A/N: This chapter is much more A/U than I usually wrote for the characters, but it works...you've been warned.
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Grissom was in his office when he sensed her arrival. He looked up expectantly and sure enough she was striding toward him. She came right in and sat down in front of his desk. He returned her soft smile.
"So, are you ready to face the vultures?" she asked.
"I'll send you out solo to give you a break." he offered.
"Thanks, what about you?"
"I have an appointment with paperwork and Ecklie."
"Well if you aren't too tired, would you like to have breakfast at my place?"
"Yes." he answered without any hesitation.
"Great; I guess it's that time." Grissom nodded solemnly and rose when she did. He followed her to the break room and sat at his usual place.
"So, how was your date?" Catherine asked.
"Didn't your spying tell you?" Grissom countered her question with one of his own.
"I meant after Jim saw you in the desert." She clamped a hand over her mouth. Grissom simply smiled.
"Admit it; you were all spying on us."
"Alright, we were; but it's only because we agree with Ecklie. You two deserve to be together." Nick lightly smacked her arm.
"Geez, who slipped you the verbal laxative?" he asked.
"Ow." Catherine rubbed her arm more to garner an apology than from pain.
"Nick, you told?" Sara finally joined the conversation.
"Sara, I told Catherine and Brass; you told the guys. They converged." Grissom said quietly. Nick nodded.
"Sara, I swear this is the only time I've defied your trust."
"How do I know that?"
"Because I only want you to be happy. Like Catherine said, you two belong together." Nick said.
"So, are you official yet?" Catherine asked.
"Yes, once we were able to be alone; we talked." Grissom answered.
"You got laid, didn't you?" Greg proposed his theory after studying the two geeks.
"That's none of your business." Sara snapped.
"Well, what did you do?" Greg asked.
"We went to my place, had a drink or two and talked." Sara tried unsuccessfully to fully suppress her giggle.
"What?" Catherine attacked her. Sara looked at Grissom, who shrugged and nodded.
"He showed me his collection."
"So what; his bugs are all over the place." Catherine was confused; much like everyone else in the room.
"Not that collection; a different one." Sara said cryptically.
"His porn?" Greg guessed on the first try. Sara nodded and slightly blushed.
"What does he keep?" Catherine asked Sara. She looked toward Grissom.
"It's…unique and original."
"So, everybody's is. I have a picture of an old boyfriend in mine." Catherine argued.
"His is unconventional." Sara said.
"I like that description." Grissom added; unsure of why he was allowing this conversation to continue.
"I thought you would." Sara smiled at him.
"What makes his original?" Greg asked.
"None of it has glossy pages." Sara answered.
"Really?"
"Yes, Greg, really. A magazine does nothing for me." Grissom answered.
"Not even the one Sara is in?" Catherine questioned.
"I haven't seen it." he said.
"So what do you have?" Greg asked.
"An active imagination." Grissom smirked and Sara laughed quietly. Grissom looked at her.
"What?"
"You know that…never mind, I'll tell you later." She changed her mind mid sentence.
"You might as well go for it. My stash is already being discussed."
"Alright; some of the things on your list are never going to happen. I hope you realize that."
"That's why they are called fantasies, my dear."
"Fantasies? How many do you have?"
"How many do you think I have?"
"More than two since Sara said things."
"That's correct." Grissom agreed.
"I'm sure everyone here has unfulfilled fantasies; I know I do." Sara came to Grissom's defense.
"To even the score, why don't you each tell us something private. You know tidbits about my stash and Sara's magazine debut. Even the score." Grissom didn't really want to know, but he didn't want him and Sara to be the only ones exposed.
"Uh…my temporary replacement has been seeing all the action lately." Catherine admitted.
"One of my fantasies was a threesome with you two." Greg said while pointing to the ladies in the room.
"I don't share, Greg." Grissom warned.
"That's why I said, 'was'."
"I haven't scored in three months. I think I'm getting carpel tunnel in my right hand." Everyone did their best to hide their smiles and swallow their laughs to Nick's admission. Only Greg failed and Catherine smacked him in the back of the head.
"Thanks Catherine."
"You're welcome." All eyes turned toward Warrick.
"I guess that leaves me. I was initially jealous of Tina's assistive device because it is bigger than me."
"You and Tina used toys?" Sara asked, but was unsure as to why.
"She said it was a turn-on for her. She would love to meet the man behind the mold."
"Usually the boxes have the maker's name on it." Catherine said while Gil and Sara both sipped their coffee.
"Not this one; I checked. It's called the Stinger." Catherine was on the receiving end of two coffee showers. Grissom buried his face in the assignment slips. Nick handed Catherine several napkins to clean up. Sara's wide eyed look slowly morphed into laughter.
"What the hell, Sara?" Sara was shaking with laughter and didn't hear Catherine's question. Nick looked toward Grissom.
"You lost it too, what gives?"
"We both know the guy that made the 'Stinger'. She said hers is navy blue and no I haven't seen it either." Grissom confessed.
"You know him? That guy should be a millionaire with a package like that. What was his latest movie?" Warrick commented.
"He's never made one?" Grissom answered.
"Why the hell not?" Warrick screwed up his face in confusion.
"He was already well on his way in a different line of work." he said truthfully.
"How big is it?" Catherine asked and Warrick used his hands to show her.
"Where do I get one?" Grissom fought hard to keep his face neutral.
"Special order; they're expensive though." Sara said to discourage her.
"Like I care; who's the guy?" Catherine persisted.
"I think that by not putting his name on the box means he wanted to remain anonymous." Sara told the group.
"This guy is crazy. If I was hung like that, I'd proudly slap my name on the box." Warrick said.
"I didn't want a reputation in the porn industry tarnishing all of my hard work to get my doctorate degree." Grissom said and realized too late his use of pronoun. Four sets of eyes now stared at him. Sara couldn't believe he admitted it.
"It's you; and Sara got a piece of it? Way to go, girl." Warrick literally pat her on the back.
"Uh, thanks."
"I don't believe it." Greg squeaked out.
"Why?"
"Because up until an hour ago, I lived happily under the belief that he only used it to pee." Greg answered.
"Why would you think that? Is it because I prefer work over play that I don't pleasure myself?" Grissom was staring the young man down.
"Yep, that's pretty much it."
"How did your mold get into the industry if not by personal introduction?" Warrick asked.
"The original went to an audition with a cousin of my girlfriend's roommate. It was a long time ago." He said on a sigh.
"I bought mine in '89 for fifty dollars. I totally got my money's worth out of it." Sara admitted.
"Tina said hers cost two-hundred and she bought it last year." Warrick said.
"Two hundred dollars?!" Grissom couldn't believe his ears.
"Still want one, Catherine?" Sara asked with a smile.
"I don't know. It would be like having sex with Grissom." She shuddered at the thought and Sara smiled wider.
"Please, if you buy one, don't tell me." Grissom begged her.
"I promise."
"Well, I'm not touching that thing again, but way to go, bug man." Warrick said and quickly averted his gaze.
"It creeps me out that you all know; stop talking about it." Grissom said.
"I want to see it." Greg said casually.
"Are you crazy?" Sara asked him.
"No, merely curious. When did you find out, Sara?"
"On our date after we ditched you." she answered back.
"Sara, you were right; your past comes back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it to." Grissom told her.
"I know; you have my sympathy." Grissom looked at his watch and realized just how long he let this conversation go on for.
"Alright, let's get to work. Any further discussion about my body parts is hereby forbidden." Everybody nodded except Sara. Fortunately no one noticed but Grissom and he didn't say anything while he handed out assignments. He sent her out solo as promised. Sara didn't see Grissom until thirty minutes past shift. She was waiting patiently in his office so they could go to her place as planned. Outside, they saw the team heading to their cars.
"Hey, we're going out for breakfast; want to join us?" Nick called out to them. Gil and Sara looked at each other. Sara smiled at the team and said…
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A/N: Will Gil and Sara go with them or continue as they had planned? I love the reviews; please keep them coming. Thank you to everyone who has already sent in a review so far. I will post again soon.
Have a great day everyone! Kelly