DISCLAIMER: Don't own it... No money made... Just for fun and enjoyment.

SUMMARY: Sequel to Displacement. The CSI team and their recently hired coroner Stephanie are back to work solving cases, sharing companionship and generally making their way through the dire world of criminal investigation with humor and friendship... This one will show the development of the relationship between Grissom and Sara and there should be some other surprises down the road as well. Romance/Drama/Angst/Mature Situations

RATING: M for Mature - I'm starting this one out at "M", since we won't be waiting quite so long for the smut this time out ;) Also, there is a sprinkling of language throughout the story.

A/N: Sorry about taking so long to get this chapter up, but between still reeling from last night's episode and trying to get rid of this stupid chest cold, I ran out of time today :p So, after the drama of last night's episode, here's a little humor to get you through the day. :D

REVIEWS: I am always looking for ways to improve my writing, and your reviews let me know if I am hitting my mark. Thank you in advance for the time you take to review this story.


Chapter 14

"Warrick, man, I'm sorry. I tot-…"

Warrick held up his hand, and the look on his face screamed that Greg should shut up quickly, before it was too late.

They walked a few more feet, before Greg started again. "C'mon, it wasn't th-…"

Warrick turned on a dime and held up his hand again, "If you know what's good for you, you will not say another word." He turned again and headed back towards the Locker Room. As he turned, the heavy plastic bag he was carrying swished. Greg waited a few steps before continuing to follow the senior CSI. As he watched from behind, Warrick pulled on the coverall he was wearing. It was not the standard issue coverall that all CSI's wore. It was a powder blue jumpsuit they had gotten from the guys at the body farm, and it was not the right size, so Warrick had to tug at it every few steps.

When they got to the Locker Room, Nick was just closing up his locker as he turned and saw the late arrivals. "Oh, man… I got to hear this story." He was laughing full tilt at the sight of Warrick in the too small, powder blue jumpsuit carrying a large and obviously heavy plastic bag. "What the hell happened to you, bro?"

"Greg," was his only answer as he dropped the bag and it made another loud sloshing noise.

Nick turned up his nose at the sight and sound of the bag before asking, "What's in the bag?"

Warrick glared at Greg as he answered, "What used to be my clothes and shoe and cellphone and PDA."

His glare kept Greg at the doorway to the Locker Room with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. If he could have, Greg would have disappeared, but it only got worse when Phil from HR came to the door. "Hey Warrick… So, where is the old stuff for the claim?" Warrick pointed at the bag and when Phil bent to pick it up, he must have caught a whiff of the contents. "Yeah, so have someone destroy that stuff." He walked over to where Warrick was standing in front of his locker and handed him a phone. "I already set up the phone, so you're good to go on that one. But the PDA might take a couple days. Do you have a data backup on that?"

He glared at Greg once more, "Everything but Sanders' evaluation notes."

"Good, no data loss will push it through a lot faster. You still have the model number and stuff." Warrick reached into his locker and handed the man a small product box. "Oh sweet! This will be a cake walk. I might even have you one by tomorrow night." He turned to leave and then remembered one more thing, "That is, if Supervisor Grissom signs the request form tonight." He cringed with that statement.

Nick patted the guy on the shoulder, "No worries, Philbo… I'll get Cath on his case."

"Cool… Thanks, Nick and you guys have a great day." The man edged carefully away from the bag and exited the room.

Greg tried once more to smooth things over, "So, does this mean I get a do-over on my eval?"

Warrick stalked over to Greg and was standing right in the younger man's face, "It means that you better dispose of that bag and then, if you're real lucky, you get to breathe tomorrow."

Greg gulped, grabbed the bag and high-tailed it out of the room, nearly knocking someone over on his way through the hall. Nick, however was still laughing when Warrick turned back for the lockers, "Dude, that jumpsuit is soooo stylin'."

"I agree." They both turned to find Stephanie leaning against the doorjamb, "And it's cut so well to your form… How do you move?" That was too much for Nick and he busted a gut laughing that time.

"Nice… Some friends I got." Warrick was obviously done with the whole scene.

"Oh quit yer whinin'… I brought the scrubs, as requested." She threw a small green bundle at him, which he caught. He immediately put them down in the locker and unzipped the jumpsuit to his waist and wrangled his way out of the sleeves. "Oooo baby!"

Warrick blushed when he realized that he had basically stripped in front of Stephanie. "Sorry, I just want out of this stuff ASAP."

"Well, you got twenty minutes… I'm waiting on a few reports, but as soon as they get here, we can hit the road." She turned her back and started walking away, calling back over her shoulder, "I'll be downstairs… Enjoy the show, Nick."

Nick was still chuckling at him as he pulled the scrubs top on and then grabbed the pants to head to the bathroom. "Next thing you know, Sara'll be walkin' in."

Nick slammed his locker shut and then it was his turn to talk over his shoulder as he left, "Doubtful, since Grissom has his phone shut off." Warrick winced at the information. The last thing he needed to know anything about was Grissom and Sara's sex life. Especially when I ain't got one of my own.