Okay, I got it finished earlier than I thought, and I know there's going to be more than three chapters like I previously estimated. Anyway, I hope you like where this is going. The song is Strange and Beautiful again, not mine obviously.

I'll put a spell on you, you fall asleep
When I put a spell on you
And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see
And you'll realize you love me

"What exactly are we doing for the rest of the day anyway?" Greg questioned lifting his head off the pillow to glance up at Sara who was at the time unpacking her suitcase and hanging up important things in the closet. She felt that ironing was a pain, but she simply hated wearing wrinkled clothes. "Thanks to our change of schedule, we missed the fun filled events planned for today."

"Thank God." She continued to tidy up the closet, hanging each shirt or pair of pants in the same direction. Greg's were at the time still trapped inside his suitcase desperately fighting off the wrinkles, but he didn't care as much about things like that as Sara did. "The first day is always the worst. Introductions…you know, 'Hello, my name is Sara Sidle. I'm a CSI level 3 at the Las Vegas Crime Lab.'…blah blah blah."

"The Las Vegas Crime Lab…the most productive lab in the country! Beat that Los Angeles!"

"Technically…we aren't."

"But we should be…damn day shift…" He said with a smile. Neither one of them had ever liked them much, most of it had to do with Ecklie. After all, he was their head honcho before his 'promotion' to lab dictator…or so Ecklie himself thought.

"I don't know…I just thought we could take a trip around town, see some monuments…touristy stuff."

"But Sara…" He whined. "…this isn't Vegas. Tourist stuff here is…educational."

"Really, a self-proclaimed geek refusing a potential learning experience?" She was about to close up her suitcase and set it over in the corner when she realized there was one garment left on the bottom.

"Learn what? If I ever become president remember to smile for my portrait and to never ever grow a mustache or beard." Just then she took the last article of clothing out of her bag and grabbed a hanger out of the closet. It was then when Greg's jaw dropped.

"Actually…my head still hurts from the tumble I took…and, oh, I think I'm feeling a little woozy." His acting was actually worked for a second, until he opened his mouth to speak once again. "You know what…I think if you went and put that dress on…I would feel so much better…" She quickly hung it up and smacked him upside the head.

He was still staring. "What is it with you and this dress?" She wanted to know.

"No…you in that dress…a beautiful match." She just rolled her eyes. She didn't find it in the least bit impressive.

"Very funny."

"You really don't believe me?" He was amazed. He had always thought that about her, though of course it definitely was not the only thing he loved about her. He wasn't as shallow as some people may have expected.

"I'm not Catherine…if you hadn't noticed."

"What are you talking about Sara?"

"She's ten years older then me, but just look at her. She's had a kid and still looks like that. And I'm…"

"Just Sara." He finished he sentence before she could.

"Yeah…" She agreed.

"Actually…Catherine should be the one comparing herself to you…not vice versa." Sara never was the kind of women who particularly cared all too much about how they looked or how other people saw them. But for some reason, she did care all of a sudden.

She shook her head and smile. She still didn't quite believe him. "So what sounds good to you…restaurant or room service?"

"Room service."

Sara was watching the clock on display in the front of the conference room. The minute hand seemed to have taken an hour instead to make any effort of moving from its previous place. So far it had only been five minutes however. There was a guest speaker discussing breakthough methods in evidence collection, most of which they had already used in Vegas. All that the speaker said she had either heard from previous conventions or had read in forensic journals. Maybe it was educational to Greg, he was new, but even that she highly doubted. She could have made a better presentation and she didn't even have a doctorate degree.

She and Greg had strategically taken their seats in the very back tow of chairs. To those surrounding them would have just figured the pens and paper were simply for taking notes, but they weren't jotting down useless facts they already knew, but like high school kids passing notes between each other. Though in this case, they couldn't have their letter confiscated and read aloud to the class.

"Why were we the one's sent here?" Greg scribbled down on the piece of paper which was nearly full of written ramblings.

"Do they think we're stupid or something?" At the moment the speaker mentioned something about waiting to put on your gloves before further inspecting a piece of evidence. Sara rolled her eyes once again. This was far below basic, it was common sense.

"Even an uneducated ape could figure that one out." He commented.

"Oh, then maybe Ecklie was supposed to be here instead of us. It makes so much sense now." They both felt the need to crack up that very second, though due to the silence that filled the rest of the room, they tried their best to keep from doing so.

"I feel like I'm back in school again."

"Yes and we're the rebel geeks who refuse to take notes because we think we know everything."

"What's new." He sighed and rested his head upon her shoulder.

"Greg?" She looked down. His eyes were closed, but the smirk on his face showed that he was definitely not asleep. "Greg." She rolled her shoulder, but he didn't move.

"When do we eat lunch?" He looked up to her long enough towhisper then continue to use her as a head rest.

She patted him lightly on top of the head before answering. "Two hours…then they set us free."

After spending the longest two hours Greg had nearly slept though, they finally could escape for lunch. They chose to go to a small café restaurant just down the way from their hotel right in the center of DC's tourist spots. Sara was trying to bribe him with good coffee into thinking that monuments and museums were not boring as he said.

"Come on…you can surprise Grissom with all of your new acquired knowledge…maybe you can even show him up by quoting some profound thinker…or bug facts that even he doesn't know….Actually, I heard the Smithsonian had this Insect Zoo exhibit or something…"

"Woah! That's like Gil's dream come true!" He wasn't really all that excited. "You really want to go?" He asked honestly, setting his coffee cup down on the table.

"Yes…please." She pleaded.

"Oh…the things I do for you."

Okay, so he wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of visiting the Smithsonian and the Museum of Natural History, but he went along with it just because it was the one thing Sara wished to do while in town. And really, as long as Sara was around, he didn't really mind it much after the fact. At first he compared it to much like his sixth grade field trip, the one he had waited for all year thinking that they were going to some amazing theme park because the class before went there also, only to find out the teacher had chosen to go to the zoo and the science center instead. It was a disappointment at the beginning, but once he got there he actually had fun. Sara had promised that the next day they have on the town, he had first choice on what the two of them.

Greg took close mental notes as they took a stroll through the insect exhibits trying desperately to find and remember something he highly doubted Grissom had heard of before, but he was completely lost. Grissom knew everything, how washe supposed to first one thing that he didn't already have stored up in his brain. So, he pretty much gave that up.

Oddly enough, the guy who spent his summers at space camp was awful when it came to pointing out constellations. When they visited the planetarium all he could find was the Big Dipper and that was even after they had come a cross a visitors pamphlet which had every one clearly labeled. Though the genius himself first looked forever for the little dipper only to find out the paper was upside down. Hey, how was he to know, it was dark…or so he claimed after the fact.

Greg was the one who found it more entertaining that Kermit and Star Wars movies were considered important enough to American History to be included in the museum displays. Kermit, just a pile of green felt and googlie eyes, without a person's hand and their voice, all he does is sit there. Sara knew Greg was one of those people who were avid collectors of Star Wars memorabilia, not to the point where they dress in character and go to conventions of their own, but a fan none the less. She didn't bother to tell him about it before hand, instead she waited to see the look upon his face when they came across the area of the museum where certain movie props were on display under highly protected glass cases. He was stunned, his mouth agape. It was strange to see one person so happy just to see glorified light sticks and a hairy monkey-like suit, so Sara thought. Though, Sara ended up the same way when she realized that even the hat that sat upon Harrison Ford's head whilst the filming of Indiana Jones was included as well. Evidently Sara was a big fan in her younger days. She owned all three movies and watched them every weekend religiously. Greg guessed she just always had a thing for older brainy kind of guys.

She was peacefully sleeping wrapped up in the warm covers of her bed when she heard a voice from the other side of the room. She sat up quickly to see Greg's outline made by the light shining in through the window tossing and turning about. She got up and walked over closer to him. He was mumbling wordsnearly inaudible, but he was still very much asleep.

She carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned closer to hear him.

"Sara…" He said rolling over to his side.

"Yes Greg?" She answered.

"Sara, no…not Grissom…"It sounded almost as if he was having a bad dream.

"Grissom? What about Grissom?"

"He's all wrong…emotionally detached…a workaholic…cares more about bug than you…" He sputtered out in broken phrases,

"Really…"

"…you deserve better…"

She didn't say anything further. She felt awful; he was telling her exactly what was on his mind and he had no idea at the time. What was worse was that it was nothing but the truth, she just hadn't wanted to believe it until someone elsehad forced her to seeit herself.

She returned to her side of the room to attempt to go back to sleep, she didn't want to hear anymore, but it was easier said than done. She was normally an insomniac, she got an average of four hours of sleep a night, but her mind seemed as if it was in overdrive. She was to busy thinking to let herself drift off to sleep. She wanted to make some sense of what was going on with Greg and her. Though they had considered themselves friends, there were certain things they never could talk about, Grissom was one of them.

Greg knew from the start that she was only asking for trouble by setting Gil as her object of affection. She was an emotional person, but Gil would never really be able to be there for her in the way she really needed. He was her boss, and it would only complicate things further. He would have to put his whole career on the line, and Greg knew that Grissom could never do that…but he could. Greg had always wanted to tell her, but he never could find just the right way to go about it.

Another thing they constantly passed right over was Greg's obvious interest in her. She knew how he felt and he knew that she knew. It wasn't a big secret…the whole lab knew about it, but he had never come out and told her. But she figured it had to do with how open she was at the fact that the feeling was most definitely not mutual. It was common sense that he wouldn't pour out his soul when he knew very well it would end in rejection. Though strangely enough she was seriously rethinking all of that.

Greg had resulted in becoming her best friend, the one who was always there to give her the right words, to help her get through the rough spots. It was better than nothing at all in Greg's point of view. He had done all that for her, but what could she say she had ever done for him. She thought he deserved something better.

She awoke the next morning to a brighter hotel room than she distinctly remembered from the morning before. She rolled over to look toward the window. Greg wasn't there. It was then when she glanced at the alarm clock to see it was forty-five minutes later than she thought it was.

She jumped out of bed, grabbed the first thing she saw to wear and went into the bathroom to get ready. How dare Greg leave without her on the one day they were going to the FBI headquarters. It was only when she heard a high pitched girl-like scream that she realized she hadn't been abandoned at all.

"Sara!" Apparently he had just stepped out of the shower and managed to wrap a towel around himself before she flung the door wide open.

"Oh…I am so sorry." She quickly turned around to face the doorway, but still didn't leave altogether. "Why didn't you wake me up? We're going to be late!"

"You just looked so peaceful…I couldn't do it." He moved across the tiled bathroom floor over to where she still stood. Though with her back facing him she was unaware until he placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her around to look her in the eye. "How about I forget about my hair…and we should be there on time."

"Thanks." She grabbed her clean clothes and headed back in to the main room. Before she closed the door she stopped to say a few last words. "Nice scream…but how could you forget, thanks to toxic mold…I've already seen everything." Greg's face reddened as the door shut in front of his face.

"Oh my…it's…it's beautiful." It was all Sara could say as she stood in awe of the large futuristic building standing in front of her.

"Sara, you need a life." He grabbed her by the arm to help her inside. "I wouldn't call it beautiful…I mean, it's just a building."

"It's not just a building…it's the one thing keeping us from being the best lab in the country." They followed their tour group through to the main lab.

They were showed how smoothly everything always ran at this lab. It was in a sense, disappointing. It seemed like nothing special. It was just like their own lab, but if everyone had been sent a memo to agree with whatever Ecklie says, right or not, just to avoid any conflicts outsiders might see. She couldn't figure out what all the hype was about. Their lab could be just as much of a well oiled machine if someone in a high place could find it with in themselves to just oust Ecklie.

All cases they mentioned that they were in the process of wrapping were all simple slam dunk cases even Greg could close in one shift. They had nothing nearly as weird as many of the cases they had worked on in just the last two weeks.

She was about to scream when they all got a lecture on the importance of teamwork and cooperation. Obviously they hadn't yet heard of the super crime fighting team that was CSI Sidle and CSI Sanders. They could write about on the art of working together. No one could possibly out team them. She knew right them the trip had just been a cruel form of punishment ordered by Ecklie himself. He never had been too fond of her and now Greg was going down with her.

"Sara…you can not plot revenge on your supervisor's supervisor…you will lose you're job, and with that, your whole existence." Greg was struggling to keep up with the angered Sara as she marched down the hallway back to their room. He knew he was moving into dangerous territory by telling a very ticked off Sara that she shouldn't be so ticked of by something, but he had to do it.

"Well when we get back he's certainly going to hear a piece of my mind."

After they were both inside the place they had called home for the past few days he grabbed both of her arms and shook her slightly, the only way to get her attention. "Hey! It's not a big deal…you've got to settle down."

"And how exactly do you suppose I could do that?" She still sounded angry, the last thing Greg wanted.

"Pile on some warm clothes." He ordered motioning towards the closet.

She was still rather annoyed. "Why?"

"Because you thought today would be fun and it wasn't, so I'm going to do something to fix all that." He took out a black sweater and slipped it on over his head in demonstration. "Come on Sara…you were the one who wanted to make sure we had fun no matter how incredibly boring everything else was."

She smiled and grabbed her favorite olive green sweater and put in on over top what she was already wearing. She looked around for where she had left her coat, but couldn't find it.

"You threw it over there…remember." She ran over beside her bed, bent down and retrieved the department issue parka that had hardly been used back in Vegas. "And you'll need a hat and gloves too."

"Where are we going?" she insisted.

"The more questions, the longer until you find out." That was it . She hated not knowing things. She liked being pleasantly surprised, but she hated having to wait forever to find out about the things she was specifically told she wasn't allowed to know about yet. It only made things worse. They were both out of the door in a mater of seconds.

Sometimes the last thing you want comes in first
Sometimes the first thing you want never comes
But I know that waiting is all you can do sometimes

Sorry for any mistakes, I got like four and a half hours of sleep because of my friend's birthday party. I'm not exactly awake.