A/N: This is the sequel to 'Instances'. It's going to have more chapters than the original, but the chapters will be shorter, in an effort to improve my…division of stuff? I can't believe all the nice comments people have had about my writing, it really is quite insane, here I am writing down the stuff that I find funny, and lo and behold a buttload of people think that it's funny as well. Well, you people are crazy. But you rock! Thanks once more to Cyborkat, who rocks the hardest because she beta's my stuff.

Disclaimer: If I had testicles, I would give them up just so that I could own them…but I don't have testicles. If you are willing to donate your testicles to the "Get Fern Grissom and Sara fund" please Read and Review.

"Sara…" Grissom started, "its work. It's our job. I kind of have to answer it."

"If you answer that phone," Sara warned, "I'll punch you. In the stomach, hard too. I'm not pulling my punches."

Grissom could understand why Sara was angry. In fact, he himself wasn't too happy. They'd been dating for at least three weeks and every time they found themselves alone together, something had conspired against them. Now here they were on Grissom's couch, with his cell phone ringing ominously.

Grissom flashed Sara an apologetic look and flipped open his phone, "Grissom."

Sara punched him in the stomach as promised and Grissom quickly followed up his traditional telephone greeting with a grunt of pain.

"What was that?" the voice of Jim Brass questioned merrily on the other side of the cell phone.

"Ran into the kitchen island," Grissom lied.

"What'd you do that for?"

"It was an accident, Jim."

"Right. I know about that Lady Heather stuff. I'm sure you get off on those kinds of 'accidents'."

At the mere mention of Lady Heather, Sara decided additional physical punishment was needed, and stomped hard down on Grissom's foot forcing him to make a little yelp.

"What was that?" Brass asked.

"Ran into the door frame."

"Are you drunk or just stupid?"

"I'm neither! I'm just pissed off someone's calling me on my day off."

"Well, this is about bugs."

Grissom glanced over at Sara, let out a little sigh, and then spoke once more, "I don't feel like bugs today."

"What!" Brass questioned in shock, "Grissom, not interested in bugs. That's outrageous…there must be something…Oh…"

"What?" Grissom asked.

"You're with a woman aren't you?"

Sara snorted at Grissom's look of panic.

"What was that?" Brass asked.

"Cat."

"You don't have a damn cat."

"Neighbor's cat."

"More like neighbor's pussy."

"Brass!"

"No. It's fine Gil. A man has urges. Urges bugs can't satisfy..."

"LALALALA! I'm not listening…LALALALA!"

Sara let out an amused squeak and Grissom shot her a look, whispering, "Why the hell do you have to be so vocal?"

He realized only a few seconds later that this could be taken completely out of context. The amused and sultry smirk Sara was giving him wasn't helping things.

"What the hell was that?" Brass asked, genuinely wondering what absurd excuse Grissom could come up with.

"Mouse."

"Really? 'Cause you see to me, it sounded like a women in the throws of passion or something…"

"More like a women scorned," Sara mumbled quietly, but unfortunately Brass picked that up too.

"That was most definitely a woman," Brass noted.

"Television," Grissom explained.

"What the hell kind of show are you watching, Gil? The Cat, Mouse, and Women show?"

"No…" Grissom stalled as he struggled to come up with an idea.

Gil Grissom may be a very intelligent man, but he wasn't a particularly creative one. In fact, in Kindergarten when asked to draw a picture, he sat in place for thirty minutes and then drew a circle in the center of his paper with a black crayon. His kindergarten teacher would have put him in remedial classes, had he not described it as 'spherical'.

Thoughts of that damn circle kept popping in his head.

"The Ring," Grissom lied finally, "I'm watching the ring. Very spherical."

"Um…ok. Well, if you don't want to do this, I guess I can call in someone else. Catherine and Sara are off as well, right?"

"Yeah, but um…Sara seemed kind of tired to me yesterday. So, call Catherine."

"Right. It's 'cause you don't love Catherine."

"I don't love Sara either!" Grissom protested, and then he soon realized that he was going to be punished again.

From what Brass could tell, it sounded like someone was tackled, and then a fair amount of wrestling occurred. After a few seconds of grunting, some of which was definitely feminine, as Brass noted, there was a muffled call of 'Uncle'.

"Ok, I love Sara," Grissom admitted breathlessly, sounding much like someone was sitting on his chest. Probably because someone was.

"What the hell was that? It sounded like you were wrestling a bear!"

"Neighbor's bear."

Brass then heard what sounded strangely like Grissom giggling and then, "DON'T TICKLE ME DAMNIT!"

"You're so with a woman," Brass replied happily, "And since you don't get laid enough, I'll call Catherine."

Sara grabbed Grissom's cell phone and informed Brass, "We're not having sex…yet!"

She then shut the cell phone off, savoring the look on Grissom's face.

"What's the matter? Neighbor's bear got your tongue?" Sara asked.

Then her cell phone rang.