He was beyond tired and wondering where the hell the coffee ran off to. Any cup would do, even if it tasted like gasoline. He really needed some perk, or they'd be things happening. Bad, awful things.

"A HAH!" he shouted suddenly, lifting up a small bag of coffee. "You thought you were crafty, didn't you? My torture amuses you, dosen't it? Well, I'm going to drink you. Then who'll be the one laughing?"

"Greg, who are you talking to?" said Grissom as he entered the break room and sat down. He sifted through a pile of papers till he found the crossword puzzle.

"The coffee. Its mission in life is to spite me," he said while mildly glaring at the bag.

Grissom raised an eyebrow, but decided to leave it at that. Questions would only cause more strange answers. There was a long silence as Greg made coffee, then a strange sound of pleasure as he took the first sip. Grissom cleared his throat:

"So how's your case going with Sara?"

"Oh, didn't she tell you? We got that baby solved not too long ago. We're geniuses," Greg said while grinning proudly. "Apparently, Lauren Steen was suspicious that her husband was cheating, so she hired a Private Investigator to check it out. The PI tells her that he is, in fact, cheating with Lauren's sister in his office late at night. Then she gets it into head that it would be a good idea to kill her husband. So, she waits in his office for him to get in and when somebody opens the door, she shoots, but it turns out it was the secretary coming in to drop off some files,"

"Hmm. So it was just a coincidence. But, she still had the intent to kill," said Grissom analyzing the info. "Good job Greg," Grissom said with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Thanks Gris," Greg said sincerely. He always loved getting compliments from Grissom. They were so rare and so meaningful. Greg felt that he still had to prove himself after the mess up on his proficiency. He felt absolutely horrible whenever he screwed up in front of Grissom. He did NOT want to have another incident like that. He remembered Grissom's face. Anger and disappointment was visible in his eyes… mostly anger. And it all happened in front of Hodges, no less. The smug kiss-ass had a field day spreading that little bit of information all over the lab.

"Think happy thoughts. The case is solved. Everything's great." he thought soothingly.

"So, are you ready for another? There's a double homicide that might interest you," said Grissom.

"Sure thing, boss," he took the file and with a wave he went off in search of Sara.

A/N: I promise the story will get better…and actually have a point. But, 'tis very late right now and I need sleep. 