Disclaimer: I don't own 'em…but I wish I did.

A/N: Okay… references are made to a Seinfeld episode and to the Simpsons.

Catherine crawled toward the door and pulled it shut. Greg sank down the door and landed on the floor beside Catherine.

They both sat there staring at the bathtub and the arms flailing in the tub to the tune of "White Rabbit."

"Yo, Sar—you conducting an orchestra over there?" Greg said as he stifled a girlie giggle.

Suddenly, the arms in the tub stopped moving and disappeared—as did the legs. Catherine and Greg watched in silence as Sara lifted her head so that only crown and her eyebrows could be seen. She then reached up and pulled the shower curtain closed.

They heard her moving around in the tub, but didn't say anything. They were both relishing in the fact that they had managed to get Sara Sidle stoned. And they were both disappointed in the fact that they would never be able to tell anyone about it.

The silence was cut by the sound of Sara whispering. Greg crawled closer to the tub so that he could hear whatever she was saying.

"Hello?...Is your refrigerator running?" And then it was followed by giggling. Greg turned and looked at Catherine and made the universal signal for a telephone with his hand to his ear. Catherine crawled toward him so that she could hear what was being said.

"Hello?...Could you please page Mike Hunt?...yes, Mike Hunt….Are you sure? …try one more time….Mike Hunt….okay." More giggling followed the snapping shut of the phone.

Greg and Catherine were both sitting with their chins resting on the edge of the bathtub when they heard the beeping that alerted them to the fact that Sara was making another call.

"Good evening…oh, is it still afternoon?...so sorry…could you patch me through to Gil Grissom?...Yes, thank you…"

Greg reached up and pulled the shower curtain back and attempted to grab the phone away from Sara.

Her eyes lit up as the person she was calling finally picked up. "Good evening, Mr. Grissom. This is Maya Buttreeks…that's right, Maya Buttreeks…do you have Prince Albert in a can?"

Greg could only shake his head as she slammed the phone shut and started cackling at her prank phone call. All went silent when her phone began to ring. She just stared at it. Greg stared at it. Catherine stared at it.

"Answer it," Catherine finally said.

"I'm not answering it," Sara answered quickly.

"You have to answer it before it goes to voice mail," Greg attempted to reason with her.

She flipped the phone open and attempted to change her voice, "Halo!...Uh, yes, this is Maya Buttreeks…lemme see, hold on," Sara put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. "Are either of you Homer Sexual?" Greg and Catherine both started laughing hysterically. "What's so damn funny? Someone called and wants to talk to Homer Sexual. Are either of you going by the name Homer Sexual now?"

Catherine grabbed the phone from Sara's hands. "Hello?"

"Catherine? First of all, why is Sara calling me with such childish pranks? Second of all, why does she sound like she's, well, uh, stoned?"

Greg snatched the phone out of Catherine's hand and attempted to muster up a calm, sober voice. He didn't succeed. "My dear Grissom, our girl Sara is so fuckin' high. Man, she's like so happy she's not even on cloud nine. She's like on cloud fourteen. She's not even flying the kite anymore, she's riding it."

Catherine snatched the phone back from Greg. "Gil? You still there?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "Yes, I'm still here. Was that Greg?"

"Yes, that was Greg."

"Did he just tell me that Sara is high?"

"Sara? High? Come on, Griss. You know Sara better than that. Do you really think she'd get high?"

"I also know that she's with you and Greg. I don't put anything past the two of you."

"Gil Grissom. Are you suggesting that we got your prodigy stoned?"

"Yes."

Catherine started to giggle. Sara leaned over the side of the tub and took her phone from Catherine, wagging a finger in her face and saying, "No soup for you!"

Sara lowered her voice and tried to sound sexy as she said, "Hello, Gil."

"Sara, are you stoned?"

She spoke slowly and huskily. "Yes. Yes, Gil. I'm stoned. Mmmmm…Grissom?"

"Yes, Sara?"

"I'm in the tub."

"You're in the room with Greg and Catherine and you're in the tub?"

"It's a big tub. There's room for you. Want to join us?"

Catherine's eyes went wide when she realized what Sara had just said. She took the phone from the brunette once again.

"Gil? … Gil?" There was no answer.

"Fuck! He hung up. Sara! You invited him to come over here."

Greg dismissed Catherine's idea with a wave of his hand. "Grissom would never show up here. Puh-lease! You're worrying about nothing. I'm hungry. You got anything to eat in this joint?"

"Hehehehe…you said joint!" Sara said as she climbed out of the tub and added, "I'm a little hungry, too. Let's find something to eat." She grabbed Catherine's hand and pulled her to her feet. "Time to feed us, Cath."

With their buzz quickly dissipating, the trio found only peanut butter and bologna as suitable sandwich makings.

"Cath, I don't eat bologna. It's meat. Got anything else I can put on there?"

"There's some cereal in the cabinet, too."

"Awesome! Peanut butter and cereal sandwich. What kinds do we have?"

"Look and see, Sara. You know where the cereal is."

"Right," Sara said as she opened the pantry and found Cap'n Crunch, Fruity Pebbles, and Shredded Wheat.

"I think I'll have a little of each of these on there." Catherine slid her two pieces of bread already slathered with peanut butter. Sara sprinkled some of each of the cereals on the bread and smashed both pieces together. She was just finishing her "sandwich" when Catherine's doorbell rang.

All three looked at each other. "Who could that be?" Greg asked as he raised his eyebrows in Sara's direction.

"What? Why ya' lookin' at me? Why would I know who is at Catherine's door? It's her house. She has to know who it is. So Cath," Sara said as she turned to her, "who's at the door?"

"If you stop talking a mile a minute, I'll get the door and see who it is. Chances are we already know who it is though."

Catherine left the kitchen and went through the living room to open the front door. There, she was greeted by a smiling Grissom holding up a DVD. "I brought Pink Floyd! Where's the grass?"

Grissom brushed past Catherine and walked into the house. Catherine was still standing there with her hand on the door and her mouth hanging open. Grissom had just asked her where the grass was.

"Lindsey! Pack your bag. You're going to stay with your Aunt Nancy tonight."