People wanted a sequel, so here it is. Hope you like it. Don't expect any more of it; I'm highly unlikely to oblige unless I suddenly get some incredible inspiration.
Summary: Catherine isn't the only one who gets curious.
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Sometimes, curiosity just gets the better of you. It's unavoidable, and often detrimental to your health when the object of your interest isn't happy. Sometimes it's good; occasionally valuable things are learned, and sometimes for those concerned, it's simply a relief to have let someone else in on the secret.
With Catherine's thirst for knowledge finally quenched, Sara found herself relieved to finally have someone in Vegas know of her history with Grissom. Brass suspected, it was true; he may not have been a CSI, but he knew Gil almost as well as Ms Willows, and it was surely only a matter of time until he remembered the phone call, years ago, and connected the dots.
Meanwhile, curiosity was spreading. It was Catherine's fault, of course. She just couldn't resist dropping hints about Sara to the rest of the team; although Sara knew she would never outright tell the others - that was not her decision to make, or Sara's. But Nick and Warrick were reasonably clever, and intuitively knew that there was something going on. As for Greg, the lab tech with an obvious crush on both of the female crime scene investigators, there was just something about some of the comments he'd made to her recently that made her wonder if he'd accidentally heard one of their conversations.
Those conversations had been growing, recently. With constant contact, not to mention the subtle urgings of Grissom's mother - and the non-so-subtle pressure from one Catherine Willows - the desire to move ahead with their relationship had been growing steadily. So far nothing had happened, but that was likely to change, and probably soon.
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"So, you've never told me about your first date."
Sara glanced up from her coffee cup, lifting an eyebrow. "Well, okay, if you must know it was with this guy from college -"
"Your first date with Grissom, Sara. Although, it doesn't surprise me that you didn't date till college."
Sara just laughed, and then looked meditative for a second. "It was... nice. Nice restaurant, I think I had some kind of pasta dish. Conversation was very Grissom, doubt you'd have thought much of it, but I liked it. It felt... natural. And since we were in California at the time, Grissom didn't get called into work, which is a definite plus."
Catherine settled into the chair next to her. The door to the break room was closed, keeping their quiet conversation away from potentially prying ears. "Well it was obviously good enough to get a second date."
"And a few more after. Some of them were work-oriented, discussing our jobs and the latest forensic discoveries over lunch or coffee while he was in town for seminars and things. Eventually he started coming down regularly just to see me. I came to Vegas a couple of times, too."
"So, when are you getting back together?" Blunt as always.
"I don't know, Catherine."
"Well, you said you needed time to see if you could be friends, and you certainly seem pretty friendly."
"Catherine..."
"Okay, okay, I'll mind my own business."
Sara wondered absently if that was even possible.
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"So Sara, how's Vegas?"
"I don't know, Greg. As far as I'm aware the city's doing just fine." She shook her head at him, then laughed, her big smile making him incredibly jealous of his boss. He was, after all, still nursing a broken heart from finding out that she and Grissom had a history, and were looking to rekindle it (he'd walked past them talking a week ago). Oh well, there was still always Catherine - strong, independent, beautiful...
Sara decided to take pity on him. "It's fine. I'm enjoying it here. I like my work. Do you have my results for me?"
"And on to business. I like a woman who knows what she wants. I have an ID for you: one Peter Simesfeld, served time for assaulting his son's teacher. Got out of prison last year."
"Thanks Greg." The beaming smile turned on once more as she took the information he offered her and walked out, leaving him sighing with envy.
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Warrick Brown was usually capable of intense concentration whilst working. After all, it was essentially one of the prerequisite abilities of becoming a CSI. But he couldn't deny that at least part of his focus whilst gathering evidence from the Bainsley's bloodstained living room was on the couple currently crouched over the body of Stacey Bainsley.
"It's like they're the same person," observed Nick quietly with a slight shake of his head. "The way they work together."
Warrick nodded in agreement, but didn't answer, instead returning to swabbing the excessive amounts of blood spatter covering the wall next to him. The topic was however, merely put on the shelf, and was returned to as they were changing in the locker room at the end of that shift.
"There's got to be something between them..."
"You really think they're a couple?"
"Yeah... or relatives or something maybe? Man... I couldn't blame him if they are dating, she's hot."
"Who's hot?"
Both men turned to see Catherine standing there, her eyebrows raised curiously.
"Sara," admitted Nick.
"Ah." A wry smile spread over her face. "Sorry, I kind of think she's off the market. To you, anyway."
Warrick analysed the smug look in front of him. "You know something."
She blinked at him. "I know lots of things. Not many of them are about Sara."
"Yeah, but you know this. Is there something going on between her and Grissom?"
"Mr and Mrs 'We bring a new definition to the word workaholic'?"
"Cath... really, come on, are they together?"
"Don't think so."
"Do they have a history?"
"No comment."
"Well that means yes."
"Not necessarily..."
"Doesn't anyone in this lab know how to mind their own business?"
They turned to the voice from the doorway in shock. "Sara..."
To the men's surprise, she was laughing at them. "It's okay. I'm almost surprised it's taken you this long, Catherine was curious right from day one."
"So you and Grissom..."
She pulled the two sides of her mouth together in a gesture of amusement, going over and opening her locker, her back to the others, purposefully keeping silent. Catherine laughed, while the others begged.
"Come on Sara... we're dying of curiosity here."
"I'll make sure to go to your funeral." She turned round, and at Nick's puppy-dog expression decided to take pity on them. "Okay, okay. Grissom and I used to be together." She turned to Catherine, and suddenly an expression of utter happiness took over her. "And, hopefully, will be again very soon, if our date tomorrow night goes well."
Catherine also lit up. "He finally asked you?"
"I asked him. We're going to an Italian restaurant, and then a concert..."
"And then a night back at your place?"
"Catherine!"