A/N: Sry about the wait. I had a bit of writers block this morning. I'm swiching POV, it's still a narrative but now it is narating the rest of the team.Mega-Culpa never happened, BTW who else here hated that episode? Raise your hands high. I heard that the team gets bact together in Bodies in Motion (that's the season premire in 12 days for those of you who aren't as obsessed as I am).
Disclamer: I don't feel like doing a disclamer today so i'm doing a quiz question to compare what the answer is as far as we know. When dose Graveyard shift start? I've heard 11 but i'm not positive. Any insites witll be apreciated.
I'll shut up and let youread the story now.
Chapter 4
They sat in a circle. They didn't say anything, just sat in a circle, in shock. No one could think of anything to say so they just sat there sipping at cups of Greg's semi-famous Blue-Hawaiian coffee, which pissed Greg off when he came in. When no one responded to him walking in by trying to hide the coffee, he knew something was up.
"Did I miss something?" he asked, but was only answered in silence.
When Warrick finally broke the silence it was to tell Greg that he had missed something—a lot actually.
Greg frowned when the coffee pot only gave him half a cup of coffee and he set a new pot to boil as he asked, "Well anyone gonna fill me in?"
Catherine eyed the empty seat as if willing him to sit down. Noticing this he sat.
"Grissom and Sara are on a three day suspension," she told him, pausing to let him take that in.
"Ok," Greg replied slowly. "Why?"
"Ecklie," she told him, pausing to look at his chair as if making sure it was sturdy enough for him. "Caught them." She mouthed the words 'Making out' like a teenager afraid to say the words.
Greg shat there in shock, glad that Catherine had made him sit down.
"Come again?" he said.
He had been looking at Catherine but it was Nick who butted in, cutting to the chase. "Ecklie found Grissom and Sara making out in Grissom's office."
He frowned and muttered to himself, 'Damn it didn't work.' His eyes widened at realization of what he had just said. He tried to make a break for it, but running out the door, but Warrick stopped him as Nick grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back.
"Greg what did you do?" asked Catherine.
"Nothing," he lied.
"You're a horrible liar," she informed him.
"Ok, ok, I. . ." he trailed off.
"Tell us there are way too many lethal weapons in this place to be caught lying."
"I sent her an anonymous e-mail,"
"What's your password?" asked Catherine.
"What!" exclaimed Greg.
"Any e-mail that makes Sara Sidle go and start making out with Grissom is an e-mail I definitely have to see." She told Greg, who was still stunned at the thought of giving Catherine access to his e-mail account.
"You let me go and I'll type in my own password," he told them and stained to get free.
"No, you'll only make a run for it when you're loose."
"Fine," he scowled. "Password."
"Yes, what is it?" Catherine asked, her hand poised over the keyboard of the computer.
"Password," he said again.
"That's what I asked. This is what, the sixth time I'm asking?
"Forth and I told you, my password is password."
"Oh," said Catherine lamely. Warrick laughed receiving a week punch from Catherine. Nick hide his grin even though he knew the punishment was bearable.
Catherine quickly skimed the e-mail. "I don't see how this innocent little e-mail could lead to them making out in his office."
"Maybe if you added this to the mix it might," said Warrick pointing at the Dear Abby letter on the table. Everyone, even Greg, leaned in to see the article. Three faces swivled around toward Greg.
"I did not put that there," he defended himself. Three pairs of eyes burned holes into him. "Ok ok I did."
Catherine drained her coffee and set down the cup with a bang. "Court adjourned, you are free to go." Nick and Warrick were amazed that she was able to say that with a straight face, seeing that they started cracking up as soon as Greg was out of sight. Catherine joined them in laughing her head off.
Between laughs she reached for her cell phone and looked up Sara's cell phone number.
They broke apart when her phone chimed from the inside pocket of her jean jacket. She pulled away a bit more and undid the buttons so she could get to her phone.
"Catherine?" she murmured in question.
She looked at the small screen of her phone announcing the call then back at Grissom. She turned the phone off before retreating back into Grissom's arms.
A/N: oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, now what? In all honesty I have no clue, LOL I have no plan at all. Any answers to the above quiz question can be answered in a reveiw.