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Chapter 2.

Sara smoothed out the folded paper on her table and looked over it again. It really was quite unrealistic, if you took both her and Grissom's personality into consideration.

Standing and walking to her refrigerator, she looked for a spot to place it. The freezer and refrigerator doors were covered in magnets, but not much else. Appointment reminders, mostly. She pushed away a group of magnets and placed the picture against the door, tacking magnets to the top and bottom.

Sara stood back to look at the picture once more and laughed. After getting over the initial shock of seeing the picture, she had decided it was funny. She didn't imagine Grissom would think so, but for now, it gave her giggles every time she happened to think about it.

And the fact that Grissom looked considerably younger made it worse. Though not bad looking for his current age, the Grissom in the picture had hair that hadn't been graying so much then as it was now. As she inspected the picture closer, she found Grissom smiling enthusiastically into their "kiss." Yeah, right. Grissom never gets out and has fun enough to smile like that.

Sara's eyes shifted down to the tiny print below the picture. "What do these two do in their spare time?!" the question read. It at first had possibly been even worse than the picture. After she had given it thought, she decided it was utterly ridiculous. Everyone knew what she did in her spare time. She worked, ate, and drank. Well, maybe not drinking so much as she work and ate, but did people honestly believe she would take time out of her special hobbies to do this?

Guess not, she thought. Did anyone know she had even asked Grissom out? Did anyone know she'd been rejected? Did anyone know how she felt? No, probably not. This was all just some big, prank. Right?

Grissom sighed and closed the manila folder on his desk, leaning back in his chair. His glasses lying on top of a stack of papers reflected the light from his lamp. His desk was piled high with manila folders and papers long forgotten.

Beginning to look suspiciously like Mt. Everest, he thought, standing. Taking his empty coffee cup from the edge of his desk, he walked from his office and started down the hall. Passing the lab door, he glanced up at the clock.

Shift had ended a few hours ago, but Grissom wasn't ready to go home yet.

There was some reason he needed to stay, some reason his mind wouldn't let him leave just yet ...

But he had absolutely no clue what it was.

He sighed as he walked into the break room, watching as the coffee continued to brew. Someone in day shift must have already come in and started some coffee. Grissom turned to sit on the couch to wait when something caught his eye. A piece of paper taped to the wall next to the door. A piece of paper with a picture on it that looked highly suspicious.

Slowly, Grissom walked to the wall, taking the paper in one hand and gently pulling it from the wall. He and Sara, in a picture he had never taken before, were doing what appeared to be a sexually motivated dance. An alcohol motivated dance.

The picture was obviously comprised of many different photos and had been altered using some sort of computer program, but the Him in the picture was old. Well, young, but he hadn't looked like that in a few years. Sara, however, looked the same as she did at the present.

As the coffee pot beeped, Grissom turned to pour himself a cup. Moments later, Catherine appeared behind him.

"What're you-? Oh." Grissom turned to her, a relaxed look on his face. The one thing that struck Catherine as odd was the paper in his hand- the picture of him and Sara. Why would his mood seem so calm after finding something like this?

"Oh, hello," Grissom said, a faint smile on his face.

"Yeeeah. Hi. Look, about that-"

"What, this?" Grissom held up the paper. "Yes, I'm quite curious."

Catherine almost couldn't bring herself to say it. Almost.

"Someone sent that picture to everyone working in the lab." Grissom, who had started sipping his coffee, stopped. Looking over the rim at her, he lowered to cup to the table.

"Are you telling me-"

"Yes, I'm telling you that everyone has a copy. I mean, obviously it's fake, but it won't stop people from having their thoughts."

Grissom eyed the words below it, the capital print becoming shouts in his mind. "WHAT HAVE THESE TWO BEEN DOING IN THEIR SPARE TIME?!" seemed to frighten him somewhat.

Grissom picked up his coffee cup and, with the paper in hand, walked past Catherine to exit the room.

"What're you going to do?" Catherine asked, turning to him.

"I don't know yet," he answered without stopping. Had his job not been on his mind, the picture would have been much more amusing.

Sara walked cheerfully down the hall, not giving Grissom's office even the tiniest glance as she past it. She hadn't gotten any sleep during the day, but she figured she could hold out. She had, after all, done it before.

Entering the break room, she reached for a styrofoam cup. The coffee pot was nearly full. Someone must have started a brew and left it there, though it was was still a little while before shift started.

Turning from the room, she prepared to go to the layout room to continue looking at the photos taken at the car crash when she noticed some new additions to the wall. About fifty of them, actually. Fifty on each wall. Pictures of Sara and Grissom. Pictures showing the two CSI's in a provocative dance with a very passionate kiss.

Sara stared at them, almost losing her coffee in the process. She knew everyone knew about the pictures, but she didn't think anyone would go and hang them up around the entire lab! There hadn't been any down the hallway in which Grissom's office was located.

That makes sense, Sara thought bitterly. If I were hanging them up around the lab, I would've avoided anywhere near his office, too.

Sara made a move to begin taking down the papers, but as she got about halfway along the two walls, she stopped. She looked too obvious. Sighing, she stuffed the papers in the nearest trash can and started for the layout room, her coffee still in tow.

Sara knew she should have taken the papers off the wall, but she didn't seem to care much at the moment. Like she wasn't in the mood to be angry. It would compromise both her and Grissom's office life, sure, but at the moment, it wasn't a priority to report.

The case she and Grissom were working was seeming more like an accident than ever, and she knew that it would probably soon be closed.

Setting down the folder of photos she had picked up, Sara grabbed her cup of cold coffee and started for the lab. Upon entering, she noticed two things: Greg was the only one there and shift had already started. Headphones covering his ears and his CD-player blaring so loud Sara could hear it from the doorway, he sat reading a magazine.

Walking up to him, she pulled his headphones down. Greg shot around, startled, and dropped his magazine. Giving Sara a teasing glare, he bent down to pick it up.

"What can I do you for?" he asked, placing his magazine on the table.

"Did you happen to see the hallways this morning? And the bulletin board?"

"Uh, no, I didn't. Why?"

They're all plastered with pictures of me and Grissom. I was wondering if you had anything to do with it."

"Why would I do that to you?" Greg asked. Sara lifted a brow and Greg winced. "That really hurts, Sara."

"Hurts? Ha. Yeah, right. You don't know the meaning of the word 'hurt.'"

"Why, Miss Sidle, I'm thoroughly offended! But no, I didn't see the pictures when I walked in. In which areas are they?"

"Everywhere except here and by Grissom's office. Speaking of which, is Grissom here?"

"Nice move to avoid his office, whichever EMT did the deed." Sara glared at Greg. "Yeah, he's here. I saw him this morning. He was hidden behind a stack of files in his office. Good luck finding him in all that junk. Oh, yeah, if you go over there, be careful. I didn't see his tarantula."

"That would be because I took him for a walk."

Startled, Sara turned quickly and jumped at the sight of Grissom. Her styrofoam cup flew from her hands, the coffee soaking Grissom's shirt.

Grissom stepped back to look down at himself, the brown coffee soaking through his dark sweater. Greg was choking back a laugh while Sara stood with the recently recovered cup in her hand, a terrified look on her face.

"Grissom, I am so sorry!" she said. Grissom looked up at her and grunted, looking back down at himself.

"It's okay, I guess. I do have extra clothes."

"At least the coffee's cold, right?" Sara said, trying to take the tension off the situation. It didn't really work. Grissom gave a faint smile. While Sara's face was red, Grissom's beard hid his embarrassment. The only thing that gave him away was the color rising to his ears.

Grissom turned and left the lab. Stepping into the hallway, Sara called out, "Wear the blue shirt, if you have it."

TBC ...

A/N: Coffee makes for good GS situations, whether they're embarrassing or not This chapter was surprisingly short. Not a lot of inspiration in the air.