Chapter 3
"Seen any good movies lately?"
Halfway into the shift, the team was assembled around the break room table picking at food and sharing details of their cases. Nick's comment could have been construed as having been directed at the room, but Grissom knew it was for him.
Unwittingly Greg took the pressure off by detailing some gore fest playing at the multiplex. Catherine couldn't understand how Greg could want to watch that stuff after doing what they do all night. Nick wanted to know if Grissom liked horror movies.
"I'm partial to the classics, like Dawn of the Dead."
He couldn't help but bait. Before he'd kissed Sara goodbye and left for work he'd asked her how she felt about the others knowing. Her sleepy answer, "Torture Nick as long as possible, then just tell them and be done with it." Post kiss he had asked, half teasing, "What, exactly, should I tell them?"
She kissed him again, waking both of them up a little with her intensity and then smirked, "Tell them they should be very, very jealous."
"What about Shawn of the Dead?" Nick avoided Grissom's eyes by swigging from his Gatorade just after asking.
"It was nice of Luna to let us borrow it but I missed most of it, Sara's quite the distraction. I'd be willing to lend you some good zombie movies though, if you're in need." And with that the supervisor left the room, a group of mystified investigators in his wake.
Catherine spoke first, "Did he just say what I think he did?"
Nick's smile got the best of Warrick, "You might want to brush those canary feathers from your chin and tell us what that was all about."
Nick widened his grin in the direction of his coworker, "Meow. Cost me twenty bucks, I'm not telling you for free. If the Bossman wants you to know, he'll tell you." He followed his supervisor's steps down the hall.
Catherine made a face at Warrick, "You think Grissom and Sara…?"
"Nah, he's just messing with us, right?" They both stood at the same time.
"Guys?" Greg was the only one remaining at the table. "You're not serious are you?"
Grissom sat behind his desk and waited. Nick showed up first and Grissom merely pointed at a seat and then looked expectantly at the door. It was only moments before the rest of the team joined them.
He looked down, considering, allowing his tongue to explore the corner of his mouth.
"Well?" Greg finally demanded.
"What do you want to know?" Grissom feigned innocence.
"What's going on with you and Sara?" Catherine chimed in.
"My personal life is not" his bluff got cut off, the glint in his eye had answered her.
She shook her head in amazement, smiling widely "It's about time."
Warrick cleared his throat, "Amen to that. Congratulations man."
Greg looked from one face to the next, they had to be putting him on. "Wait, this is a joke right? Grissom? And Sara?"
Grissom turned his full attention to Greg. Grissom's full attention was unsettling for many people; Greg was close to the top of that list. "Does it strike you as funny?"
He tried for recovery, "Not funny, ha ha, not, I just wasn't aware that the two of you, ah,I mean she's kinda more my spee…"
Oh. The look on Grissom's face did not bode well.
"I'm just saying, it's a surprise. Uh. I'm happy for you."
As they filed out of his office Grissom smiled hearing Nick tell Warrick, "Best 20 bucks I ever lost." And Warrick's response, "You bet AGAINST Grissom? Sucker bet."