Title: Come Together

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI here or there, I do not own it anywhere! Not in a car, not in a train, not on a boat, not in a plane. I do not like green eggs and…Oh. Wrong story!

A/N: I would write more, but I start high school tomorrow! (Holla to my freshman peeps!) I will finish this soon. I know you all want it to end!

"Hello?"

Grissom's head snapped up. How was it that he was always interrupted at the most pivotal of moments? Sara stood up and looked around.

"Greg?" she called uncertainly. She swore she had heard the young CSI's voice.

"Hello, hello, hello?" There is was again!

"Greg!" Sara began to scream. "Greg, help!"

"Greg!" Grissom started in with her. "We're over here!" They both kept yelling, their voices becoming hoarse. Dejectedly, Sara sat down and began to sob. "They are never going to get us! He was so close Gris! So close!" Grissom sat down with her, his arm hesitantly reaching around her shoulders.

"Honey, don't cry. We'll-"

"There you go again with all that 'honey' stuff!" she hollered. "How dare you?" Sara pushed his arm away. " Do you have no consideration for my feelings?"

Grissom sighed. There was no reasoning with Sara while she was like this. While she ranted and raved, Grissom put his head down on the pile of food. This was no pillow, but it was better than the steel floor he had been sleeping on before.

"HELLO?" Grissom sat up. He stuck his finger in his ear trying to get rid of the ringing noise. Suddenly stopping, he glanced up at Sara who was still going on about her feeling and how she should have left years ago. Apparently she hadn't heard anything. Grissom began to open up the food containers one by one.

"And I should have—Gilbert Grissom! Have you heard a word I've said?" Sara bellowed. Much to the angry woman's annoyance, Grissom just smiled. "Remember how I told you I loved your voice?" he asked.

"Yes," Sara replied, rolling her eyes. "He is not going to smooth talk his way out of this one!"

"Well, I guess I get to hear it…oh say, around Christmastime!"

"No. Don't you ever listen?" Sara rolled her eyes again. "I said if we get out of here…" Understanding rocketed through her brain, showing itself in her eyes. Grissom nodded.

"The other walkie-talkie."