Disclaimer: You ought to know by now, so say it with me…"CSI and Co. don't belong to me, I just enjoy messing with their lives!"

A/N: Hey y'all once again! Oh my gosh, I never expected this story to do as well as it has been. I was expecting a grand total of five reviews a chapter, and that only if I was lucky lol. So thanks for making this a success! Thanks to the people who reviewed informing me that my "Norwegian" sucked lol. I think I'll refrain from using it, other than their nicknames, and because I'm lazy, I'm not going to go back and change it. Also, thanks to everyone who answered my poll; y'all gave me some great ideas! Now, onto the chapter, which will be shorter than some of the others, but it's got good stuff in it, like the person who finds them, and a couple of other funny parts. Also, some fluffy goodness near the end. Now onto what you really want to read; the story!

A Marriage of Convenience?

Chapter Five

"Dr. Grissom, I've got your results-" Hodges stopped abruptly as he walked into the break room in search of Grissom. "They aren't dating my ass."

In his opinion, Greg and Sara were once again looking awfully cozy for two people who, and he quoted, 'were not dating'. They were on the lounge couch, sleeping soundly to all appearances. Sara was on her side, her back against the couch. She was lying with her head on Greg's chest, one hand curled up under her chin. Her other hand was resting near her head, flat on Greg's chest. His hand was covering hers, while his other arm was around her back. To anyone who didn't know them better, they'd say that they looked like a couple very much in love.

"We'll see if they don't believe me now!" Hodges gave a satisfied smirk and disappeared in search of someone from the nightshift.

"Did you just have the same nightmare as me?" Greg whispered sleepily, holding her tighter, not wanting to get up yet.

"If you mean the one where Hodges caught us once again in a compromising situation, then yeah, I did," she whispered back, also feeling too comfortable and relaxed to move just yet.

"Maybe we should just stay here and let everyone find out," Greg said through a yawn.

"Maybe."

"But if we get up, we'll ruin Hodges' fun," Greg played devil's advocate with himself.

"Definitely get up then," Sara said sleepily.

With Greg's help, she sat up, stretching as she got to her feet. She tugged on Greg's hands and pulled him to his feet too. They each poured a cup of coffee, and sat down next to each other at the table and began working on a crossword puzzle. Not a minute later they heard voices outside the door.

"They're in here, spooning on the couch," Hodges whispered, and a second later they saw Catherine stick her head in.

"No they're not," she replied to Hodges, an annoyed look on her face as she stepped into the break room.

"What!" Hodges entered the room also. "You two!"

"Yes?" Greg looked up at him, an all-too-innocent smile on his face.

"You were sleeping together!" Hodges accused, pointing towards the couch.

"No we weren't," Sara raised an eyebrow at him for a second before turning back to the crossword puzzle. "What's a six letter word for place of perfection?"

"Utopia?" Greg suggested after looking at the puzzle.

"You mean just like you said that you weren't dating after I saw you kiss?" Hodges tried again.

"Kiss?" Greg put on a confused expression. "Do you need glasses Hodges? Cause I think you've been seeing things."

"No I haven't!" He whined, crossing his arms and looking very much like a petulant child. "I've never seen anything that wasn't there."

"Then you must need some type of anti-hallucinogen, cause you're definitely imagining things," Greg smiled innocently, spinning around in the chair.

Catherine and Sara had been doing their best to keep from laughing, but at the look on Greg's face, they burst out laughing. Hodges turned to glare at both of them, and that only made them grab their stomachs as they laughed harder. Catherine collapsed into a chair next to Sara, and they leaned on each other as Hodges huffed in annoyance before leaving the room.

"Oh…my…lord…" Catherine gasped out, trying to get her breathing back under control.

"That…was priceless!" Sara laughed, wiping her eyes as she stood up to go get another cup of coffee.

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Nick looked at them as he entered, Warrick and Grissom right behind him.

"And what's up with Hodges? He just gave Grissom the results…without sucking up," Warrick added.

Those words sent the girls into another fit of laughter. Catherine collapsed back into the chair, resting her head on her arms, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Sara had been standing, intent on getting another cup of coffee, and the slight lack of oxygen from laughing so hard caused her to start to fall, but Greg was there and swiftly scooped her up in his arms. The others looked on in amusement at the two of them. It was odd to see them acting so close, but since both of them were so much happier these days, they didn't dwell on why they were.

"All right vennen min, calm down," he shook his head in amusement as she burrowed her face in his shoulder. "Try to actually breathe."

"Okay, okay, we're calm, I promise," Sara assured him a moment later. "You can put me down now kjære."

"Sure thing," he carefully set her on her feet, keeping a hand on her elbow to make sure she was steady enough.

"You know, I don't think I want to know," Nick looked at the three of them like they were crazy.

"You don't, trust me," Catherine wiped her face with a handkerchief that Warrick handed her. "Just promise me one thing."

"Sure," Nick nodded.

"Don't say Hodges' name again for a while," she gave a small laugh, and Sara clapped her hands over her mouth to keep from starting up again.

"We'll be sure not to," Warrick answered, shaking his head. Just then a cell phone went off, and everyone went to check theirs.

"It's mine," Greg spoke up before answering it. "Sanders. Oh hi Ms. Wilkinson. What? Okay, we'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks for letting us know."

"What'd she want?" Sara looked over at him.

"Duke's howling like a siren she says," he answered, and everyone but Catherine looked confused at the name Duke. "She thinks he might be hurt or something."

"Who's Duke?" Grissom looked at them.

"The puppy. Except he's one year old, so he's really not quite a puppy," Sara explained.

"Hey Gris, is it all right if we go home and check it out?" Greg asked.

"Sure. You can go ahead and clock out too, if you want. Shift's almost over, and I doubt we'll get any cases. If we do, I'll page you," Grissom nodded.

"Sweet," Sara exclaimed. "See you guys later!"

"Did anyone else pick up on the part 'if we go home' other than me?" Warrick asked, looking at the others after Greg and Sara had left.

"Sara's staying with Greg," Catherine explained. "She's got a pest problem, and he offered her a guest room."

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"Oh my lord," Greg burst out laughing once they entered their house and found where Duke was.

Duke had somehow managed to get his head stuck between the bars of the stair handrail. His head could just fit between them when it was vertical, but in his panic, Duke had turned his head trying to get it out, and it wouldn't obviously. Sara glared at Greg who was doing nothing before going over to Duke. She physically turned him so his head was straight again, and helped him ease it from between the bars. Duke threw himself at her and she fell back against the wall as he cuddled into her. Greg sat down next to her, and they both began to rub and pet the shaking dog.

"Poor baby," Sara kissed the now much calmer dog on the head.

"More like stupid baby," Greg gave another laugh as Belladonna came over and hopped up onto Greg's shoulder, sitting primly. (A/N: My cat does this!)

"Maybe just a little," Sara agreed. "But it's all right, cause you have to be crazy or stupid to be part of this family we've created."

"You're admitting that you and your cat are stupid or crazy?"

"Well, Belladonna likes you, and I married you, so we must be."

"Very funny," he elbowed her gently, so as not to disturb the sleeping dog. Worn out from his howling, he had gone to sleep on their laps.

"I'm glad you agree," she smiled. "So whose car do you want to take tomorrow night?"

"About that…" he trailed off nervously. "Don't hate me, but the other day my mom called, and I mentioned the ball, and she insisted on arranging for a limo to come pick us up."

"Really? Cool, I've never been in a limo before!" Sara said excitedly.

"All part of the grand entrance we're gonna make. I can't wait to see you in a dress!" Greg waggled his eyebrows up and down. "You only ever wear pants."

"Well duh. Dresses aren't the best thing for working," she rolled her eyes. "And you saw me in shorts the other day."

"True, but still, that's a type of pants," he pointed out. "I dare you to wear a skirt, no wait, a mini-skirt, to work some evening."

"Yeah right," scoffed Sara. "What happens in the field, Mr. Smarty Pants?"

"Well, I'll do all the dirty work. You only have to do photos or fingerprinting, or easily collectible evidence."

"And if I'm not paired with you?" She countered.

"Well, I'm sure the other guys will be so busy staring at your gorgeously long, legs-for-days, that they'll do whatever you command."

"Very funny, but my legs are nowhere near gorgeous or for days. That's Catherine, from all her dancing. She's got the looks and figure that guys like."

"Nope," Greg shook his head.

"What do you mean nope?"

"Just that, nope. I said your legs were gorgeous, but that was a lie," Greg started.

"See," Sara interrupted.

"I wasn't finished," he put a finger to her lips. "Your legs are gorgeous, but so are you…all of you. There's not a single thing that isn't. Your eyes and hair especially."

"You mean it?" she asked timidly, once again, wanting the approval she had never really gotten from anyone.

"Hell yeah! In the lab sometimes, back when I had that major crush on you, you'd come in and I'd get distracted because I'd want to run my fingers through your hair," he admitted, somewhat bashfully, putting an arm around her shoulder and doing just that. "Definitely a perk of being married to you."

"You know it's funny," Sara commented, closing her eyes at the tingles that were running down her spine as his nimble fingers played gently with her hair, massaging her scalp and neck lightly also.

"Hmm?"

"I said no those times you asked me out on a date, but I said yes to marrying you," she laughed softly.

"Like I said, Lady Luck was on my side, and someone up above answered my prayers," he smiled, and turned his head to press a kiss to her hair. "You know I care about you, right vennen min? And that I'll always be here for you, no matter what we end up as in the future."

"Yeah, I do," she tilted her head so she could look him in the eye.

"Good. Just wanted to make sure," he said sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes, completely ruining the moment.

"Well that was a nice touch," she smacked him on the arm, startling both dog and cat, who decided a nap would be better enjoyed elsewhere and left.

"I thought so too, now come on, we've got the ball tomorrow, or I guess actually tonight," Greg amended, seeing it was a little past four a.m. "And we're already behind on sleep, so we need to catch up."

"All right," Sara agreed, letting Greg pull her to her feet.

"Good night," he said, heading for the stairs.

"What, no good night kiss?" Sara mocked him.

"Must have slipped my mind," he apologised, and turned around and came back. Leaning his head down, he met her lips lightly, so lightly that it could hardly be called a kiss.

"You're going to have to do better than that," she teased as he pulled back.

"And what'll I get in return?" he retorted cheekily.

"My company in bed tonight," she smirked at the look on his face before she added, "Just sleeping."

"Darn."

"Actually, I've been having nightmares, about the lab explosion again," her voice trailed off in a whisper, and she looked down at her hand, where a faint scar could be seen.

"I still have 'em too," he took her hand and they began to walk upstairs. "You could've talked to me, I mean even before we got married you know. I think I probably understand better than anyone."

"I know, I just have a hard time opening up," she admitted. "It's something I talked about in counseling, and I'm really working on opening up."

"You're doing great," he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. "Don't feel like you have to though. But anytime you want to talk, I'm here."

"Thanks."

"You'll be over in a few minutes?"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna throw on my p.j.'s," she nodded, and disappeared into her room to change while Greg went into his room and just took on his shirt and pants, leaving his boxers.

Greg pulled back the quilt and sheet that were on his bed, and moved his pillow to one side.

"Do you have a side preference?" He asked as Sara came in carrying a pillow, wearing shorts and a cami.

"Not really," she shrugged, throwing her pillow down in the empty spot.

"All righty then," Greg replied as she climbed into bed.

"Good night kjære," Sara gave him a quick smile before he turned out the light.

"Good night vennen min," he yawned, climbing into bed.

A few minutes later, after some tossing and turning, they came to an unspoken agreement. Sara wiggled over towards Greg's open arms and curled up against him, both taking the comfort. It was in that position that they both fell asleep not long after.

A/N: Okay, that's it. Sorry it's shorter than the others, but just think about how the next chapter is going to be longer than my usual ones because of the ball and stuff. So please don't hate me too much lol. As clichéd as it sounds sometimes, real life does get in the way of writing this, and of the time I have to write. As always, feel free to review, but as long as you enjoyed it, that's enough for me!