Title: Snowflakes
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If these characters were really mine, I wouldn't have to fantasize, would I?
A/N: Not limited to but in response to the challenge:
1. Greg and Sara have become more of friends since he started working as a CSI (before "Who Shot Sherlock and after).
2. Noticing Greg and Sara's and attraction unnoticed by them (Greg and Sara), Nick and Warrick come up with a plan.
3. They get the idea of sending them up to a cabin in the Colorado Rockies for 'private time' only making them think its for a case; after coming up with there plan they head to Grissom for help to get them to go and authorization for them both to be gone at the same time.
4. After getting help from Grissom, and getting the cabin ready, they get Grissom to put there plan into action. Both thinking that it's for work agree.
5. Everything goes as the boys plan until a freak blizzard (technically helping) happens stranding both Greg and Sara in the cabin.
6. Figuring they should just 'go with the flow' they start talking about more personal stuff. After a while they both realize there starting to fall for each other.
7. What do they do when they realize there falling for each other? How does the team react with Greg and Sara's new attitude change? And how their plan worked? How will it end?
8. MUST USE characters: Greg, Sara, Grissom, Cath, Nick, and Warrick.
9. Greg/Sara friendship end Greg/Sara
10: any rating
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There is something unexplainable in the beauty of a snowflake.
Mother Nature is never perfect by any means, but each and every crystal that falls from the sky glitters in symmetrical flawlessness. Unlike any other thing on earth, not one can match any other of its kind.
And all of together put a magnificent sight, a blanket of white that brought peace and serenity to the world.
Yes, that was the beauty of it.
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Holding up the crime tape, the pair of CSIs walked onto their crime scene. Unusual it was, being on the rocky shores of one of the nameless streams in Las Vegas.
"Ugh." Turning slightly green, Greg lifted his sleeve to cover his nose. The nauseating smell of a decomposing body was never pleasant, and this one even more so-there was three of them. By the looks of it, it was the traditional young family: a husband, a wife, and their baby child.
And nothing was worse than a multiple decomp.
The messy-haired CSI pulled a face and turned to his companion.
She too, had noticed the smell, but seemed less unfazed than he did. Worriedly, the brunette gave him a small pat on the back, handing him a paper face mask. "Here."
He gave her a silent nod of thanks before donning the mask.
"So what do we have here?" Sara turned to face Brass, who was standing as far away as possible from the victims.
Wrinkling his nose, the detective grabbed a handkerchief and held it over his mouth. "Uh…stream environmentalist found them. Said he was gathering some soil for his experiment, and picked up the foot. Can't see how he missed the smell." Brass gestured towards the surprisingly calm man being interrogated by an officer. "Called PD about half an hour ago. Foot fell off the male vic's body, by the way. Guy threw it by accident." He pointed at the body part lying in the stream.
Sara frowned, not really looking forward to picking out some rotting flesh out of the water. Even now some pieces of skin were beginning to peel off and float downstream.
"Which one of you is gonna go swimming for your prize?" Brass quipped sarcastically.
Before anybody could say anything more, Greg rushed to a clear area and regurgitated what was remaining of his Cup O'Noodles lunch. Still looking a bit pale, he continued to heave. Brass looked thoroughly disgusted, and gave Sara a pointed look.
"Guess that's me, huh?" Rolling up her sleeves, Sara began to wade into the muck.
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Several hours later found the pair in the evidence room, sifting through what remained of the clothes. Even then, they were still wearing her mask. The strawberry-blonde entered the room, and immediately recoiled from the unbearable odor.
"Hard case?" Catherine Willows sympathized with them, knowing very well that the team's supervisor had stuck them with the worst case in a long while.
"Mmm." Bent over what looked like it would've been a skirt, Sara frowned. "There's a hair. Unburnt."
Catherine's eyes widened in surprise as Greg leaned over Sara, nearly breathing on her neck. "Where?"
Remembering full well that the brunette hated the violation of personal space, the older woman began to wonder why Sara hadn't called him on it.
In fact, it almost seemed like she was enjoying it.
Catherine turned on her high heels and left.
The two in question didn't even notice that she had left, too busy in the evidence and each other. Heading for the break room, Catherine knew two people who would be very interested in what she had to say.
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"A closet." The Texan suggested, taking a sip from his coffee. Making a face, he dumped it out into the sink and grabbed a bag of Greg's Blue Hawaiian from above the hanging cabinets.
Warrick Brown shook his head. The idea was too generic. "Nah. A date?"
Adamantly shaking his head, Nick Stokes heaved a deep sigh. "No way. Sara would kick our asses for that one."
"Uh-huh." Catherine walked into the room, smirking as if she almost won the lottery.
The two best friends looked at her, curious. "What's up, Cath?" The dark-skinned CSI questioned, seeing her eyes glitter with mischief.
One corner of her lips turned upwards, gracing her face in a half-smile. "Guess what I saw?"
"What?"
She smirked, explaining to them what she had just seen. The other two just grinned.
"We need a plan," Nick drawled, racking his mind for any ideas.
His eyes settled on a magazine lying open on the counter. Snatching it up, he held it up for the others to see, smiling widely.
Reading the page, Warrick and Catherine exchanged sly glances of agreement.
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