A/N: Wow, guys! I was so excited to get so many reviews for chapter one – you made me giggle like a little girl. I was having trouble figuring out how to end this – I hope it doesn't suck too much! Also, I didn't actually sit down and calculate the points, so please don't get point-Nazi with me. : ) Without further ado, here is the second and final part! Please review and let me know what you thought.

"Hey guys!" Sara greeted Catherine and Mia overenthusiastically, giving them a timid wave. The other two women sat at the break room table one week into their office game contest. They agreed to meet that Friday to add up points and talk about who was in the lead.

"Hey, Sara." Mia greeted her back. "Have you done anything else in the past couple of hours to add to your score?"

Sara laughed nervously. "Yeah, about that. We may have a little problem."

Both women looked up at Sara, who made eye contact with the ground.

"A problem?" Catherine repeated. "Does Ecklie have us figured out?" Her eyes widened.

"No, no. It's just that…"

"What Sara?" Mia prompted.

"I may have accidentally told Nick what we were doing."

"Accidentally? How does that happen on accident?"

"He was…" It sounded so stupid to her now. "He was TOUCHING me and threatening to stop if I didn't…"

"Oh my God!" Catherine screeched. "You are SUCH a horny pushover! He slips you the tongue and you cave!"

Sara started to defend herself without thinking. "Okay, YOU make out with him and then try to keep even the tiniest secret to yourself."

Catherine and Mia both gave her a disgusted look.

"Okay…so, don't ACTUALLY do that. I'd kick your ass. But his hand was on my…"

"ALRIGHT SARA!" Catherine stopped her. "We get the picture. Thank you for that mental image."

"So Nick's out for tricks." Mia clarified.

"He thinks we're all nutcases, but he agreed to support us if necessary."

Mia made some final calculations on her paper. "Okay, so here's the score after one week. Catherine in third with seven points. I'm in second with eight, and Sara, you're in the lead with nine."

Sara raised her hands and gave a soft "Yes!" Ever so the competitive one. Just then, Nick entered the break room and grabbed her sides suddenly, making her jump and scream.

"Jesus, Nick!" She complained, turning around to face him.

"Well, if it isn't the three stooges." He said, getting a cup of coffee.

"We know you know." Mia told him.

Nick glanced back from pouring himself coffee.

"And now I know that you know that I know." He riddled.

"Nick, you're such a loser." Sara told him.

"And what does that make you? You're crazy about this loser."

"We may have to go higher up now that Nick's out." Catherine suggested. "One less idiot to toy with."

"Who's the biggest idiot in the building?" Mia contemplated out loud.

"Ecklie." They replied in unison.

Week Two:

Monday evening

Hodges' shift was just ending and he was packing up to head on home, waiting for Mia to come in and take over for the night shift. Finally, she arrived, looking a little rushed.

"Sorry I'm late. Car trouble." She told him, shedding off her purse and reaching for her lab coat.

"Not a problem. Grissom's waiting for the results on the drug tox for the Harper case. He'll probably be over to check in…." His voice trailed off.

"Mia?" He questioned the girl as she bent over and began to drink directly from the nozzle on the water cooler sitting in the corner.

Mia took a few more gulps and then stood up, taking a deep breath and wiping a little water from her cheek where it had trickled down.

"I was thirsty." She simply explained.

"We have cups right next to…"

"Not now, David, not now!"

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Nick, Warrick, and Sara walked confidently into the MGM Grand Casino floor later on Monday evening. They'd just gotten a call about multiple possible OD's on the 19th floor. The three young CSI's met the casino manager and his entourage on the first floor.

"Are you the CSI people?" The older man asked.

"I'm Nick Stokes. This is Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders. We're here to investigate some possible drug overdoses you called about."

"Yeah. A group of college kids here on their spring break. A real mess they made of that place…"

The man continued to talk on and on and Greg began to notice Sara putting a hand to her forehead, seemingly frustrated with the manager.

"Shut up!" she muttered, and she started to slap herself on the forehead. "All of you just shut up! Shut up!" She continued. Greg eyed Nick, telling him to get control of his girlfriend. The manager and his crew were trying to ignore her antics, but anyone could tell they were getting a little freaked.

Nick looked over and quickly put his arm around her.

"You'll have to excuse my sister, sir. She's a little schizo, and the medication hasn't quite been working like we hoped." He quickly steered her off to a corner, leaving Greg to finish off with the manager.

"Jesus, Sara! What do you think you're doing? I thought this little contest of yours was with the CSI's only."

"Hey, you're the one who was driving me crazy until I told you what was going on. We've got one less person to dick around with, so we have to get a little more creative! And I'm in the lead. Don't blow it."

Nick couldn't help but chuckle at how seriously she was taking this contest.

"You are a piece of work, you know that? If you get me fired, you're not getting any for a week."

Sara snorted. "Yeah, right, cowboy. You couldn't last two days. Besides, I've got a special friend that takes double A's that could EASILY replace you."

"What floor, sir?" Greg asked.

"The nineteenth." The manager told him.

"Okay, we'll show ourselves up. And sorry about….that." He quickly turned on his heels and went over to where Nick and Sara were standing.

"You okay, Sara?"

"Yeah, why would you think I wasn't?"

"Well, uh, the smacking of the head and telling yourself to shut up…"

"Let's get going!" She announced happily as they all boarded the elevator. Silently, they began to rise up. On the fifth floor, the elevator stopped.

Sara gasped loudly as the door opened. "It's like a whole new floor!"

Nick couldn't help but burst out laughing, but quickly wiped the smirk off his face. Greg looked at both of them curiously, but they continued to look straight ahead. The ride resumed, and then it stopped again on the ninth floor. As the door opened, Sara gasped loudly again. And on the eleventh floor. And the fourteenth. And the nineteenth.

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Tuesday evening

"Would you like to talk now, Catherine?" A voice stopped Catherine Willows as she walked down the hallway at CSI with her boss, Gil Grissom. She spun around the face Judy, one of her fellow coworkers that she ran across occasionally.

"Excuse me?"

"It was you, wasn't it? You called me earlier, and as soon as I answered you said you couldn't talk now."

Catherine could feel her boss's eyes looking questioningly at her and she tried to think fast.

"It must have been Catherine Billows who called you. From swing shift." She quickly made up to avoid questions from her boss. "Try her."

"Who?"

"Sorry, gotta run!" She said as she started to make a run for it, pulling Gil with her.

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Greg Sanders rushed out of the doors of the breakroom and stopped, looking both ways, then letting out what could only be described as a girlish scream. In his hand, he held a Styrofoam cup that was, minutes before, filled to the top with his favorite Blue Hawaiian Coffee. He'd gone to the restroom and now only an inch of brew was left at the bottom. He searched around frantically for the culprit.

After a couple of minutes, he found his way into the DNA lab. Touched to the lips of the beautiful Mia was a cup of coffee, and from what his keen nose could smell, it was his Blue Hawaiian. Mia looked over at him as he entered the room. She made sounds with her mouth, trying to taste the coffee fully. When she was done, she made a disgusted face.

"You….you….my…." Greg tried. No one touched his coffee.

"Ugh! Gag me with a maggot! This stuff tastes like puke, Greg. Gourmet my ass!" She threw the remaining coffee into the trash can, leaving Greg speechless and gaping.

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Conrad Ecklie walked down the hallway to his office, noticing a loud sound coming from within. As he got closer, he realized it was the sound of a vacuum running. He'd never run into the janitors before in his office, but he figured if he went inside, he would probably get the clue and leave. The director was surprised to see the back of Catherine Willows sweeping away at the floor of his office around his desk. As she turned, she noticed her boss standing there with crossed arms and a confused look on his face. She switched the vacuum off.

"Oh, hey Bob!" She greeted him. Ecklie turned around to see if anyone else was with him. Seeing they were alone, he stammered his response a little, not knowing what to say.

"Uh…hello Catherine." He paused. "Can I ask what you're doing?"

"A clean room is a happy room, Bob. I'm just doing all I can to help the lab." She explained, dead serious. Catherine picked up the vacuum and proceeded to head out the door. "By the way, I like your style." She pointed at him with double-barreled fingers and pretended to shoot him, giving him a wink. "That sweater vest hugs you in just the right places."

He glanced down at his decidedly boring attire. "Umm….thanks?"

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Wednesday evening

The team was gathered in the break room going over a triple homicide, trying to piece clues together. Papers and crime scene photos were spread all over the table as they all threw their findings and ideas out.

"We still don't have a motive for the girlfriend." Gil said.

"Actually, I found that she had secretly been seeing an ex-boyfriend for about a month. Maybe she was sick of her new boyfriend, wanted him out of the way?"

"Sara, didn't you find some semen evidence on the bedsheets?" Grissom questioned.

"Yes, and I had Mia process it along with DNA samples from both males."

"I found evidence of both males' semen in the bedsheets, both fresh." Mia explained, getting up and going to the clear board. "In fact, the ex's semen appeared in almost twice as many samples from the bed as the current boyfriend's." She said, writing some figures on the board.

"She had it bad for the ex." Greg clarified.

"Yes, it would seem that way." Mia agreed, putting a cap on the marker she was using. "Now, if you would excuse me, I really have to go do number two. I'll be back in ten…oooh…better make it fifteen."

Sara, Nick and Catherine had to bite their lips to keep from laughing, and the others all looked puzzled and grossed out as the DNA technician left the room.

Just then, Conrad Ecklie walked in, un-needed but wanted to feel important.

"Hey gang!" He tried, but no one seemed to warm to him as usual. "Did you find any new evidence in the triple homicide?

No one seemed to want to answer, so Catherine finally jumped in.

"We were just comparing some semen evidence with the DNA from two of her male companions. There are contributions from both."

"So, you've established a possible motive."

"Yes, possibly." Sara clarified. "Can I talk to you a moment in private, Conrad?"

"Certainly." Sara stood up and they both went out to the hallway, leaving the others to discuss the case. "What can I do for you, Sara?"

'Jump off the top of the roof.' She thought to herself.

Sara leaned in close to Ecklie, like she wanted to let him in on a secret. He tilted his ear towards her to hear better. Sara then started speaking to him in jibberish, making up nonsense words as she went, occasionally throwing in a little profession-related jargon so he might think he was mishearing the rest of it.

"Did you get that, Ecklie, I don't want to have to repeat it." She said impatiently, turning to go back into the breakroom.

Sara smirked inwardly as she turned back to see an exasperated Conrad Ecklie. Mr. Big Bossman had no idea what was going on, as usual.

"I….yeah. Thanks for the information, Sara. Good work." He tried to cover up.

"Great. Call me as soon as you find out the results. I need to know ASAP."

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Gil Grissom returned to his office after a long shift on Friday morning. He was heading towards his desk when Sara Sidle's voice caused him to turn around.

"Hey, Gil, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Certainly." He said. "In fact, I wanted to talk to you too. Do you think Mia's been acting a little strange lately?"

"Huh?" She asked stupidly. Had he figured them out?

"I've been getting all kinds of reports about her doing weird things, like…drinking from the nozzle of the water cooler? Paging herself over the loud speaker? Have you noticed anything?"

Sara shook her head slowly. "No. I…I…uh. Well, you know those DNA people. I don't know how many times Greggo freaked me out."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He said, starting to back up towards his desk again. "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?

"Oh, right." She said nervously. "It's, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Gil looked at her questioningly. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It was just something from an old case. No big deal."

"Okay. If you want to, my door's open."

Sara turned to leave and Gil smiled to himself. She could be something else. He started walking backwards towards his desk as he was deeply engrossed in the paperwork in his hands. As he reached the spot where his chair normally sat, he squatted down. He realized too late that there was nothing there for him to sit on, and he went tumbling backwards onto his behind.

"Sidle!"

Just then, Greg walked in, wheeling in a swivel chair.

"Hey, boss?" He called. Gil managed to pick himself up off the floor, his ego bruised more than his behind. "What are you doing down there?"

"What is it, Greg?"

"I found this in the elevator. I thought it looked like yours." Greg gave the chair a push and it stopped just before Gil's feet.

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Sara and Nick's apartment, Friday night

"Sara, Sara, Sara, I cannot believe you are still employed, missy." Nick admitted as they snuggled on the couch. Sara was laying on the couch, her legs propped up in Nick's lap.

"Well, you misunderestimate my charm, Stokes. Who could fire a sweet thing like myself?" She smiled.

"You are damn lucky Grissom's got it bad for you, Sidle." He ran his hand up and down her leg, smiling. "And with all that crap you pulled, you didn't even win."

"I know." She pouted her lips. "And I even made Grissom fall on his ass. I should get triple points for that! Catherine got extra points for doing all that stuff to Ecklie. She told him he looked good in his sweater vest. I have to hand that one to her."

"What, Ecklie in a sweater vest doesn't get you hot?" He teased.

"No more than thinking about you in tights." She jabbed back, shifting her foot so she grazed him in the most sensitive area.

"Oh! Now that's gonna cost you."

"How's that?"

Instead of answering with words, Nick leaned down and brushed his lips with hers. The couple spent the next couple of minutes sensually exploring each others' mouths, only the gentle, soft smacking sound of their lips filling the air. Nick slowly reached down and ran a hand over her breast.

"Hey, that's how you almost got me disqualified from this, loser. If I had still been able to pull tricks on you, I probably would've won."

"Are you complaining, Sidle? I can stop, since I remember I am just so replaceable by your special friend."

Sara answered by grabbing his hand and replacing it on her chest again.

"No, mon." She said in a Jamaican accent. Nick smiled and then continued his exploration of her body, and all Sara could think was that this was the best runner-up prize ever.