Harriet could hear her phone ringing. She groaned and moved her head on the pillow. She felt a lump in it so she hit it. What she wasn't expecting was for the pillow to complain about it.
'Oomph. What was that for?' a tired sounding Greg, whined.
Harriet sat up and realised the lump in the pillow had in fact been Greg's ribs. They must have fallen asleep on the sofa after the wine drinking last night. (Greg and Harriet, not Greg's ribs!)
'Sorry I thought you were a pillow,' she explained, groggily.
Her phone rang again, quickly followed by another ring, which was from Greg's phone. He groaned, picked up his phone and wandered through to his bedroom, probably going to use the facilities at the same time. She heard him say 'Hey Grissom what's up?'
'Hello?' Harriet answered her phone.
'Harriet? It's Sara, where are you?'
'I'm at home. Why, what time is it?'
'It's 8.30, we were worried because you and Greg aren't here.'
'Oh my God, we overslept, I'm sorry we'll be right there,' Harriet said, getting up and running into her room to find some clean clothes.
'Ok, well hurry up Grissom isn't too pleased.'
'Thanks. Bye' Harriet hung up.
She quickly began rifling through her closet to find some clean clothes and got dressed as quickly as she could. She almost fell twice and judging by the amount of thudding that was coming from Greg's room, he was also getting changed in a hurry without maintaining his balance as effectively.
'You two had better be talking to each other now or I am going to be even more pissed off about you being late than I already am,' was Grissom's greeting as Harriet and Greg ran down the corridor of the crime lab in an attempt to make up for being late.
The deed was done however and getting out of breath just to get an earful five minutes sooner seemed futile. We might as well have walked, Harriet thought, at least we could have put this off.
'Yes, we're talking now,' Greg replied.
'And we're sorry we're late,' Harriet added, 'It wont happen again.'
'I hope not, get to work, your lab is backlogged, we've had a busy night already and Greg this is the second time in just over a week that you've been late, it's not like you, sort yourself out.' Grissom ordered before storming into his office.
'Yes sir,' Greg replied to the empty space where his supervisor had once stood.
'I'll see you later,' Harriet said and started to walk towards the lab.
'Yeah, we'll grab a bite later ok?' Greg suggested.
'It depends how I get on if the lab is backlogged but yeah o.k.' She headed into the lab, passing Nick and Warrick on the way, giving them a wave as they headed in Greg's direction.
'Hey Greg, you stud!' Sara said as he came to join her at the crime scene they would both be working on.
Sara gave him a knowing smile, which he didn't understand, and continued to bag a piece of evidence.
'Sorry I'm late and when did you finally realise I was a stud?' Greg replied, setting his kit down next to hers and taking out his flashlight, shining it across the floor of the house.
'When I found out why you were late again,' Sara grinned again as she lifted a print off a lamp stand.
Greg looked at her, very confused. As much as he liked the idea that she thought he was a stud, he knew her too well to believe her.
'O.K I'm very confused, what's the big joke?' he asked.
'Oh nothing, just something Harriet said earlier when I rang to find out what had happened to you guys,' Sara said, looking in a trashcan.
'I know for a fact, Harriet is the last person on this earth who thinks I'm a stud so what are you talking about?'
Sara looked at him and grinned 'you know what I'm talking about.'
'No I don't,' Greg said, getting frustrated.
'You don't?' Sara asked, her smile dropping a little.
'Care to enlighten me?'
'Oh no it's nothing, just a misunderstanding.'
'Sara!'
'Hey, what do you make of these markings..?'
'Sara!'
Harriet rubbed her eyes and looked into the microscope again, analysing the hair sample that was magnified beneath the lens. Working fast wasn't a problem for her but she hated feeling behind, losing an hour was still an hour no matter how fast she worked. However, she was gradually coming up to speed by running DNA samples whilst looking at hair samples at the same time. She only had three more samples to run and she was up to date with the backlog and the samples that had been brought in since she had got in to work. She hadn't done too badly if she said so herself.
'Did you tell Sara that we had sex?'
Harriet nearly fell off her chair in surprise. She looked up from the microscope to see her roommate looking at her with a half smile on his face.
'I beg your pardon?' Harriet said, feeling her face burn.
'Sara's been acting weird around me all shift, kind of like she's laughing about something and she called me a stud earlier and said it had to do with something you said to her on the phone,' Greg explained.
Harriet frowned and looked at the floor for a minute, trying to recall the conversation they had had on the phone. After a minute, she looked up her eyes widened.
'Ohhhh,' she said in realisation.
'What do you mean Ohhhh?' he asked.
'I told her we overslept,' Harriet said.
'Ohhhh,' Greg mirrored Harriet's earlier utterance of realisation and then smiled, obviously everything had fallen in to place.
'Sorry, she must have got the wrong idea.' Harriet said, trying not to laugh herself.
'Ah, no worries.'
'Was that all you wanted? I've still got some more samples to run,' Harriet said.
'Oh no, I got you a present on the way back over here,' Greg said.
For the first time, Harriet noticed the brown paper bag he was carrying was not an evidence bag, but what looked like a grocery bag. He handed it to her. She took it from him and smiled, curious as to what he could have bought her. Inside the bag were a small plastic tank and a small metal plate that said 'Monty' on it in the style of an American car licence plate.
'Aww Greg, that's really sweet, how'd you get these at this time of night?' she asked.
'I robbed a pet shop,' he laughed. 'Not really, you'd be surprised at the kind of shops that are open this time of night.'
Harriet smiled and looked at her pet. 'Monty's going to love this.'
'I figured he could do with something more homely than a box' Greg explained.
'It's great, thank you,' Harriet said, transferring the spider to the tank.
'I kind of have a confession to make though,' Greg said, looking a bit guilty.
'What's that?' Harriet frowned.
'Last night Nick and Warrick bet me ten bucks each that you and I would not be talking this morning. I won but I felt kind of bad about making money out of it because you were upset and I have been a bit of an ass so I decided I'd spend the money on you.' Greg explained.
Harriet smiled 'technically you spent the money on Monty but thanks anyway.'
'Well I figured I was a bit mean to the poor guy last week, with the whole you-should –kill-him thing. I still have money left to pay for breakfast.'
'O.k. but on one condition' Harriet said, a sly smile creeping across her face.
'What?' Greg actually looked a little nervous.
Harriet put her hand into the tank where Monty was having a wander round and took him out. She turned and held her hand out to Greg. He took a deep breath and stepped back, looking at her pleadingly.