A/N-Thanks for the reviews all! I really, really love to read them. In fact, I love reviews almost as much as I love chocolate! mmm, chocolate.... (oh, and thanks to the reviewer who brought that error in chapter one to my attention-fixed it immediately) :)

Chapter Two

"So who wants to go first?" asked Sara.

All four looked at her without saying anything.

"Oh, alright! I'll go then. First question please."

Greg raised his eyebrows at her.

"Wow...go, Sara! Very brave of you to..."

Sara glared at Greg and he immediately closed his mouth.

"Okay Sara," Nick began, "first question. Do you have a pet?"

"No."

Nick looked surprised. He had assumed that because of Sara's strong love for animals that she would at least have an animal of some sort at home.

"Okay...next question, then."

But before Nick could continue, Catherine interrupted.

"Guys, this is supposed to be a little more random. Ask someone a question and move on, damnit!"

"Okay, let me try!" said Greg, now getting excited. "Sara, who do you like better; me or Grissom?"

Catherine, Nick and Warrick all burst into a laughing fit. Neither of them looked like they could breathe very easily, they were laughing so hard. Sara looked at Greg with her mouth wide open.

"Greg!" Sara shouted over the noise.

Eventually the three settled down and instead, took an interest in what Sara's answer was.

"So come on, Sara; spill!" said Catherine.

She looked at all the curious eyes that were fixed on her. What's a girl to say in a situation like this?

Just then Grissom walked in and headed to the coffee machine, muttering something under his breath. All stopped looking at Sara and pretended to be interested in something else, like an itchy arm or another sip from a coffee cup.

"What was that, Gris?" asked Warrick.

"I said: 'damn paper work'. While you were all in here socializing, I was in my office working."

Grissom poured himself a cup of coffee and looked at the five.

"Oh, we're not socializing, Grissom," said Greg defensively, "we were asking each other questions. Random questions, that is. They can be about anything. Wanna join in or what?"

"Well, why not. I might as well do something to amuse myself."

So Grissom walked over and leaned against the table which Nick was sitting next to.

"Okay," began Warrick, "Grissom, how many coffees have you had tonight?"

"Three and now on my fourth," Grissom replied

"Damn."

"Okay," began Catherine, "Nick, have you ever peed you pants?"

Everyone besides Nick either snorted or let out a loud snort through their nose.

"Hey, no fair! Why'd I get that question?" asked Nick in a childish voice.

"Well Nicky, the are random. Now answer the question," Catherine demanded.

Nick cleared his throat and mumbled something.

"So we can all hear the answer, Nick," Catherine said.

"Once when I was a little kid, ya happy?!" He shouted.

"Well that's okay, then," said Grissom, "When you're little, nobody cares about a little 'accident', do they?"

They all nodded in agreement and Catherine continued the game.

"So, Grissom...ever been to a party of some sort? You know...as a teenager?"

Grissom looked at her, but said nothing.

"Yes Catherine; I have. Once."

All eyes widened in amazement before being fixed on Grissom.

"No way!" said Greg, clearly in shock at the thought of Grissom being at a party as a teenager.

"Yes, way. I was invited to a party once by my roommate in college. But it really didn't go too well. I ended up spending most of my time in the corner, isolated from everyone."

"Well that figures," blurted Catherine, only just realizing that she had said that out loud when Grissom glared daggers at her.

"Hey Sara," asked Greg, "you never answered my question before."

Sara glared at Greg who was grinning ear-to-ear. He really wanted her to answer the question: who she liked better.

Grissom, who was not present when Greg had asked the first time, was evidently confused.

"Which question, Greg?" he enquired.

"Nothing," interrupted Sara, before Greg could reply, and once again, glared at Greg who had to look away from Sara's piercing gaze.

"No really, Sara. What was the question?" asked a curious Grissom.

"It was nothing. Just Greg being Greg. Now can we please continue?"

With a shrug, Grissom decided against harassing Sara any further...for now.

'I'll get it out of her eventually,' he thought....

TBC...

A/N- Any ideas? Anyone? :)