Disclaimer: Okay, once again I must say that I do not own CSI, if I did William Petersen and George Eads would be locked in my bedroom and we would be…..playing cards. He he he. So sue me for liking William P. Like they say, a man is like a fine wine, it's best with aging. LoL. At least that's what my parents say. Hmm, maybe I should tell them to stay out od the liquor cabinet. Anyways, this chapter is freaking hilarious if I do say so myself and has nearly nothing to do with the cases. It's mainly just about their personal lives, hence the title. Anyways, this chapter was written under the influence of Dr. Pepper and The Who's, Who Are You, which Woody27 burned for me. THANK YOU RACHAEL!

Dedication: I would like to dedicate this chapter to George Eads for always being hot and sexy on screen. You have NO idea how that makes me feel. LOL. Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!

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Chapter Six – Not Everything Is Work Related

Catherine ran up to Warrick just as he was heading out the door to his car. She wanted to talk to him in private, without Nick ogling them. She grabbed him by the sleeve of his blue and green striped shirt and turned him around to face her. He looked at her with sad eyes as they stared at each other for a moment.

"Warrick, I need to talk to you in my office." Warrick nodded and followed her into her office and sat down as she pulled down the blinds to cover her windows.

"Catherine, do we have to talk about this? Can't we just…forget it ever happened?"

"No Warrick, we can't. Look, I wanted to talk to you because…I wanted to know how you feel. For a while I thought you liked the kiss and then…every time I see your face you look sad, like you did something wrong. You're confusing me and I just want to know here and know how you feel." Warrick leaned his head back and let out a deep sigh.

"I don't know Cath. Yes, I do feel something when I'm around you. But you're my boss! I don't know what to do. I just don't want to turn into Griss and Sara."

"Yah, I can understand why you wouldn't want that. Griss got tanked the other night, explaining to me everything that was going on with them. But anyways, Warrick, why should it matter that I'm your boss? There's no policy that forbids it."

"Wait! Hold up a minute here. Are you saying you want to date me?" Catherine smiled, placing her high-heeled shoes on top of her desk.

"Why yes I am Warrick. I thought you were smarter than that. Has Grissom taught you nothing? It's all in the evidence." Warrick chuckled slightly at the thought of his ex-boss. Catherine leaned over her desk, going in for a kiss, when Bobby knocked on the door and entered moments later.

"Catherine, sorry to interrupt," he obviously didn't know what was going on, "but I just did a check on the bullets you recovered from the vic and, this is where it gets weird, it's from one of the guns we use." Catherine's expression was blank, " What I mean by that is…whoever the killer is, either knew a CSI here or is a CSI here." Catherine shot up, placing her hands firmly on her desk.

"What? Are you positive?" Her voice was loud and flustered.

"Yah, I'm sure. Just about a month ago they changed the bullets that we carry. No CSI's knew about it, it was just like a tracer I guess. There have been many reports of dirty cops and CSI's so they decided to do this. All the CSI's bullets have engravings on them that say Las Vegas CSI, well at least if you're stationed here." Catherine fell back into her chair.

"So that means that we have a dirty CSI here?" asked Warrick.

"Yah. That or someone stole the gun from a CSI. Either way, it narrows the search down a little."

"Yah, and it's the only real evidence we have now. Thanks Bobby. You've been a huge help." Catherine forced a smiled as Bobby left.

"This is big Cath."

"You bet it is. You need to go. Go with Nick and get those prints before the site opens back up again." Warrick nodded and got up to leave. Just as he reached for the door Catherine grabbed him and turned him around. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. It felt nice. She hadn't had a kiss in close to six months and this was just perfect.

"That was nice."

"Ya, you're not that bad a kisser 'Rick. Oh, when you get back with the prints, leave them for Greg to process when he gets back from his night off. I'm sure he'll have time to do it. I'm just not that comfortable with Sofia. I have to stay into Graveyard shift to talk to Griss anyway, I'll make sure he takes care of it." Warrick nodded and left the building, wondering why Cath hadn't wanted Sofia to process the prints.

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"Greg, what you said to Grissom yesterday was kind of harsh." Sara looked across the table at her date. They had come to a bar in the Rampart on Greg's recommendation.

She had dressed in a flowy, faded green skirt that went to just above her knees. Her top was a black peasant girl top but only covered one shoulder. The slant in the top went from her right shoulders to under her left arm, exposing her left shoulder. Her hair was straightened and she had on a little make-up but not much.

"I know. I was just trying to rattle his cage but I should have figured he would take it the wrong way. That guy needs to learn how to take a joke." Greg laughed, his eyes crinkling for a moment. He had dressed nicely also. His shirt was button down, striped in different shades of blue. His pants were dark blue and faded. His shoes were just a pair of black Vans with the white V symbol on them.

"Yah, I know what you mean. When he and I first met, about 10 years ago, he was nice. He knew how to laugh and even cracked a few jokes himself. But when he called me back 5 years ago after the Holly Gribbs shooting, he just changed somehow. He's so stiff and protective…it's just unnerving to see him so different from the way I first met him." Greg took notice to the distant look Sara had in her eyes as she spoke of him.

"You and Griss were good friends back then?" Sara smiled, her eyes glazed over.

"Yah, really good friends. I wish I could say I don't know what made him change but…the sad truth is I do know." Greg looked at her, urging her to go on. "Our feelings just…changed. I grew feelings for him and…he felt the same way but he couldn't give up his career for them."

"How do you know that?"

"I heard him telling that to Dr. Lurie in the interrogation room almost a year and a half ago."

"You mean from the Debbie Marlin case?" Sara nodded. "Wow! I never knew Griss could get so personal." Sara sadly smiled. When she looked up she saw Greg's eyes almost shooting out of his head. She looked over her shoulder to where he was staring. She quickly turned around and took a long swig of her beer.

"What is he doing here?" Greg sat up a little more and took a better look.

"Looks like he's having a few drinks with Catherine. I guess we all took advantage of our night off. Man, and he's already chugged down quite a few Jack Daniels. He's going to be paying for that tomorrow."

"Why is going out for a drink again? He just went out with Cath the other night for a drink. Got wasted too."

"Hmm, maybe had more to vent about. He's talking pretty fast over there. I'm glad I'm not Cath; she's probably having a hard time understanding him with all that alcohol in his system." Both chuckled a little. Suddenly a thought popped into Greg's head. "Sara, we're at a bar where there's a dance floor that we have yet to take advantage of. Would you care to join me for this dance?" Sara smiled and took his hand.

"I would love to Greg." Both headed out to the floor where Louie the 14th's, Finding Out True Love Is Blind, was playing. Sara started laughing as Greg started doing the Funky Chicken preceded by the Sprinkler.

"Greg stop it, you look like an idiot!" Sara said through laughs. "Greg, stay right here, I'll be right back. I just have to get loosened up." Sara headed back to the table where she proceeded to down her bottle of Sam Adams and finish Greg's shot of Tequila, all while having Grissom in plain view. She ordered another Sam Adams and downed it before heading back out to the dance floor with a buzz.

"Yah, you're getting into it Sara." Greg laughed as he danced with a, now drunk, Sara. Both were jumping up and down to Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue.

"I need another drink," Sara said, accept it was a lot more slurred.

She walked up to the bar, making sure to walk past Grissom. She ordered a shot of Tequila and when she was done with that shot she gulped down another. Grissom watched her in horror but was too inebriated to do anything about it. Cath had already passed out on the table so Grissom was unable to leave her. Instead he watched Sara and hoped he would sober up.

Her and Greg flopped around on the dance floor to The Who's, Who Are You, a song Sara had once said reminded her of their line of work. "The song consistently asked 'who are you' and as a CSI that's something we're always asking," she had once said to him as Greg blasted the song throughout the lab. Greg spun her around as they both laughed in intoxication.

Then it got to the slow part of the songin the middleand Greg wrapped his arms around Sara's waist as she wrapped her arms lazily around his neck. Grissom felt a flame of anger rise in his chest at the way Greg was looking at her. The flame nearly turned into an explosion when Sara leaned up and Greg pressed his lips to hers. It only lasted a moment before Sara pulled back and stared at him dazed. The song was almost non-existent as Sara climbed on top of the table and yelled at the top of her lungs, " I just wanted everyone here to know that I am drunk! And," she said as though it was a second thought, "I am in love with Gilbert Grissom. Thank you, g'nite!" She then passed out, into the arms of a wide-eyed Greg.

Grissom stared with open eyes as she did this, wondering if his inebriation was playing tricks with his vision. Right before she had fallen she had made direct eye contact with him, signaling that she knew he was there. His mind was full of confusion now. She had kissed Greg but then said she loved him. He passed it off as her being drunk but the thought never left his mind for one minute that night.