Greg grunted as Grissom hit his knees. Greg, of course, buckled to the pavement while Sara watched; horrified, at first, then amused and oddly touched. Grissom stood up, once Greg submitted. Greg said, "Oof." Grissom ignored him and held out his hand. He was standing on Greg.

Greg decided to act manly for Sara and ignore Grissom, who was very heavy. Greg instead studied the dirt covering the ground around him and, no doubt, covering his face as well.

Greg grunted as Grissom hit his knees. Greg, of course, buckled to the pavement while Sara watched; horrified, at first, then amused and oddly touched. Grissom stood up, once Greg submitted. Greg said, "Oof." Grissom ignored him and held out his hand to Sara. He was standing on Greg.

Sara stepped out of the car, walked past both Grissom and Greg and strutted on toward the door. Grissom stared after her, eyes narrowed and completely missing what had just happened. "Oof," Greg said again, louder.

"Oh, sorry Greg, I was experimenting for the, um, 'case'" Grissom said, and stepped off our hero. Greg dragged himself to his feet. Grissom was already walking to the door, hand resting on Sara's elbow. Greg ran after. Grissom winked at Greg and tripped on the curb, calculating to land on Sara. Greg was two steps ahead of Grissom, which placed him two steps behind Sara. Greg slipped in between Grissom and his target and caught Grissom. He grinned satisfiedly as Grissom straitened. "This means war," Grissom said, under his breath, "and maybe you should do your laundry before then..."

Only then did Greg examine the extent of the damage Grissom had waged on his vintage t-shirt. "Oh man," Greg said loudly. Sara turned to him, in the doorway, causing Greg to beam and Grissom to simmer.

"Greg, you've got to stop letting Nick use you as his roof-tossing dummy," Sara laughed.

Greg's expression brightened even more. "So, you think that would be cool if I did that?" he asked eagerly.

"Well, it depends..."she replied.

Greg decided to act manly for Sara and ignore Grissom, who was very heavy. Greg instead studied the dirt covering the ground around him and, no doubt, covering his face as well. A girl walking across the parking lot saw Greg's dirty face and collapsed.

Meanwhile, Sara was in an inner turmoil. She kept goinging back and forth. Did she want to appear independent and possibly rude or would she seem weak, if she wasn't independent. The issue was weighing her down. Then there was the issue rather or not to take Grissom's hand. What she really couldn't decide was if she wanted onions or mushrooms on her veggie burger.

Greg plotted his next move but was unfortunately immovable. Sara finally reached her decision and then had to decide rather or not to take Grissom's hand. Grissom was very patient, to Greg's dismay. Then Greg got an idea, a brilliant idea. It would make Sara finally recognize his talent. If only he could get back to work! But there was dinner to get through first.