A/N: I really have no excuse as to how late I've posted this. A month! Whoa! I'm really sorry... Writer's block has plagued me. But I buckled down and wrote it, so... leave me some love! Or hate, or indifference... I don't care. Have fun reading! It's not the end, either, that'll probably be the next chapter... and I'm thinking of having an epilogue in full text, not just dialouge. With fluff! Yay! All right, so... enjoy!

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12:01

"Greg?"

"Yeah?"

"What time is it?"

"Twelve o' one."

"... Like, one minute after midnight?"

"Yes."

"But I thought people were coming at midnight."

"Well, not exactly midnight."

"You said they were coming at midnight. It's past midnight."

"Sara, I said they'd come around midnight. Not exactly at midnight. Chill. Someone will be here."

"What if they don't come? You said midnight and it's past midnight."

"By a minute."

"Still passed midnight."

"Okay, Rain Man? I said it'd be around midnight that someone would come. So stop your worrying. Someone will come."

"... sorry..."

"S'all right."

"I just hate being in this stupid closet."

"Claustrophobic?"

"Not until now, apparantly."

"We'll be out soon, don't worry. You should sleep."

"If people are coming soon, why should I sleep?"

"Because you're tired?"

"People aren't coming, are they."

"They are too! Grissom and Brass came when I was stuck in here last time..."

"By the way, what did you and Nick talk about when you were stuck in here?"

"I dunno. Video games. Sports."

"Guy stuff."

"Hey, girls play video games!"

"But we're not obsessed like you two are."

"... Sara. No one in any gender is as obsessed as me and Nicky. Male, female, or... otherwise."

((laughs)) "What time is it now?"

"12:03."

"Jeez, this is taking forever! I hate this closet! I hate it!"

"Sara, calm down. It's just a closet. We'll get out eventually. Unfortunately, I'll probably wind up in here again..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I was in here before, right? And I got out, right? And yet, it sucked me back in with its alluring promise of spare gloves."

"... that's an alluring promise?"

"... yes."

"Whatever."

((silence))

"What time is it now, Greg?"

"12:05."

"Great..."

((silence))

((silence))

"Hey Sara?"

"Yeah?"

"We're never getting out of here, are we."

"Nope."