Soap Opera 4

Not mine; no money made. Short chapter this time.

Nick was shaking his head as he edged over to Greg. "Man, I reallydo think Grissom's lost it. He's asking for semen now."

Greg looked up, alarmed. "What did you tell him? Did you do it?"

"No, I didn't do it. He didn't ask me, he asked Warrick. Warrick told me, so I'm hiding. Oh, crap. Here he comes."

"Greg! Nick! Just the guys I was looking for." With a flourish he handed each of them a specimen cup. "Need semen samples."

Nick thrust the cup back at Grissom. "No way. I'll give you blood, I'll give you pee, but you ain't gettin' that."

Greg shook his head. "Sorry, boss, but I can't do that."

Grissom's jaw took on a stubborn set. "I wasn't asking, guys. I'myour boss, and that was an order."

"Why can't you make your own sample?" Nick's voice had become a whine.

"I did, but I need more than I can provide alone. Do it for science." He strode off with a smile.

Greg shook his head. "This raises humiliation to a whole new level."

Nick grinned over at him. "Quit whining. If I have to do it, YOU have to do it."

"Maybe it's a Frankenstein thing. Maybe he's gonna use us to inseminate his tarantula. The babies will have 8 furry legs, fangs, and YOUR eyes..." He imitated a spider with his hand "DaddyDaddy! Oooooo, Daddy..."

"Shut up, Greg."

An hour later, Greg and Sara sat alone in the breakroom. Catherine was working with Grissom, and Nick and Warrick were now hiding from Grissom. "I really do think he's lost his mind," mused Greg,jiggling his coffee cup to create waves in the dark liquid.

Sara grinned. "Nick told me about your, ah, special donations. That must have been embarassing."

"Be glad you're a girl. Of course, he may be wanting to give you and Catherine pap smears before the end of shift. The guy seems not to have heard of boundaries."

"Yeah, well, I hope he's not planning on adding spinal taps and bone marrow aspirations to his list of required donations this evening."

Greg shuddered. "And here I was thinking it couldn't get any worse. Thanks, Sara; that really makes me feel better."

She grinned. "No problem. Now go get the cards. I wanna play gin rummy."

"Yes ma'am."

"I do love an obedient man."

"So, care to place a little wager?" Greg shuffled as he spoke.

"What kind of wager?"

He shrugged casually. "I don't know, maybe if I win you'll go out with me..."

She smirked. "Suppose I win. What do I get then?"

"All the Blue Hawaain you can drink for the next six months."

"You're going DOWN, coffee boy. Your coffee-related servitude shall be mine."

"So where are you taking me?"

Greg was smiling like a man who'd won the lottery. "Someplace VERY nice. Wear something fancy."

"So when are we doing this?"

"I was looking at the schedule earlier and I couldn't help but notice that we're both off on Wednsday. How does that sound?"

"That works."

"I'll pick you up at six, then. And Sara, prepare to be pampered like a princess.