Previously:
"... Just go."
"Why do you trust me?"
"I thought I explained that already."
"Do it again."
((sigh)) "Fine. I trust you because we're stuck in a closet together and you haven't yet castrated me, even though you claim to hate me."
"Claim to hate you? I do hate you, Sanders."
"That's another reason why I trust you. Despite your insulting, even rather anti-social personality, your snake-like personality, a venemous snake, of course, you never know when it will strike with it's long sharp, pointed fangs and horrible, seeping poison that you can feel as it drifts its way through your bloodstream to your entire body making you writhe in pain as it reaches your-"
"Out with it, Sanders."
"Yes. Right. Heh heh. Anyway, despite the personality that I have just described, I think you're a good person. Deep down. Like, really deep down. Like, incredibly deep. Like so deep that there is no return if someone should venture into its abyss of dark and slimy terror-"
"Okay, stop that. Do you have a question or not?"
"Yes! Yes I do. Why do you care that I trust you?"
"... Can I pass?"
"You most certainly cannot."
"Is that in the rules?"
"Yes."
"How do you know?"
"I made up the rules, Sara. My game, remember? So spill it."
"I dunno why I care, honestly. I think I care because I didn't think you would trust me, and it's a little surprising to me. And also, I guess ... because I didn't, uh,exactly trust you... all that much... and I just didn't think you'd... trust me... if I didn't trust you..."
((hurt))"Oh. I see."
"Greg..."
"No, no, I sort of understand. No big, right?" ((grin))
((wary)) "Right. I guess. Um. Right, my turn. Umm... why don't you think Warrick likes you?"
"Have you ever actually seen Warrick talk to me?"
"Er... no, now that you mention it, I haven't."
"That's because he doesn't talk to me. And when he does talk to me, it's all business. And most of the time, Catherine has made him come get the results for something. Did you know he's never once asked me about my coffee? I don't think he knows what kind it is. He likes it enough, though. He drinks it all the time."
"You're ranting."
"Well, it makes me mad! I like that coffee!"
"Heh. Your turn."
"Okay. Wait a second, I have to think of one..." ((thinks)) "Oh! Got it! I've asked you this one before."
"Okay."
"And you never answered me."
"All right."
"And I really wanted to know-"
"Just ask it!"
"What did that Hank guy have that I didn't?"
A/N: The chapters may be getting a little more serious here in a while, but there's alway going to be comic relief, so worry not! Next chapter up by 5-7-05!