Disclaimer: I have never owned them, I do not own them and I will very likely never own them. Time-sharing would be difficult, too, considering how much time they would be on the way.

A/N: Thanks for your replies. This chapter has been betaread by singingstarryknights again. Thanks a lot.

I did not listen to her at all points though, so remaining mistakes are mine.

Part 2 of 4

6:37 AM, still crime lab, Las Vegas

It doesn't exactly go better for Nick Stokes, when he makes his way into a room already occupied by two of his colleagues, sensing nothing evil.

He catches only the last sentence Sara is shooting in Greg's direction. "Don't you dare!"

Nick raises his eyebrows, wondering about the combined impression of earlier that night, hints he has received out of Warrick's direction and Sara's comment just now.

Not willing to get into the middle of a possible blowout between his two friends, he acts as if he has not heard Sara's threat. Instead he greets both of them friendly, joining them then in their task of going over dozens of crime scene photos.

Warrick has suspected that the two are arguing but want to deal with it privately. Although they do not seem to deal with all of it, as there is definitely still tension between them, Nick notices. Something's going on, but he cannot put a finger on it exactly. While working, Nick observes that Greg and Sara are barely talking to each other, not more than the absolute necessity concerning their case.

He remembers Warrick's words and decides that it is definitely necessary to take action.

9:22 AM, crime lab, Las Vegas

Warrick and Nick enter the locker room, plan in mind. They watch briefly as Sara and Greg both change and pack up their things in an unnatural haste, obviously barely able to wait until they are finally out of each other's sight.

Concluding that their action is therefore inevitable, Nick clears his throat, "Hey, you two, want to join us for breakfast in the diner just down the street?"

Greg and Sara are glancing briefly at each other.

Greg seems to let out a sigh and Warrick and Nick wonder what so terrible has happened between the two that Greg sighs at the prospect of spending some more time with Sara.

Sara closes her locker. "Yeah, sure," she agrees and Greg nods as well.

9:51 AM, diner just down the street from the crime lab, Las Vegas

Greg and Sara seat themselves as far away as it is possible on a table for four, while Nick and Warrick eye them suspiciously. Breakfast is ordered, and Nick throws an unmistakable glance at Warrick.

Warrick breaths out deeply, leans back and starts, "So, guys, we want to know, here and now, what is up between you two. No quibbling."

Sara glances at Greg.

"Nothing," she says quickly.

Nick shakes his head. "Oh yeah, we see that there is 'nothing'."

Greg sighs. "We suck."

Sara disagrees, "No, only you do."

"Hey, this is not alone my fault-," Greg starts, but Sara only rolls her eyes.

Warrick and Nick both lift their hands simultaneously as if to calm their both friends.

"No blowouts here," Warrick declares, and Greg looks at Sara, grimacing.

"You start," she decides. Greg leans back in his chair, taking a sip from his coffee that has been brought by an unimpressed waitress in the meantime.

"I guess," Greg begins, shrugging, "if we had made out in Ecklie's office, we would have caused less uproar than we have now…"

TBC