A/N: More editing done. For everyone: I fixed Sara's name, and tried to find the spelling mistakes. Thanks for the heads up.


Something's up. I can smell it. . . Especially with Grissom. Maybe it's the fresh scent of aftershave, or the fact I caught him crooning to his insects. Twice. Call me inquisitive, but did Sara come in at the same time with Gil, today?

Maybe it's the way he's twiddling his pencil during his crossword puzzle that's. . . driving me up the wall!

"So, what's up?"

"Hmm?" he feints, trying to make me think he didn't hear me. I don't think he wanted to. Hey, I invented that look! Sometimes I wish I could smack that man upside the head, but then again, it's mostly because he's being so damned clueless. A clueless man, there's a surprise. Time for some good old-fashioned Q & A.

"How was last night?"

"Fine"

"What did you do?"

"Not much"

"Stayed home?"

"Something like that"

"Sounds interesting"

"I guess"

"How's the sex?"

"Amazing"

"Hah!"

"Huh? . . uh. . " he's sputtering like a small child with his hand in a cookie jar! Oh my living heaven. He had sex! Who with? Wait a minute. . . do I want to know?

"I mean, her car was here, I picked her up for shift, and she said she was.. . Catherine, I have a confession to make"

"Yes, yes you do." is he going to say who I think he's thinking about?

"Um. . so last night we. . "

"Whose we?" Greg Sanders says, skidding on the table and grabbing a big jelly doughnut. Perfect timing, Greggo.

"Nothing! Hey, I've got case reports to do, so I'll be back later for assignments... Uhh, yeah. Bye"

"Woa! Never seen him in a hurry to do paperwork before. . . was Gruesome Grissom . . . blushing?" Greg the wannabe CSI asks, what a newbie.

"Greggo, you're darn right"

"Somebody got some" Greg chuckled, biting into his doughnut. Darn right.

"I didn't know you met someone, Cath" Warrick Brown said, walking into the room to grab a mug.

"Not me, him" I said, pointing to where Gil's trying to unlock his door. Aaaand dropping his keys and cursing and fumbling them again, and finally getting the idea to turn the knob. He never locks his door on shift.

"Grissom?" I don't blame Warrick's surprise, I mean, the thought of Gil Grissom having sex is. . . almost a bit disturbing. I mean, how does a guy who studies bugs and crossword puzzles copulate? How wierd is that? Okay, so I've been privy to some wierd sex, too, but still, Grissom?

"Grissom what? What's up guys?" Nick Stokes says, strutting into break room with his normal level of spunk and attitude.

"Our dear Grissom had sex" Greg said, as Warrick cringed and I braced myself.

He never saw that one coming. Poor Nick spat his coffee back in the general direction of the wall before choking on what little was left in his mouth. Coughing, he still tries to overcome his shock. Warrick's slapping his back as we speak.

"How!? I mean, no! Don't wanna . . . are you freaking serious?!"

"Did I. . miss something?" Sara says, walking through the door and straight to the coffee, grimacing a little at the coffee splatter everywhere. Did she. . . when's the last time Sara's worn a skirt? It's got pretty frills on the bottom to boot. Uh oh.

"Why does the break room look like a crime scene?" she asks, pointing to the coffee splatter a la Nicky, then grabbing a mug from the back and filling it with coffee and sugar, taking a quick gulp.

"Grissom had sex" Greg blurted out. From the chocking fit Sara . . . is she turning white? Giving her a pat on the back, Nick says,

"Yeah, that's what I thought"

"Dude, do you HAVE to keep reminding us? Ew" Warrick shivered.

"(Cough). . What's so ew about Grissom having sex?" Sara asked a little too quickly for my little mind. She knows something.

"Uhhh I just came in for a cup of coffee, but I think I lost my thirst" Jim Brass said wide-eyed as he backed out of the room muttering something about silk and entimologists.

"Did. . did he say who with?" Sara asks, looking strangely suspicious as she straightens out the top of her skirt and a curl in her hair. I wonder. . .

"You'd WANT to know?" Warrick asked, shuddering for a second before looking at Sarah a bit cockeyed.

"Hey, Sara. . . you okay?" Warrick asks,

"Fine, why?"

"You're getting kinda pale.. ." Greg says, getting up from the table top.

"Yeah, and since when do you curl your hair?" Nick starts into the conversation, I have a feeling I'm either going to regret this or enjoy it very much.

"And wear such spiffy duds?" Greg asks, he looks rediculous with all that icing sugar along his mouth.

"What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?!" Sara yelps, her pale cheeks turning just a bit red.

"Woa now, no need to get antsy, unless" Nick parries, this could get very interesting.

"Heh, yeah unless" Warrick adds, sharing a glance with the rest of us.

"Unless what? What are you guys unlessing?" she retorts, moving closer to the sink.

"Oh, nothing" Nick drawls, "Unless you know what Grissom did last night"

"Or got some of your own. Yeow" Warrick chuckles. Sara looks like a trapt tiger.

"What? 'cause for once I left without combing my hair? I never knew curls were a sign of guilt"

"We . . never said anything about guilt, did we?" I tip in my own two cents, time to get to the bottom of whatever our dear Sara Sidle is hiding.

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about. I just wanted my coffee, but if you guys want to investigate my personal life, then fine by me"

"Meeting him after work, are we?" Nick drawls again, smiling that sexy crooked smile that's probably taken more than one poor girl's virginity.

"As a matter of fact, yes I am meeting someone after shift, now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go find Grissom"

"What about me?" Gil asks from about oh, say three inches behind her. Speaking of Sarah, we all chuckle as she let out a shout of surprise and almost spills her coffee. Who said work can't be fun?

"We were just pickin' a bit of fun on Sara. . . So, you gonna tell us what you did last night?" Nick asks, a very brave move if I do say . . . okay those two are definately blushing. I have a very good feeling that they know what each other did last night. Intimately.

"Case work, Nick. And one very flexible crossword puzzle"

Sara just coughed, okay, this is officially wierding me out.

"Any more jokes, or are we all quite ready to take our assignments? I can always come back when you're all ready"

"Uh, no sir. We are ready and waiting" Warrick said with a salute and a grimace.

Again, I get paired with Greg on some missing person's case Eckley didn't finish. Great. So, he's in DNA and I'm looking over a mountain of file folders before I see Nick walking in. Hope Warrick's having better luck with Brass and that DB on the strip.

"What's up, Nicky?"

"You seen Sara? I know she's upset about Break Room, but it's still no reason to stiff me in the Garage"

"Uhh, no I haven't. . . but I'll make you a deal. You go back to the Garage and I will find our prodical daughter"

"Sure. Hey, you gonna be away from your file reading too long, because I can always keep lookin'"

"No! Noo, I'll find her. Go. Scamper"

"Alright" he leaves with a laugh. First place, Gil's office.

Walking up to the hallowed door, I have an uncontrollable urge to snoop, especially as I creep inside and shut the door and duck under a shelving unit at the sound of Gil and Sara's voices.

"Hey, what happened back there?" I can see Sara's skirt hem through the second shelf, she's sitting on his desk! Wow, that was fast.

"I dunno, I guess I just started to lose it" her voice sounds muffled. Darn.

"Sorry"

"They know you had sex last night"

"Catherine caught me serenading my spiders"

"You sang to your spiders? How cute, when are you going to sing to me?"

I can hear him shrug as his shoes go to sit on the desk beside Sara. This is too easy. Is that a dust bunny? Gross!

"Perhaps. . . after shift we can"

"Your place or mine?"

Oh boy, they ARE doing it! I feel like a kid who caught her teacher smooching the principle. Gil is gonna owe me big time.

"Later. For now, get going. Nick's probably waiting"

"And I've gotta change. Of all the days to give me car duty"

"Aw, but you look cute in those standard issue jumpsuits"

"Are you calling this ugly?" oooo, death blow!

"Uhh. . "

"Relax, Grissom. Not even you can get out of that riddle" she's turning to leave, oh no, cover, where's cover?

"Sara?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful"

"No prob" I crawl behind the door as she opens it, I don't think she saw me, but. . . oh crap!

"Catherine! What are you. . . How did . . . why aren't you with Greg?!" Gil shouts, holding a hand to his heart.

"You're one to talk, Mr. I just had sex with a subordinate" I say, jumping up from my hiding spot and dusting off as best I can. No way is Gil gonna make me look bad on this one.

"It's not like that"

"Oh really? What's it like?"

"It was never supposed to be like that"

"But it is"

"I know. . . Cath, I have a problem"

"Yeah"

"I'm in love"

Major may-day, major, freaking may-day!

"I'm sorry, come-again?"

"Catherine" his hands are on my shoulders, bodily contact means he's serious.

"I am . . . seeing Sara"

"I think you've been doing a bit more than looking"

From the way he's blushing? Oh yeah.

"I need your help"

"Don't even, Gil"

"I haven't said . . ."

"The only problem I see right now is the lack of Sara in the room. No, Gil, you fooled with that poor woman's emotions for too long to come crying to me because she gave you the best you ever had"

"Ouch. Dare I ask?"

"It was obvious. Are you going to break it off with Sara?"

"I don't want to. Why can't I be selfish at least ONCE! Why can't I have someone to come home to other than bugs!?"

"Woa, easy fella"

"Sorry, I . . . Cath I just don't know" by the way he's sitting defeated in his chair, I can tell he's been giving this some serious thought. Poor guy, I've known him since childhood, and this is the first time he's admitted he's got the hots for someone special. If he's not careful, they could both loose their jobs, but if he is careful they could end up being seriously unhappy.

"Gil, think about it. . . wait, you've already done too much of that. . . okay, I got it, just keep doing what you're doing, and uh, try not to plow the building down in the process, kay?"

"Kay"

"Great, well, I had better see what Greg's trying to cook up in the lab"

"Yeah. Safe bet. Oh, and Cath?"

"Yeah, Gil?"

"Between us, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Not a problem," I am going to have to cut my tongue out on this one.