Greg slammed the restroom door open and went to the paper towel dispenser. He pulled on the end that was peeking out and a quarter-sized piece tore off. He pulled again, and another quarter-sized piece tore off. He swore and tried to ignore the epithelials covering the floor as he went over to the sink. He ran a tiny stream of warm water and dampened the paper towel. There was no hope for his white t-shirt, thanks to Grissom, but his face could be saved. He swore again and started dabbing his forehead.

He could only imagine what Sara and Grissom were doing without him.


Sara and Grissom were in the car and Grissom was getting out duct tape. The windows were steamed and blurry from the outside.

"So, where should I tape first?" Grissom asked.

Sara pointed and Grissom cut off a strip of tape. He then proceeded to tape...a picture to the car window. You see, Grissom and Sara were reviewing crime-scene shots. Their burgers were making the steam. Grissom felt the urge to chuckle evily any way. He couldn't wait to see Greg when he walked out and saw them. Sara was his, he just didn't know what to do about it. Until then, Greg would have to be delt with.

Luckless Greg chose that moment to come out of the restroom. He whistled as hewalked across the parkinglot. His hair was back in order, and- he screeched toa halt when he saw theTahoe. He screamed and ran to the SUV. His hands itched to tear something. His hair practically shivered in fear. Grissom thought crafitily and unbuttoned his shirt. Sara looked at him. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, Honey... I mean Sara."

Grissompushed the door open and fumbled to button his shirt up again. Greggo took one look at both Sara andhalf-dressed Grissom and fainted. Grissom giggled andgrabbed the roll ofduct tape.

A/N: Sorry for the REALLY short chapter, I'm not at home so I can't otherwise save this. Sorry!