Well, here's chapter Two!! Thanks for the reviews already!! so, keep reading and keep reviewing!! :O)
Chapter Two
Sara had just settled into a deep sleep when she was awakened by her cell phone ringing. She moaned and rolled out of Gil's arms, fumbling around for her phone on the night stand. She grabbed it and pushed the button to talk.
"Sidle." The sleep in her voice evident.
"Hey, Sara."
"Jim? Oh, no. I just fell asleep!"
"I know, Kiddo, but you're up on this one."
Sara sat up, trying to not disturb Grissom. "Yeah, I know. I'm on call. What you got?"
"I got a shooting out here in Henderson. Two bodies. Apparent murder/suicide. Greg's here alone, so get here as soon as you can."
"Who are you talking to?" Grissom asked groggily. Sara smacked his chest then put her finger to her lips to indicate him to be quiet.
"Sure, I can be there in about half hour."
Jim swore he heard a man's voice, but shrugged it off. When he heard Sara cover the receiver and chuckle saying "stop that". He knew something was up.
Grissom was fully awake after being smacked on his chest. So, he decided to pay her back. He leaned against her back and let his hand wander down her side and around to her hip and onto her thigh as he kissed her neck. He laughed when Sara said rather loudly "stop that".
"Uh, Sara...is there something or someone I should know about?" SHIT! He heard!
"What? No!"
"Uh, huh. Like I believe that. I think you 'Doth Protest too much'." He chuckled. "Just tell whoever he is you'll see him later and get over here ASAP."
"Yeah, ok, Jim. See you in a bit." Sara hung up her phone and plopped back down on the bed.
Grissom rolled over to hug her close. "Sorry. Was that Jim?"
"Yeah. He knows I was with someone! It's a good thing he didn't recognize your voice."
"I'm sorry." He kissed her sweetly and smiled.
"I gotta go. Murder/suicide in Henderson. Greg's there alone." She got up, picking up her clothes. "Great." she mumbled.
"What?" Grissom sat up and looked at her.
"After that, I CANNOT go in wearing the same clothes."
"Well, grab a shirt from the third drawer. Most of those are too small for me anyway."
Sara opened the drawer, pulling out a black t-shirt that had the words THE BEATLES printed on the front. She laughed at the irony of it being Grissom's. She quickly showered and dressed and grabbed her cell phone and keys from the night stand.
"What? No kiss goodbye?" Grissom asked. She smiled down at him and placed a quick kiss on his lips.
"You know, I really do need to keep some clothes here. This shirt may be small on you, but its still a bit big for me."
"I think you look fine." He smiled approvingly at her.
"Well, you also think I look sexy in the blue coveralls, so I don't really think your fashion advice counts for much."
"Yeah, I do love to see you all down and dirty in those coveralls."
She smiled at him. "See you later?"
"Of course! Call me when you're done. I can order some Chinese or something."
"Ok." She gave him a quick kiss again and left.
Sara pulled up to the scene and grabbed her kit. Greg was in the house with Brass waiting for David to get done with the bodies.
"Hey, Sar." Greg greeted her in his normal chipper mood. "I got photos of the bodies, you wanna check outside?"
"Sure, Greg. Hey, Jim."
"Sara, glad you could tear yourself away from your lover and join us." He chuckled.
"What? Sara Sidle, are you seeing someone?" Greg eyed her suspiciously.
"No, not really."
"Oh, come on, Sara? Who is he?" Greg persisted.
"Come on, Greg, leave the poor woman alone." Brass smiled at Sara.
"Thanks, Jim."
"Besides, she doesn't need anymore hassle after having to leave her honey to come see our ugly mugs."
"HEY! Speak for yourself! I happen to think I'm pretty good looking!"
"Yeah, ok, Greg. You're good looking." Brass laughed at him.
"Let's just drop this all, ok?" Sara's look told them to not mess with her today.
"Ok" They both agreed.
Jim followed Sara outside, filling her in on the case. They worked for several hours collecting evidence, taking photos and casting footprints. Sara was loading up some evidence bags when Greg came up with an armful of his own evidence.
"Well, I think that's it." He said as he placed the last bag in the back of the SUV.
"Ok, well, I will meet you at the lab and we can get started on processing." Sara was about to leave when Greg's comment stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Hey, I like the T-shirt. Actually, I have one of those too. Oh, and so does Grissom."
Sara turned around, thinking he had figured out their secret. "And how do you know what clothes Grissom has, Greg?"
"Oh, well," he walked up to her and said in a hushed voice, "I got it for him for Christmas. You know, he's an entomologist, The Beatles. But don't say anything to anyone. I didn't get everyone a gift, you know?"
Sara let out the breath she had been holding. "Oh, ok. Not a problem." WHEW! Dodged that bullet, Sidle!
"So, Sara." Sara closed the door and turned toward Greg. "You going to tell me who this mystery man is that Brass heard?
"No." She said simply.
"Oh, come on, Sara. I tell you stuff. Don't you think it's time you, ya know, reciprocated a bit?"
Sara had to laugh. He was right, but what could she say?
"Well, he's uh, an old friend of mine from San Francisco." See, easy! It wasn't a lie.
"Oh, really. So, did I ever meet him? You know, when I was at that conference with you and Grissom?"
"Ummmm...Hmmmm...You probably did, Greg."
"Really? And I thought you were hung up on Grissom back then."
"We told you before, and I will say it again. We are just friends. Always have been, probably will be for years to come."
"Oh, come on, Sar. Details! Details! Who is this guy!"
"His name is Tony. I worked with him for a few years." She lied, spitting out the first name that came to her.
"Well, I don't remember meeting a Tony. So, is it serious?" He elbowed her playfully.
"Well, not really. He was just in town for a couple days, and now he's probably gone."
"Oh, well, no wonder you were so upset about getting called in."
"Yeah. Well, let's get this back to the lab. We have lots of work to do."
They arrived back at the lab a half hour later. Sara logged in her evidence and sent some green flecks to Trace and blood to DNA. Greg said he would get to work on the other evidence so Sara could go get some rest before her shift began in just 6 hours. Sara went to the locker room to get her bag and saw Nick sitting on the bench buttoning up his shirt.
"Hey, Sara. Heard you got an early call-in. I hate when that happens." He got up and was digging around in his locker.
"Yeah, and I'm on again in about 6 hours."
"UGH! That sucks. Glad I got tonight off." He looked over at Sara. "HEY! I have that same T-shirt!"
"What?"
"Yeah, I think Greg has one too."
"Greg has one what?" Greg asked as he walked in the room.
"The Beatles t-shirt like Sara has on." Nick pointed to Sara's shirt.
"Oh, yeah, and uh, I think I saw Grissom wearing one before too!" He smiled and Sara rolled her eyes at him.
"Greg, you KNOW Grissom has one because you got us all the same t-shirt for Christmas, apparently." Nick just shook his head.
"HEY! Maybe we can all five agree to wear them on the same day! Wouldn't that be hilarious?" Greg suggested, a big smile on his face.
"Five?" Sara asked.
"Well, yeah. I got Warrick one too." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Gee, I don't think so, Greg. Was I the only one you DIDN'T get one for, Greg."
"Well, no. I didn't get Catherine one either." He was feeling slightly guilty now for not getting Sara and Catherine a gift.
"Well, look on the bright side, Sara. Since you didn't get one from Greg, you don't have two!" Nick chuckled, but stopped when he saw the look on Sara's face.
"After today, I think this shirt is going to get burned." She slammed her locker shut and exited.
"What's she so upset about?" Greg was thoroughly confused. "Is she mad because I didn't get her or Catherine a present?"
"Greggo, man. Do you really think a woman wants to be seen wearing the same shirt as four other guys, one of whom is your boss?"
"Oh, well, guess not." Nick closed his locker and headed for the door.
"But, hey, Nick? The four of us could still wear them one day, right?" He smiled at Nick.
"I don't think so Greggo." Nick chuckled and left Greg alone in the locker room, wondering why no one wanted to wear the t-shirts he got them.