Soooo did everyone run on out and check out that movie??? Well, if you did…told you it screamed Grissom and Sara right! And if you didn't…why? You need to! Really, you'll love it. There is a quote in here from the movie...not a major line, I just thought it was funny. Catch it, point it out and I will give you mad props in the next chapter. And trust me, my props to you matter in this life.

"Pain in my ass, Cat…I swear…" Sara said, pulling out her phone. "One missed message. Must be Brass'," she said aloud. "Well, at least no major crime broke out and I was the world's last great hope and all of that good drama."

"Just check the damn message Sara," Catherine said in a hushed tone.

Sara looked up at Catherine in confusion at the tone of voice she was using. What the hell was going on?

"Fine. When I'm done, mother, may I continue my conversation with my boss?"

Grissom raised an eyebrow at the two women. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, Gil. Sara needs to check that message and you need to get back to reading and signing those papers so I can be on my way. I've got a meeting with Ecklie soon."

"I was wondering what the chestacular shirt was for," Sara said as she put her phone to her ear.

Grissom went back to the seemingly interminable stack of papers that Catherine had brought him.

Good, it kept him from seeing Sara's face.

Her face was some odd mix between humility and anger as she listened to Brass. "…and that you really need to stop talking right now if you haven't gotten to the part about him being gay. Don't do it, Sara." He sighed, "He thinks…he thinks you're there for an entirely different reason. Don't ask if he's into guys, he'll shit a brick. Hell, Sara, he'll shit the Great Wall of China if you ask that question. Okay, Sara? Just call me as soon as you get this, or talk to Catherine, she knows. Just stop talking. Bye." How many people knew about this?

She turned to Catherine and whispered, "How the hell does Brass know?" Why couldn't these people just let her ask the man?!

"Come here." Catherine motioned for a little conference in the corner of Grissom's office.

Grissom looked up at Sara. She held up a finger and told him, "This'll just take a sec." and went over to Catherine.

"Okay, I went outside and that's when I saw Jim-"

"Why was he at the lab?" Sara cut her off.

"He was leaving to go to a goat farm." At Sara's confused look she added, "It's his cousin's. I think this is his vacation."

"Like 'bah' goats? And where the hell do you farm goats in Vegas?" Sara asked.

"That's what I asked! Yes 'bah' goats and it's like four or five hours from here. Anyway he was late leaving. He said it was because Griss was freaking out about something."

"And? What the hell was it?"

"You."

"Really?" Sara blushed and smirked.

"Yeah, Sara, modesty looks really great on you, but right now, please focus."

"Sorry."

"So Jim helped him out and was on his way."

"What was the big issue though? What was he freaking out about me for; what did I do?"

"The reason he was freaking out was because…Sara, the man thought you were coming in here to ask him out again."

Jaw meets floor.

"Yeah and that looks better on you than the modesty did."

Sara closed her mouth "A date again?! Oh, my God…holy…fu-…son of a goat lover."

"What is it with people and goats?"

"I guess that whole Brass think put them in my head, sorry…whatever. A date?!"

"Yeah, that's why Jim told you to stop talking. Before you embarrassed the hell out of yourself…and Gil."

"But…I…oh, could life suck ass any harder right now?!" Sara groaned.

"Yeah, you could be Grissom." Catherine laughed and pointed at him.

Sara looked over at him. Fingers were running though curls again and once again, no gaydar going off. He was lost in thought…and hot!

"So what do I do, Cath"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if I'm not supposed to ask if he is gay, the thing I was sent in here to do, then what do I do?"

"Um…leave?"

"Greg said I had til the end of shift tomorrow to ask him."

"Whenever, just definitely not now while he's only thinking 'yes' Sara."

A curious eyebrow rose up "He's thinking only 'yes'?"

"Sara?" Catherine knew what was up.

"Hey" she put her hands up in defense "why the hell not?"

"He's…well, because, Sara…he-"

"Ha! You have no reason!"

"You're going to ask him out?!"

"Damn straight, I'm going to ask him out!"

"Sara…you still have to ask if he's gay, you know."

"Yeah, but before my death, I'm going to go on a date with Gil Grissom." Sara said dreamily.

"Ew, wipe your mouth ,Sara. Jesus, how old are you anyway?"

"Bite me, Grandma! I'm younger than you."

Catherine's turn for a jaw drop. "Oh! I'm not that old! That was a cheap shot!"

"Sorry."

"No you're not."

"Not really, Grandma."

Catherine rolled her eyes. "So Greg said that you have til the end of shift tomorrow? Since when did we, one, have a timeline for this, and two, have Greg in charge of said timeline?"

"It's Greg…he's in charge of everything in his own little world."

"This whole lab is Greg's own little world."

"Exactly. But don't worry about a thing. Look!" Sara exclaimed as she pulled Greg's cards from her pockets and Catherine's lit up.

"Shut up! His 'babies'?!"

"I know, right!"

"Sara, I think I just forgave you for that 'grandma' line!"

"We can get anything out of that little shit now."

"Oooo…anything, this is just too good, Sara."

"I don't even know what to use them for."

"He'll most certainly have some type of dirt on us or want something."

"Who the hell cares!"

"He said they were 'his last shot at foreign happiness'. We've got something good here, Sara."

"Catherine, I'm done with your tree now," Grissom said, neatly stacking the papers.

She started back to his desk but Sara stopped her. "Cath, no matter what, don't tell the boys about the date. They'll ruin it, even if he is gay, this is my only shot."

"Jesus, Sara, I'm not that big of a bitch. Good luck." Catherine gathered the papers from Grissom and headed out the door, giving Sara one last 'good luck' wink.

"So…what was that whole thing about?"

"What thing?" Sara asked while returning to her seat.

"Suspicious phone messages…pow wows in dark office corners? A little espionage perhaps, Miss Sidle?" he smirked.

'Damn, it's hot when he calls me that!' she thought. "Oh, those things. Um, well…I, they have to do with why I'm here," she smiled with some odd, newfound confidence.

"We never got to that part of the conversation."

"We never really got to any part of any conversation."

"Hey, that part wasn't my fault. You said not to shut the door, Sara," he laughed.

"Well, I didn't really think that people would be walking in here every two freaking seconds. Or at least ever time I tried asking…" and suddenly her confidence had gone.

"Asking?" he prodded gently. 'Please for the love of any God in any heaven anywhere, just ask me out!'

"Asking if um…maybe you are…if you might-"

'Screw it!' he thought. "Sara, I think I know what you're going to ask me."

"Yeah?"

"And my answer is…my answer is yes," he said with a mile-wide smile across his face.

The sound of glass shattering in the hall cut Sara off from any response.

"What the hell was that?" Grissom asked, running to the hallway followed by an equally curious Sara.

There they found Greg looking like a five-year-old that just found his father, not Santa, placing presents under the tree. At his feet, several shattered glass beakers.

"Greg, what happened?" Grissom asked.

"Uh," was all Greg said as he stared at Sara.

She knew what happened.

"Uh, Gris, I think he's fine. I'll help him clean this up and I'll uh, talk to you later. Yeah?"

"Um…yeah, okay." And he made his way back to his office

Being sure to keep her voice down she still yelled at Greg, "What the hell Greg?!"

"I knew it!"

"What?"

"He's gay!"

"What did you hear? Exactly?"

"He said that he knew what you were in there to ask- guilty conscience, I guess- and you said 'yeah' and then he confirmed it. He said yes! Sara, the man just told you he was gay!" he grinned stupidly.

"This is ignorant, Greg!"

"No, this is genius!"

"What?!"

"Sara, the man you're in love with is gay…that means my chances are open. With you I mean…not with him."

"Greg-"

"Please?" he begged.

"You know, when you beg like that it's-"

"Oddly hot and you find yourself completely unable to restrain yourself? Broom closet is okay with me," he winked.

"You're an idiot!" she smacked his arm.

"And Grissom's a mo!" Greg defended himself.

"A mo?"

"Mo as in homo. Homo as in homosexual. Homosexual as in queer, gay, flamer. As in he pitches or catches, probably both. As in he likes guys, as in pole smoker, as in fudge packer, as in he likes it up the-"

"Jesus, Greg! I really think I got the point! You know a lot of the gay lingo!"

He shrugged, "I've been reading a lot of books on tape."

"Lots of ways to describe Grissom then."

"Yeah and I'm none of those things!" he said finishing up the glass cleaning.

"Greg-"

"Oh, come on! He's gay so you can't seriously be in love with the guy anymore."

She looked into Grissom's office at him. He was smiling shyly at her. She smiled back and turned to Greg.

"Oh, my God, Sara. You are!"

"So."

"I don't know what everyone is going to love more- the fact that he is gay or the fact that you still want him," he laughed and turned to walk away.

"I have porn stars and matches, Greg," she warned

He froze. "No."

"I will."

"What am I not telling?"

"That I…you know what, I'm sure better reasons to torch your ladies will come up. Go for it." She didn't care, Grissom had said yes to her date proposal…well, not that she had technically asked him out, but he thought she was, so it counts!

"Wha-" Greg was left standing in the halls when Sara turned back into Grissom's office and shut the door in his face.

"So, Grissom, about this date…"

Oh, my God, you guys! Did I just pull off a cliffy? This was a little drama like- my bad, it just came out like that.

Oh and in case you care…and sorry if you don't, this chapter is funnyish…not as funny as others because I ACTUALLY SLEPT! I slept for almost a whole 7 hours…not that much to you, but a record for me. I got pissed and downed some Nyquil…yay self medication! So the deprivation wasn't really there to help me with this…

thegreatbluespoon----IT SNOWED!!! For three minutes and an uncertain amount of seconds it snowed itty bitty flakes you guys! See, I totally proved my mother wrong…if you bitch and moan long enough, things do happen! Suck on that, ma!