10:51

Previously:

"Shut up or I'll tell Warrick about you're little fear."

"...Damn you."

((silence))

"Psst!"

"Greg, I'm right here. And didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

"But Sara-"

"Be quiet."

((silence))

((silence))

"Sara, I-"

"Be quiet."

((silence))

((silence))

((blurting)) "I'm bored!"

"That is absolutely fascinating. Now, shut up."

((pouts)) "You're boring."

"Shut u- wait, what? What do you mean, I'm boring?"

"You're boring! I could think of a lot of things to do in this closet, but you won't order me to do anything but be quiet. That's boring! You're boring!"

"First of all, you are such a guy. What makes you think I'd do anything in this cloest with you? What kind of woman do you think I am?"

"Hey! I take offense to that! I didn't even mean to be a pervert this time!"

"Right. I'm believing that for a second."

"It's true! Why don't we... play a game!"

"No."

"What? Why not?"

"I'm not going to play a game. Besides, it's not like this closet is brimming with boxes of Parcheesi and Chess boards."

"Not those kinds of games! Haven't you ever been stuck in a car for a really long time?"

"Yes. But I, like a normal person, have a conversation with whoever is with me that does not consist of singing about a yellow ribbon."

"For your information, that song is not about a yellow ribbon it's about-"

"I don't care!"

"Well, if you don't want to play a game, why don't we have a conversation?"

((snort)) "Yeah, right."

"What? I can have a conversation."

"Really? I've never seen you do it."

"HA! I've got you! We're having a conversation right now!"

"I meant a normal conversation. And we're not having a conversation, we're having an argument."

"An argument is a type of conversation."

"It is not. They're two completely different things."

"Well, if I can't have a conversation, how about we play a game?"

"Or, how bout we don't?"

"Then what are we going to do?"

"Stay silent and listen for footsteps and then yell our goddamn heads off in hopes that whoever is passing by will hear us."

"That could be hours from now, Sara! I can't be quiet for hours!"

"Have you ever tried?"

"As a matter of fact, I have. My dad made me be quiet whenever we had guests over when I was a kid. I hated it, and I'm never doing it again. Ever. And you'll never make me."

"Even if I tell Nick about your fear of the dark?"

"Nick already knows, so that won't work."

"How does Nick know? Wait, I don't think I want to hear this one. What if I tell Warrick?"

"I don't care what Warrick thinks about me. I don't think Warrick likes me very much, anyway."

"I'll tell Grissom!"

"So? Grissom won't care! He has better things to do. He might try to psycho-analyze me, but that's about the extent of the trouble he'll cause. In fact, I don't care if you tell anyone."

"You're bluffing. If you really didn't care, you would have told me sooner and you know it."

"How do you know? I'm weird, remember."

"Oh... yeah."

"You're not supposed to agree!"

"Why would I argue with the truth?"

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updating. I've had writiers block! You guys still love me though, right? ... Right? Please R&R!