A/N: Thanks to csilouise, VeganCSI, AtheneGirl, firestorm13, Argella, Kumi, Tarzje, dthstlkr69, Billy Rose, Wonko, RavenSabel, Dauthi, Cherrydrops12, and sidle girl for reviewing ch. 2. Still thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter one, but their names are in chapter two. More ship names are: S.S Ship by VeganCSI, cudles by AtheneGirl, Sarafia, Sosa, and Saso by firestorm13, and ss and saphia by sidle girl. Also, votes have been cast for sofa, curdle, and saphia. Thanks all! Now, on with the Grissom torture! Um, I mean story!

The next day at work was awkward, to say the least. Grissom avoided both Sara and Sophia like the plague, and when spoken to, would respond with brusque, one word answers. Fortunately for Sara and Sophia, they barely remembered most of their antics. Most of what they remembered was long before they were overly drunk, and they had many a silent chuckle to themselves remembering Sara's Grissom impression or Sophia singing a song she had written at age 7 in the shower.

Finally, Sara had to ask Grissom what was bugging him. When she walked up, he pretended not to see or hear her. After several attempts to start a conversation, Sara gave up. She stormed into the locker room, sat down on the bench, and screamed with frustration.

"Ok, what's he done now?" Sara was slightly surprised at the caring note in Sophia's voice.

"Just completely ignored me when I asked him what was bothering him. That's all." To her horror, Sara was now starting to cry. Without hesitation, Sophia walked over and hugged her. "Dinner?"

Sara smiled through her tears. "Lead on."

This time, neither of the two women had anything to drink with dinner. Sara was surprised to discover that Sophia had an obsession with several of the same musicals that she did, while Sophia was amazed to learn about Sara's extensive pipe cleaner collection. Somehow, they began talking about the subtle differences between oranges and tangerines. Sara's tears of frustration had long since turned to tears of laughter, and she wiped her eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening. After a particularly crude joke involving a chicken, and egg, and a cigarette, Sara managed to gasp out, "We have to do this more often."

They started having dinner every night after shift. Sara was not even surprised to hear herself inviting Sophia to her house for popcorn and a movie. This became their new routine, and Sara found herself actually looking forward to the end of shift. She also found herself thinking less and less of Grissom, which added to her overall happiness. While she couldn't avoid him at work, she wasn't as uncomfortable around him as she had once been.

It was Sophia who came up with the idea. At one of their movie fests, she turned to Sara and suggested a sleepover. "You know, like the ones we had when we were kids?"

Sara shook her head. "Never had one."

Sophia was incredulous. "Never? Well, we'll just have to fix that. How about my house this time?"

All Sara could do was nod.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. And long wait until the update (ducks rotten tomatoes) Next one will be longer, I promise. Any ideas for the sleepover? Comments on existing names? Jokes? Hey, did you hear the one about the bum and the frog? No? I'll put it in the next chapter.