Title: Little Clues

Author: Urabadinfluence

Rating:M ...definitely M

Summary: It's the little clues that you should follow to see what is right in front of you. The night shift family compare notes on how they knew that Sara and Grissom were together.

A/N: I don't own much of anything. If I did, I would love to own CSI, but, I don't. I don't even know any of them. I would LOVE to know Billy Peterson though. But, of course, if I ever saw him, I would probably become a blundering idiot, tripping on every word in my mouth.

Grissom started to get out of his chair, trying to escape the story that he knew was coming.

Pushing down on Grissom's shoulder and effectively shoving Grissom back into his chair, Jim Brass continued his story, "Do you guys remember when....."

'PLEASE Jim, don't. I am begging," Grissom whined. "I will do anything Jim."

"Oh no, bug man, I have waited too long for this." Jim replied.

Grissom shifted uncomfortably in his chair and looked towards his friend, his eyes pleading for silence.

Jim started, 'Well, anyways, around a year and a half ago, Sara, Grissom, and I were at a scene....."

Grissom slid his eyes closed, wishing to be anywhere but where he was at the moment, and drifted back to the time that Jim found out about Sara and him.

Like it was yesterday, he could still see her walking down the halls of CSI, wearing light tan jeans and a chocolate silk low cut blouse. Their day had started out great, he remembered. They had just decided to move in together that morning. Sara's lease on her apartment was up in a month, and she never was there anymore, so casually, he suggested that she move in with him. Sara agreed quickly, knowing that they were ready to take that next step. To celebrate their decision, they had made love in the early morning light. After they had slept a few hours, they decided to grab an early dinner and then go in to work. Sara was waiting on some lab results and Grissom needed to restock his kit with print powders, so it was agreed that they would head into work about an hour early.

Upon their arrival to CSI Headquarters, they each went their way, Sara going to the DNA lab, and Grissom heading out to the supply room. Stopping by his office, Grissom recalled grabbing his kit, and heading into the supply room, spreading out all of his supplies. He figured, as long as he had a bit of time, he might as well check on all of his equipment.

Sitting back in his waiting room chair with his hands behind his head and legs stretched out, Grissom grinned as he remembered what happened next.

Bending over to reach some pens that he had dropped, Grissom jolted into an upright position as he was shocked when he felt a pair of hands on his behind. Swiftly turning around, he found Sara doubled over in laughter.

"Griss," she sputtered out, "You should have seen the look on your face, it was priceless."

Grissom slowly inched his way closer to Sara with a smirk on his face, and a hungry look in his eye. "Sara, how many times do I need to tell you, don't start what you can't finish." His body had effectively pinned her up against the wall as her eyes went wide and her body trembled with anticipation. Luckily, this room was the only one that was not all glass, and they were in reach of the rooms only door. Grissom reached over and swiftly closed and locked it, giving them some privacy. Turning his head back to Sara, Grissom gently wrapped his arms around Sara and lowered his lips to hers, caressing her lips with his breath and his soul. Sara gasped into his mouth, shocked by the tenderness of his actions, and wrapped her arms around him.. Grissom deepened the kiss by pulling away slightly and then plunging quickly toward her, capturing her lower lip in between his, gently sucking.

Grissom chuckled lightly as he put his hands on her ass and suggestively ground into her, sending waves of pleasure through them both. Keeping his hands on her bottom, he slightly lifted her up, and continued to grind into her.

As Grissom sat in the hospital, drifting back into his memories, he barely heard Jim speak, but occasionally, he couldn't totally tune out a gasp or chuckle.

Slipping back into his memory, Grissom recalled what happened next.

Slowly lowering Sara, making sure that his body massaged hers the entire way down, Grissom pulled back with a grin, "Sara, now that you have no doubt what you do to me my dear. We really can't finish this here. I need to finish packing up my kit, and get to the break room, so I can hand out assignments." Sara pouted but agreed saying, "Now who started something he can't finish."

"Honey, I will finish, I just have to postpone the outcome a little. Call it extreme long-term foreplay."

Sara just smirked and left the room saying "OK bug man, you are just a tease; but, I will come back to get you in a few. I am going to the bathroom to splash some water on my face while you gather your kit." And with that, she left the room.

He quickly gathered his supplies, noting that he had spilled quite a bit of print powder when he was fixing up his kit. He rushed through washing down the table just as Sara came back to get him. Grissom exited the room with Sara, turning off the lights and locking the door.

They walked quietly to the break room and stood in the hallway for a bit before entering, talking to Hodges about Sara's lab results. Hodges slipped back into his lab when Jim approached Grissom and Sara.

Still standing behind Sara a bit, Jim glanced down at Sara's pants and told her, "Sara, you have something all over the seat of your pants."

Sara twisted her head around as Grissom looked to her behind, trying to see what Jim was talking about.

Jim's eyebrows twisted as he smirked, and said, "Actually Sara, it looks like two hand prints. I guess you picked a bad day to wear light colored pants, huh?" Draping his arm across her shoulder, Jim asked, "So Sara, who has been grabbing your ass today? Do I have to go around and check all of the guys hands around here? I will you know. All I have to do is look for the guy with hands covered in what looks like print powder."

Unconsciously, Grissom crossed his arms and hid his hands. Jim noticed this, and let his grin grow to cover his face.

Grissom snapped out of his memories as the laughter filling the operating waiting room became very loud.

"Get out. Grissom, you stud you." coming from Greg was enough to have Grissom drop his head back into his hands, whining, "I wonder if I can get a separate waiting room."

Occasionally, a moan or a muttered, "I can't believe this is happening to me" would come from Grissom's direction as Jim continued.

"So, anyways, I noticed then, that Grissom had tucked his hands and tried to hide them, and, being the great detective that I am, I followed the clues, but I wanted hard-core evidence. So, I grabbed Gil's arm and wrestled his hand away. Of course, his hands were covered in the stuff, and I HAD to point that out. You should have seen Sara, she turned really red and dashed into the locker room to change her pants. Grissom just stood there jabbering about how Sara had started to fall, and he caught her as she was falling, but, I didn't believe him. I was lucky enough to be called on a case that night that good ol' stud bug here was on, and I didn't let the issue drop. All night I kept telling him that if he needed more print powder, he could call Sara and get it off of her. By the end of the shift, I cornered both of them in Grissom's office, and made them fess up. At that point they had been already been dating for about 5 or 6 months and told me that they had just decided to move in together."

Catherine looked at her friend who was obviously suffering and said, "I wish I would have been there Jim, I would have offered to lift the prints and run them through CODIS. Wait....MOVE IN TOGETHER? GILBERT GRISSOM, you really have been holding out on us."

Grissom asked Jim, "OK , may I go and check on Sara now? I want to see if she is awake yet."

Jim was still laughing, so he didn't say anything, he just nodded his head and let Grissom leave the room.

Warrick and Nick stood up, stretching, saying, "We're going to run and get some coffee. Don't tell any more before we get back. We'll pick up coffee for everyone."

As they were exiting the room, Warrick turned around and said, "My story isn't as good as Jim's or Greg's, but just wait...I'll tell you when we get back."

A/N: Well. there you have it, Brass' story. Warrick will be next.