A/N- Sorry, people. I've been really busy and this was the earliest I could submit the next chapter (& last). Ah well. Enjoy, anyway.

Chapter Three

Now that Grissom knew Sara was hiding something, he began to formulate a 'plan of action' – a way of making her spill. This was going to be easy.

"I'd like to ask Sara a question if I may," he said.

The group looked at him, all knowing what it was that Sara had to hide. Each member was wondering what the possibilities were. Was he going to get straight to the point and ask her what the unknown question was, or play mind games with her until she told him voluntarily?

"And what would that be, Grissom?" asked Sara, her voice sounding rather weak.

Each member of the group could tell that Sara was nervous. Even Grissom.

But his response was unexpected.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you've ever kissed a guy before, that's all."

Sara's jaw dropped. She was positively stunned.

"...I......what does......so what if........who....who do you think you are?!" was all that would escape from Sara's open mouth.

Grissom merely smiled and folded his arms.

"They are random, right?" he laughed.

After staring at him for a long, awkward moment, Sara finally gained control of her feelings and replied quite simply;

"Yes, I have."

"Oh, good." Grissom said as his smile widened and he closed his eyes, obviously happy with the way things were going so far.

"I've got one," said Catherine.

"Grissom, why the hell did you ask Sara such a personal question?"

"Well, Catherine, you did ask poor Nick here a rather embarrassing question earlier; I thought I'd have a go."

"And why me, may I ask?" Sara enquired.

Grissom turned his head and looked at her.

"No reason in particular," he replied, cheekily. But Sara silently questioned his innocence. Then Nick spoke up to change the subject.

"Grissom, can you lick your elbow?"

Grissom looked at Nick with a very puzzled expression on his face. Everyone else in the room smiled at Nick, silently praising him for his smart move in changing the subject. And Sara was quickly thinking of a question for Grissom while he answered Nick's.

"Nick, I doubt that many people can, so no."

"Okay, cool. Just wanted to see if you were gonna try it, that's all," he said with a smile.

Then there was a strange grunting sound coming from somewhere in the room. Everyone looked to see the source of the sound. There was Greg, with his eyes wide, tongue sticking out in a pathetic attempt to reach his outstretched bent elbow.

"You've gotta be kidding me," groaned Nick, his eyeballs completing a circle in their sockets.

The rest of the group burst out laughing. Catherine was going red in the face, Grissom had his hand over his mouth to hide his smile, Warrick was saying something to Greg which couldn't be heard over the laughing, and Sara was giggling uncontrollably.

"Hey man, that is so not cool," Warrick complained.

"What? I nearly had it, see?" as Greg made another far-from-successful attempt.

"Stop it, Greg," Nick snapped.

"Okay, okay. Sheesh! Don't get your undies in a tangle."

Wiping the joyful tears from her eyes, Catherine gained control of her laughter and got up for another coffee.

"I'm going to go talk to Archie for a while. You kids have fun."

Catherine headed for the door with the plastic cup warm in her hand.

"Yeah see 'ya, Cath," Sara called from the couch.

"Actually, I think I'll go with you," Warrick shouted as he got up from his seat and wandered out of the break room.

"Yeah me, too," and Nick followed.

Greg and Grissom both took a seat each that Nick and Warrick had just vacated so they were now both facing Sara who remained on the couch. She felt like a defenseless animal cornered by two predators, never knowing when they were going to attack.

She twiddled her thumbs and looked at the two of them.

"So...," she said.

Greg figured that this was the perfect opportunity to leave Sara in an awkward position, so he took the chance.

"Well, I'd better go see what Jacquie's up to, hey?"

And so Greg got up and left the room, leaving Grissom and Sara face-to-face in the break room.

"So, are you going to tell me?" Grissom asked her.

"Tell you what?"

"Don't be difficult, Sara." That made her mad.

"Difficult? I'm not the one asking personal questions here!" she shouted.

"Wow. It must have been a really personal question if you're willing to tell the whole night shift that you've kissed a guy before and yet can't answer one of Greg's silly questions. Or, for that matter, tell me what he asked you."

"Why does it matter to you anyway, Grissom?"

Sara was now standing and looking for the right opportunity to leave the room, she was getting so frustrated.

Grissom realized that the game was over – now it was getting personal. He had obviously upset her, and didn't want to do more damage.

"Sorry, Sara. I just wanted to know what was so bad, that's all."

Silently accepting his apology and lightening up a little, Sara finally gave in.

"He asked me who I liked better – you or him."

Grissom's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, but he said nothing. For a long while, neither one said anything, as there was nothing to say. Nothing that is, except for one last question.

"And...what was your answer?" he asked her.

She looked into his eyes, choosing her words carefully.

"Like you said – it was too personal."

"Oh."

End :)

A/N – Imagine if it did happen? It'd be like another one of those 'clues' we got while watching the show in season one, two and three. Oh, and please review-I'd like to improve my writing and reviews really help. If not, just say whatever you want. :) (constructive critisizm only.) ;-)