Diner scene! And... ACTION!

Sara and Greg arrived at the diner shortly after everyone else, and ended up sitting across from each other, which was what they had hoped would happen. Sitting in too close a proximity could prove to be lethal to their secret. They ordered and were glad to see that everything was normal. No one seemed to know about their recent shenanigans, and they hoped to keep it that way. Sara looked around the table as she speared a piece of pancake from her plate. Warrick and Nick were animatedly discussing some football game or another through mouthfuls of food.

Greg had challenged Catherine to a game of rock paper scissors, in which whoever lost wasn't allowed to take another bite of food until they won a match. This resulted in Catherine having quite the losing streak, and when she finally got the upper hand, shoving a huge forkful of waffles and whipped cream in her mouth.

Grissom was sitting silently, surveying the goings on around him with an unimpressed look on his face. Sara rolled her eyes at his petulance and switched her gaze to Greg, who was laughing at Catherine's inability to chew her huge mouthful. A smile crept across Sara's face as Greg grabbed a napkin and attempted to wipe some of the whipped cream that was dripping down Catherine's chin; he really only succeeded in spreading it around.

Shrugging off Grissom's ever-present gaze, Sara let her foot snake out in front of her, seeking Greg's leg. She knew she'd made contact with the correct party when his hand abruptly stopped wiping Catherine's increasingly messy face and his eyes focused on Sara. She shot him a small wink, regardless of whether Grissom was looking, and started slowly drawing her foot up and down his calf.

Watching Greg try to remain nonchalant whilst she was pleasantly torturing him proved to be the most entertaining thing Sara had seen in a while. She herself had succeeded in carrying on a conversation with Nick while keeping her foot in a constant flow of movement. Greg was not faring as well. He was trying to explain to Catherine why he kept beating her at rock paper scissors by claiming he could read minds, but every time Sara's foot got anywhere close to past his knee, he would stumble over his words.

Finally giving up, Greg focused on mowing down the rest of his food, desperate to get out of an increasingly awkward situation. Wiping his mouth daintily, he smiled at the group and rose to leave.

"Well, gang, as much as I do love you all, I'm heading out. I've got places to be."

Nick looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Hot date Greggo?"

Greg smiled a little and glanced briefly at Sara, replying "I'm not sure yet. I'll keep you posted."

Sara took this as her cue to step up. "Hey, can you give me a lift home?" she asked, attempting to sound as casual and non-horny as possible.

He smiled the smile of a platonic friend, for which Sara was grateful, and said "Sure, no problem."

"Where's your car, Sar?" Warrick asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Both Greg and Sara froze.

"It's at home." She said, picking up her jacket and heading for the door.

"How'd you get here?" Nick prodded.

Sara pretended not to hear him and left the diner. Nick turned to look at Greg, who replied, "I picked her up. I'll see you next shift, buddy," and headed for the door.

Once safely in the car, Sara sighed deeply. "That was smooth."

"Oh, come on," Greg tried to reassure her, "It wasn't that bad... they don't suspect anything."

Sara wasn't so sure. Their coworkers were all brilliant investigators; and with the little scene that had just played out in the diner, she was sure they'd think something was up. Greg reached over and laced his fingers with hers, giving them a little squeeze and suddenly, Sara didn't have a care in her head.

"So," she said as Greg started the engine, "Your place or mine?"

Greg gave a little laugh. "Yours, seeing as that's where my shirt is."

"Home is where you leave your shirt then?" Sara teased.

"Home, my dear, is wherever you are." Greg said earnestly, letting go of her hand and looking intently at the road in front of him. Sara just grinned broadly and looked out her window at the passing landscape.

Soon they were back at Sara's. Greg ran around to her side of the car and opened the door for her. She thanked him with a lingering kiss that promised more and they walked toward the front of her house. While Sara reached for her keys, Greg slipped between her and her front door, softly placing a hand on her cheek and drawing her face to his. She leaned into him, still fiddling with her keys, her spare hand twisting around his torso to his back. As she opened the door, the pair made their clumsy way over the threshold and into the house.

Ok, so here's the thing. I know I'm an awful person, and I promise I will try my best to get the next, not-so-PG chapter up within the next four days, BUT... I've gotten really busy (and I'm not just making excuses; if I could I'd just spend all my time writing this fic) so it might be a while between chapters. Keep reviewing and don't give up on me if I go a few days without updating. I'll attempt to write some chapters from my parents' house if I can escape the madness for a bit. Please R&R! The more reviews, the more I'm tempted to drop other priorities and write!