Title: Come Together

Summary: The gang pays a visit to Sara's place and things start to heat up (literally) in the shack. GS and a little WC

Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, I wouldn't be stuck babysitting for $3 an hour and I would be playing Greg's sexy, sassy, smart girlfriend. So, no, I don't own CSI.

A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! I am sooooooooooo sorry about how long I have taken. I just needed some time to think of ideas.

Grissom sighed. There were only so many time a man, even aentomologist like himself, could go over the Latin names of every insect he could think of. It was seven o'clock. He glanced over a Sara who was drumming her fingers on the jerky can. "Well," he began. Sara glanced up at him. "What should we do?" Sara looked around.

"What is there to do?" she asked. "I mean, honestly, we are stuck in a metal box with next to nothing!" She sighed. "This is so boring!"

"We could play word games or math games," He suggested. Sara just flopped down on her stomach. He could just make out the lacy edge of her bra… "Knock it off Gil!"

"Why don't we do something that doesn't have anything to do with math or science," she said. "Tell me about yourself." That took Grissom by surprise. What was he going to tell her? He liked 80's rock music? He had almost gone deaf? He loved her? Sara was gazing up at him expectantly.

"Well, I like those Hot Tamale candies," he offered. Sara rolled her eyes.

"I want to know the real Gil Grissom," she told him. "The man behind the mask."

"What mask?" Griss asked. "I don't have a mask!" She rolled her eyes again. He was so… frustrating at times!

"Griss, I know nothing about you! I don't know your desires, your annoyances…I don't even know your favorite color!"

"Well, why does it matter so much to you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh… never mind," she sighed, looking defeated. Sara looked around and tugged at her shirt. "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" She asked. Though he wouldn't admit it, he had been steadilygetting hotter and hotter over the past hour. He had just shrugged it off as an old man's reaction to being in the same room as a sultry, sexy… "Gilbert Grissom! What would your mother say?" He had once again let his emotions get away with him. It was not often that he did that.

"Yeah, it is hot." He shrugged. "It's probably just claustrophobia or something."

"Thanks Griss," Sara moaned sarcastically. Not only wasshe hot, but she was sweaty, and her deodorant had long since given out. Her shirt was sticking to her and her jeans were irritating against her legs. "If it gets any hotter, these clothes are coming off!" She thought to herself.

Greg banged on the door for the umpteenth time that night. Sara was not answering her cell phone, her home phone, her door… What in the name of all things sweet and sour was going on? He turned around in a half-circle, trying to figure out what was up. A door opened. Spinning around, Greg saw an old lady with curlers in her hair; Sara's next-door neighbor. "If you're looking for Sara," She crooned in a wispy voice, "She hasn't been here for a while." Greg stared at her, trying to figure out if she was a reliable source. After she reentered her apartment, Greg whipped out his cell and called Catherine.

"Hey Cath! Yeah, I tried Sara's apartment again. I think we need to meet at your house in abouttwo hoursand discuss some things. Why your house? Because Warrick is already there!" He grinned, switching his phone to the other ear as he turned the key in the ignition. "Yeah, I know about you two. The Greg-Mister knows all." As the sound of the dial-tone reached his ear, he backed out of the parking lot and began the drive toward the Willow's household.

When he arrived, Lindseyran out to meet him. "Uncle Greg!" she shouted, jumping into his outstretched arms. "Waddya doing here!"

"I came to talk to your mommy, doll face," he told her pinching her cheeks.

"Uncle Warrick is already talking to her," Lindsey told him, a serious look on her face. "They are talking really close to each other, like this." She reached up and gave Greg a peck on the lips. He held back his laughter as he replied, "It that so!" He put her down. Lindsey grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. Catherine told the little girl to go and play outside for a while.

Warrick was sitting with Catherine on the couch. Greg sat down in the reclining chair. "So," he said, looking at them both, grin of a knowing man plastered on his face. Warrick gave him a look that told him to keep quiet. Greg cleared his throat. "Sara's neighbor said she hasn't been home for a while. She seems reliable too." he informed the two. "If Sara hasn't been home, I assume that Grissom hasn't been either." Catherine looked at Greg and then at Warrick and sighed.

"If they haven't called or come in by tonight, I will officially declare them missing."

Grissom watched as Sara tugged at the collar of her shirt. If he was completely honest with himself, the heat was beginning to get to him also. "Grissom?" Sara called, halting his train of thought, "Do you wear boxers?" He blinked. Had he heard her correctly?

"Yeah," he replied, not thinking. She looked uncomfortable for a second, but plunged ahead.

"Well, uh, since boxers are like swim trunks, and panties and bras are…uh…like a bikini, do you think we…I mean I...could take off my clothes? I'm so effing hot!" She finished after much stammering and stuttering. Grissom was shocked! Never in a million years would he have envisioned Sara Sidle asking him if it was alright to take off her clothes! Of course it was alright!

"Sure! Uh… I mean… sure." He mumbled, looking off to the side.

"If you don't want me to…" she started.

"No, I just was surprised, that's all." And with that,Sara pulled off her shirt andflopped down on the floor. Her body was so much cooler now. She looked up at Grissom who was staring at her lacy bra. She coughed. He looked away, a tinge of pink staining his cheeks.

"Well, now I know something about you!" she declared

"Oh? What's that."

"You wear boxers."

They smiled. Things were going according to plan. The steel room was heating up, the coworkers were becoming worried… Life was good. And by the time the two geeks were found, they would be long dead and decomposing out in this desolate wasteland. No one would know whodunit and they would never know why.

A/N: Once again... sorry I took so long. It's summer and I'm working so I get really tired. Anywhoo, reviews are appreciated!