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Sara pulled into the carpark and turned her car off. She sighed and hoped that no-one else from the lab had heard the broadcast from the day before. She opened her door and stepped out. Walking up to the doors of the lab, she took a deep breath and stepped in, preparing herself for the utter humiliation that would follow.

She went into the locker room, grateful that it was empty. Her journey there had been fairly uneventful, except for the occasional snigger behind her back.

"Hey Sara!" Nick greeted cheerfully. He smirked as he turned away, humming the tune of the song from the day before. She smacked the back of his head.

"Shut up Stokes!" she said angrily, but fighting the urge to smile. Nick laughed.

"Oh come on Sar, you have to admit it was funny" Nick said. She walked towards the door, paused and turned back to face Nick.

"Yeah well we'll wait and see what Grissom says about that tomorrow"

Nick's brow furrowed in confusion. He looked up to ask her what she meant, but she was gone.

"Yo, Sara!" called a voice from the breakroom. She paused, and took a deep breath.

'Count to ten, count to ten, count to ten…' She opened her eyes and plastered a smile on her face. She was at the end of her rope. She couldn't take this much longer. The sniggers had been following her around the lab all day. Had anyone NOT heard the broadcast? Granted, it had been amusing at first, but now she wished everyone would just back off and leave her alone. Oh well. She'd have her revenge tonight. She struggled to wipe the smirk off of her face as she entered the breakroom. "Hi Rick. Catherine." She said cheerfully, nodding a hello to the older woman. 'Maybe they won't mention the broadcast. Oh they had so better not!' She walked over to the coffee pot, pouring herself a much needed cup. Greg had just restocked on the good stuff, so everyone was enjoying it while it lasted. "So did you hear…" She groaned, and walked out. He never even finished the sentence.

She sat in the layout room, her back to the door. Then he came in. She didn't even have to turn around. There was just something about him that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"Results just came in on that hair you sent to DNA" Grissom stated, placing the file on the table next to her. He stood for a minute, as if waiting for her to answer. She didn't, so he walked away, disappointed.

'Ugh, you are SO gonna pay for humiliating me all day!' she thought as he left.

Grissom walked out, feeling utterly humiliated. "GREG!" he stormed into the DNA lab, looking around for the tech.

"I'm sorry!" came the muffled plea from under the desk furthest from the door. Grissom raised an eyebrow upon realising that the man was holding up a stirring rod in the hopes it would protect him. He had an instant desire to laugh, but managed to keep the scowl on his face nonetheless.

"You have some explaining to do!"

"I didn't think you'd take me seriously!"

Grissom sighed, and gave the younger man… who was now holding up a test tube in defence… one last smouldering look before turning and leaving the DNA lab.

He sighed. It had been a long shift. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, walking into his office. He looked around, smiling. He loved his office. It was perfect. Well… it lacked one thing… in the form of a tall, leggy brunette… He slapped his head. "Don't think like that!" he told himself out loud. Anyway, other than that small annoyance, his office was perfect. The rows of jars containing everything from a butterfly to a foetal pig on the shelves kept unwanted visitors out, ensuring it was always quiet. It was filled with all his books, and he found it was the one place in the lab where he could relax and just think. His eyes scanned the familiar space, and he sighed again, but this time a contented sigh. He walked to his desk, and was about to sit down when he noticed a small piece of paper taped to the side of his terrarium. He walked over and pulled the note off the glass.

"You just wait!" was all it said. There was no name, but he didn't need one. He recognised her handwriting. Eyes wide, he turned to face the radio on the corner of his desk.