"HODGES" Greg yelled as he stormed through CSI, ignoring the laughter and strange looks from various lab techs and CSIs. Greg threw open the Trace lab door, and saw Hodges examining a white fiber.

"What is..." Hodges looked up, and began pounding the table, gasping for air as he surrendered to laughing about Greg with white feathers all over his clothes and spiky hair.

"Shut up, Hodges. Why did you give Sara this idea?" Greg said, growling.

"Huh? If I had known Sara Sidle had done this, I would be laughing even harder. That girl's got game." Hodges remarked, catching his breath.

"...If I ever find out that you planned this, you are a dead man walking, David Hodges." Greg stormed out the Trace lab door, leaving a chuckling lab tech, and inducing even more laughter. It was payback time.
"Oh my god, that's so FUNNY!" Catherine cackled as she saw the photos of Chicken Greg that Sara had snapped quickly, without the the flash, of course. Mia and Sara smiled innocently. Zita walked in, grabbed a juice, took a sip, then nearly sprayed it across the table.

"This is the prank! GREAT JOB!" She yelled as she reached over to high-five Sara. Mia grinned.

Grissom walked in, and looked at the photos. "I got word that Greg is mad, and he's blowing up at Hodges." The rest of the team grinned, but smothered them when Greg walked in, white feathers sticking to his spiked hair.

"Sara, may I please speak to you? In the hall?" He asked in an obviously controlled tone.

"Sure, Greggo." Sara got up, winked at her teammates and followed Greg out of the door.

"What is it?" Sara asked, stifling her laughs.

"Pranks are all good, but I'm telling you to watch out, Sidle. You never know what might hit you, when you least expect it." Greg said mysteriously.

"Expect what, Greg? My team obviously kicks your team's ass. So you're the one that better watch out." Sara countered easily, enjoying this banter between them.

Greg glared at he brunette. So she had won this battle. He would be the one to win the war. "I'll watch out. So should you." He sauntered off, despite his chicken-ness. Oh, Sara Sidle had better be watching her back. She had no idea what was going to hit her.

Nick, Archie, and Warrick walked out of the video lab, talking about Archie's upcoming bachelor party, when they took in the sight of their fearless leader, covered in feathers. Nick stopped short and blinked at Greg.

"Hey, Greg. How's your feathered friends?" Warrick smirked.

"Shut it." Greg grumbled.

"Oh, Sara got you good, didn't she?" Archie asked, buckling over in mirth. Nick nodded his agreement.

"Yeah, she did. So, back to the locker rooms, my team. We need to start considering how we're going to exact revenge against Sara and her team." Greg said evilly.

Warrick blinked. "Um, Greg. Need I remind you that if I help, you're going to lose a team member. Mia will murder me and hide my body where it cannot be found. Ever."

"Damn... Well, then, I guess we lost a teammate." Greg said sadly.

"I guess I can help you spy though. I mean, why would she harm me for helping a friend out?" Warrick grinned.

"So, now, anyone have any brilliant ideas for pranks?" Nick asked.

"Um..." Greg said, but he was cut off by a yell.

"SANDERS!" It was Conrad Ecklie, furious and looking quite capable of murder.

Greg turned pale. "Oh, crap..."

AN: Oh crap is right for poor Greggo. It's just not his day, is it? I'm sorry for putting him through all this torment though. He will get payback for what Sara did to him!