with claws."

"What?"

"Nothing. Just observing." Warrick grinned, doing a high five with Nick.

"How about you Grissom?" Sara turned the attention from her and over to their boss.

He looked up from the report he was holding, spork hovering over steaming rice and vegetables. "Honestly, I'm neither."

"Don't tell me, you're a bug person." Greg grinned, popping in another mouthful of oily pork.

"Yes, actually, I am." Grissom returned to his report.

"Aw, don't be a sore sport Griss."

"I'm not, Nick. I just think we have more to worry about than which animals we prefer."

"Like Eckley?"

"Don't speak that foul name in my presence again."

"Yeah Catherine, bring the plague down on us why don't you?"

Catherine glared at Greg, who playfully returned it, only to sigh and shake her head at the suggestive wink he threw in at the end.

"We should all have dinner like this again." Suggested Nick, smiling wryly.

"Yeah, at least the conversation is never dull." Warrick answered with a shake his head.