A/N: Sorry these past few chapters are so short! Next one is a bit longer, I promine!

Besides, next chapter's one of my favorites. I think it's pretty funny :P

THE FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY

The team bade Catherine and Warrick farewell as they left to go deal with a case. Now only Sara, Grissom, and Nick remained in the break room.

Sara gave Grissom an icy stare as he sorted through the remaining cases. She's still mad at Grissom, Nick noted.

He mulled over what he had said to Grissom last week about him liking Sara. He realized pissing off his boss probably wasn't the best idea. He decided to try and patch things up.

"Hey, you want help on your homicide?" Nick asked cautiously.

"No, Sara's gonna work with me." He replied without making eye contact.

Nick winked at Sara, knowing she would be once again furious. She gave an "of course" shrug, and, imitating a gun with her fingers, pantomimed shooting Nick with it and winked back.

Nick smiled, pleased at the response. Unfortunately, Grissom noticed as well.

"You have a missing person, Sheryl Applegate." said Grissom curtly. "Her husband notified the police that she took the car and headed to LA, but she never showed up. A few hours ago, he found her car at the bus station. He requested a CSI."

"She took the bus instead. Case solved." Nick said, a grin on his face.

Sara giggled at his comedic response. Grissom gave a half-smile, only faintly amused. "Hopefully you're right. But until she's located, treat her car like a crime scene," He retorted, holding out the papers for Nick.

Nick sighed. Sara shot him a sympathetic look and pressed her lips together.

He stood up, took the papers, and tossed Sara an apple, which she caught. He then made his way out.

Sara turned the apple around in her hands. She smiled at Nick's retreating figure, then shot a harsh glare at Grissom. He beckoned with his finger to follow him. Sighing, she stood up and obliged.

"Why so harsh on Nicky?" Sara asked as casually as she could as they walked down the hallway.

Grissom sighed. After a few seconds, he evasively replied, "Let's just say he and I happen to see certain things the same way."

Sara was confused. "I thought that was good?"

"I wish it was," he replied. He hoped Sara knew just how much he meant it.