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CHAPTER TWO: WHERE ARE WE GOING TO GO?

Brass, Catherine, Nick, Warrick, Greg and Sara waited with baited breath for Grissom's decision. Well, not so much Sara, as the other five. Sara knew that she would have a nice time wherever they went, just as long as Grissom was there. The two of them had made the decision not to tell the other CSIs that they were dating. Grissom said that he wanted to wait until the time was right, and Sara was beginning to have a sneaking suspicion that it would be some time over the next two weeks.

"I think we should go to California," Grissom answered after what seemed like an age.

"No!" Five whiny voices chorused in unison, and the sound reminded Sara of part of Bohemian Rhapsody. The next minute Greg would probably stand on the table and yell 'Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me'.

"Why don't you want to go to California? I think it's a great idea," Sara said.

Catherine sniffed. "You're only saying that because you're natives."

"Sara and I hold the majority," Grissom reminded her. "Brass is from New Jersey, Nick is from Texas, Warrick's from Vegas, you're from Montana, and Greg's from Mars. So we're going to California."

Greg shook his head. "What is there to do in California?"

"Lots of things," Sara piped up. "There's Getty's museum, Hurst Castle, the aquarium at Monterrey, San Francisco, Disneyland ..." her voice trailed off, and she noticed that everyone else seemed to have been won over. "All we do is make a list of two places we would like to go each. You put them in preferential order. There'll be fourteen places to go, if we assumed that everyone wanted to go someplace different. There will be people who share preferences, so that's no problem; it'll cut down on travel time. Then, we have a look at the budget we've been given. Order rooms in a motel. Then we work our way north, considering all the places we want to go, and book a minibus we can take." Sara turned fully to Grissom. "When do we go?"

Brass cut in. "Next week. So we have a week to decide where we go, and to book places."

Grissom shook his head. "No, we'll have to book in a couple of days. If you all go home tonight, think of two places, and we'll compare them tomorrow. Then I'll go through the destinations, and book the tickets and stuff."

"I'll do that," Brass countered. "I'm the senior here, so I'm handling the money the sheriff gives us."

"Fair," Grissom murmured. He wasn't really bothered.

Nick, Warrick and Greg left the break room loudly discussing all the best rides to go on at Disneyland, and Brass and Catherine left bitching about the unfairness of their grand scheme.

It was only Grissom and Sara left in the break room. Grissom walked up to Sara, and, checking no one on the outside could see what was going on, placed his hands on her waist. "You come up with some good ideas," he half-whispered.

Sara smiled. "Yeah, I'm not just a pretty face."

Grissom raised an eyebrow. "Well I have an even better idea," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Sara tried to mentally and physically restrain herself from kissing him in their workplace. "What's that?" Her voice was husky.

"No matter where anyone else wants to sleep, we're sharing a room." His daring surprised her.

"What about a bed?" The question wasn't improper in any real sense of the word, but it made up for that by being cheeky.

"I don't have any arguments," Grissom replied. He stood up straighter and removed his hands from her waist. "How about we go home and I pick you out a nice bikini for the beach?"

"Go ahead, Bug-man. But if it's anything like what my mother would choose, I'm not letting you near me again."

Sara picked up her purse, and waited for Grissom to collect his jacket and briefcase from his office, and they exited the building together.

TBC