Greg ran for his life, disappearing into the morgue. Doc Robbins was the only one in there.
"Hi, Doc. If Sara asks where I am, tell her you haven't seen me." Greg quickly said, disappearing behind the desk. Doc looked extremely confused, but shrugged.
"Oh, hi Sara." Greg heard as the woman passed by the lab.
"Hi Doc, have you seen Greg?" Sara asked. Greg held his breath anxiously, hoping that Robbins wouldn't give him away.
"Um, nope, haven't seen Greg, Sara. Have you looked in the break room?"
"Okay, thanks." Greg heard Sara's footsteps echoing down the hall. He let out a sigh of relief, and stood up.
"Why are you hiding from Sara?" Doc Robbins asked curiously.
"Oh, long story. Involves notes and my coffee." Greg said, holding up his bag of precious beans. Doc Robbins nodded and peeked out the window.
"Coast is clear. Bye." He said as Greg tiptoed out the door.
Greg went down the hall, ducking into the first empty office he could find. Unfortunately, he didn't read the door sign first: Gil Grissom. Greg hid behind the desk, then heard someone's footsteps coming into the office.
Grissom had just gone out to get his coffee, and when he came back, he noticed something under his desk. Peering under it, he saw Greg.
"AAAHH!" Grissom yelled, sloshing his coffee all over his jacket and Greg's lab coat. Sara looked through the door.
"Griss, what's wrong?"
"I found Greg under my desk." Grissom explained. Greg winced.
"GREG!!!!!" Sara yelled. He got out and ran out of the office, Sara hot on his heels. Grissom just looked very bewildered.
Meanwhile, Greg was hiding in the break room, where Nick, Warrick and Catherine were.
"Hello Greg. We have a proposal to make." Nick said, propping his feet up on the couch.
"What kind of proposition?" Greg asked warily. He was sure that it was nothing good.
"Oh, just that if you want this picture to be sent to Gil, then I'd suggest giving us the coffee." Catherine said, waving the printed-out photo of the kiss in Greg's face. He snatched it, staring at it horrified.
"You... you... were there?" He asked nervously.
"Yep, and we have ten more of those babies, so ripping it up won't do any good." Warrick said, a grin on his face. Greg swallowed hard.
"What do you want for the picture?"
"Oh, the bag of coffee." Nick said, enjoying the look of outrage and embarrassment on Greg's face.
"Plus the special creamer you keep." Catherine added.
"Don't forget the imported sugar." Warrick piped up. Greg looked like he would like nothing better than to kill them all.
"WHAT?!?!?!?" Greg yelled, but the sound, unfortunately, attracted Sara. Greg saw her and ran for his life. Nick, Warrick, and Catherine rolled of the couch laughing, choked on their coffee, and peered into the hallway to see what was going on, respectively.
AN: Hi, I found that a lot of people liked this plot bunny, and so it's going from a one shot to a chapter fic. Don't worry, it'll stay humor for the most part, the occasional romantic part, like-- wait, if I tell you, you'll know what happens! Oh no, you'll have to wait for the next installment of this fic. Oh, if you don't like Greg/Sara, why the heck are you reading this???