Bugs

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters, settings, etc, etc, are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and everyone else except me. I'm not making any profit, just boosting my ego and corrupting innocent tv-show character for my own amusement and twisted enjoyment. And oh, I'm completely and utterly broke. If I had a well paying job, I wouldn't have time to write this. So suing will be at your own expense;)
Warnings: Gay contents, bad language (including bad grammar and spelling), as well as seriously ooc-behaviour.

Stage one: The bite

"You think we should be worried?" Nick asked, fiddling with the empty plastic cup in his hands.

"Because Grissom gets a strange package from Africa? No, never." Warrick replied sarcastically as his eyes darted towards the doorframe leading from the break room to the hallway.

"Probably just bugs." Nick tried to reason.

"Yeah, but what kind of bugs?" Warrick's eyes never left the doorway.

A screech made both men jump.

"What the?" Nick looked at his friend who threw away his magazine as they both sped out the door towards the source of the noise.

"Goddamn hell son of a bitch!" The guys got out into the hall just in time to see a seething Sara Sidle stride out of Grissom's office, holding onto her arm.

"You scared them!" Grissom yelled as he came walking after her.

Nick took a step back on pure instinct and the heads that had peeked out from the labs immediately retreated back to where they came from. Grissom was dead meat.

"Your little bastards bit me!" She yelled, making the usually so calm and collected Gil Grissom hunch down.

"You frightened them." He tried.

"They're fucking bugs!" She yelled back. "I was opening the lid as you told me and the damned things bit me! Do you even know what they are? Am I going to catch something?"

Grissom suddenly looked deep in thought and Sara's eyes widened with shock.

"Grissom, don't tell me…" But he shook his head.

"I know what they are. Well, I'm almost sure I know." As she made a move to punch him, Grissom held up his hands. "I know they're not poisonous!" He said in an unusually high pitched voice.

"Find out what they are." She hissed before turning on her heels.

"Uh-oh." Nick shook his head as Sara stormed past him and Warrick. "I'm glad she's not on my case tonight. She'd have me killed."

"Yeah me too." Warrick said, looking in the direction where Sara had stormed off to. "Do you know whose case she's on?"

"Catherine's." Nick replied in a worried tone.

"Not good." The two men shook their heads and went on with their work. It was going to be a long shift.

"Hey Sara!" Greg's brightly smiling head poked out of his lab door. "I got your results." He said in an alluring voice as he waved a paper in his hand.

"Give me." She walked up to him and tried to snatch the paper from him.

"Give you what exactly?" He smirked at his own sexually charged joke.

"Greg, enough with the sexual innuendoes. You know as well as I do it's never going to happen and frankly I find it insulting that you'd think I was that easy." Greg's face dropped at her words, but he didn't look half as shocked as Sara did. "I…" She stuttered, looking around as if trying to find the reason for her sudden directness on the wall behind her. "Thanks." She snatched the paper form him and made a quick exit out of the lab, leaving a jaw-dropped lab tech starring after her.

What the hell was happening?

Shaking her head, Sara walked through the hallways leading down to her destination.

That was weird. She'd thought it, as so many times before. But this time, instead of making a smart reply, she'd told him exactly what was on her mind.

Guess it was one of those days.

She stopped in front of the lay out room, taking a second to let her eyes wander over the body that was leaning over the microscope. Soft curves hidden under the white lab coat, the strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a lose pony tail, with small strands of lose hair falling into baby blue eyes, slightly hidden behind green rimmed reading glasses.

"Hey Catherine, I got the results from Greg." Acting as if she'd just walked in the door, Sara stepped up to her co-worker and handed her the paper.

"Check this out." The blonde stepped away from the microscope as she took the paper from her hands.

"My pleasure." Sara stopped dead in her tracks. Wow, it happened again! Shit, she hoped Catherine hadn't noticed the undertones. What was with her today? If she was going to keep saying everything that was on her mind, it was going to be a very long shift… and her last one if she was going to say what she was thinking with Catherine Willows in the room. Because Sara's thoughts about Catherine where never suitable for the public. In fact, they where more suitable for the bedroom.

"There are green fibres on this." Sara stated as she peeked into the microscope. "Looks like some form of rubber… or plastic."

"And since when are there green rubber fibres on white satin sheets?" Catherine asked and Sara looked up at her with a smirk.

"Depends on what you do in those sheets." Shit! Shit, shit, shit! She did not say that out loud! But from the slightly stunned look on Catherine's face, she must have. Shit!

"Uhm, yeah, anyway." The blonde looked away and picked up a small plastic zip bag from the table. "I found the same kind of fibres on the suspect's jeans. I'm collecting both samples and sending them over to trace." She picked up a pair of tweezers and a new bag.

"Let me get that." Sara took the tweezers and manoeuvred them towards the green fibres while looking through the microscope.

"So, I heard you had an argument with Grissom's new bugs?" Catherine grinned as she leaned on the table with her hands.

"Argument? The little bastards bit me!" Sara said as she caught the fibres with a triumphant gesture and put them in the little zip lock bag. "I swear, that man's fascination with bugs is nothing but freaky. I may not have the most evolved of social lives, but at least I get turned on by a nice ass, not bugs." Whoa! Way too much information Sidle! This was getting freakier by the minute!

"Never pegged you for an ass person Sara." Catherine said with amusement as she took the bag from her and started labelling it.

"Ass, breast, whatever, they all look good on you." Sara clasped her hand over her mouth as Catherine's head shot up. Holy shit!

"Sorry?" Pen suspended in mid air, Catherine was looking at Sara as if she'd just sprung not only a tail, but horns and a halo too.

"Uh… I… Trace." She quickly grabbed both plastic bags and ran out of the room. Oh god. Oh God! She was screwed, she was so royally screwed! And not in the good way either. What the hell! Why was she suddenly sharing every thought I her mind? This was suicide. Well, since she could never look Catherine in the eye again, work was out of the question.

Maybe she could move to north Hampton. Or Alaska. Alaska was good. It was far away from Catherine. Shit!