“Ok, so go through this one…last…time…” Nick laughed, any seriousness quickly fading from his voice.

“No.” she firmly shook her head, lips pouted.

“Pleeeeease…” he smiled at her

“No.” she repeated, without as much assurance this time.

“Sara!” he whined, collapsing on the couch.

“Hey guys, did you find out…” Greg walked into the staff room, leaving his sentence hanging in the air. He noticed the can of aerosol cream that Nick had rested on his stomach as he laid with his feet up.

“Hey Grego.” Nick replied cheerfully, shaking the can. “Wasup?”

“I was gonna ask you if you’d found out what the white stuff was on the guys chest.”

“Cream. Whipped cream. Commercially sold across every state of America, made in Marshfield, MA. Any idea how it ended up on our vic’s chest?”

“C’mon G, use your imagination!” Sara shook her head, and walked over to Nick so that she was standing above him. “You gonna give us a demonstration?”

“You had Jack Daniels in your syrup this morning?”

“I didn’t have pancakes this morning actually…”

Sara snatched the can off him and went back to the table with it.

“So Nick, why are you so happy?” Greg asked, pouring himself a coffee.

“I’m in love…” he replied dreamily, then noticing that Sara was watching him, he nodded at her behind Greg’s back.

“Hey Sara, can I have some cream?” Greg turned to her, making her head snap up guiltily. “Make it a cappuccino.” He laughed, sitting on Nick’s legs.

“Ow ow ow…”

“Then move!”

Both men laughed and started playfighting while Sara absentmindedly shook the can.

“Hey Greg…” she raised her voice loud enough to be heard over their giggles.

“Yeeeeeeah…” he looked up, eve\n though Nick had him in a headlock.

“Can you go and grab Grissom please?”

“Why?”

“To show him something.”

Greg shrugged his shoulders and made his way down the corridor.

“Sar, what are you doing!”

“Giving you a demonstration…”

“But…with Grissom there too?”

“Of course. This is his case too, he’s going to be interested in how we figured this out.”

“But Sara, we guessed that it was cream the minute we saw it!”

“We did, but Grissom may not have!”

“I don’t even want to know if he had!”

Greg appeared back in the room, with Grissom following him closely behind.

“Greg tells me you guys found out about the cream?”

“Told you he knew.” Sara whispered as Nick’s jaw dropped. “I just thought you’d want to see how the cream got there.” She said normally for Grissom’s benefit.

“Always.” He smiled, eyeing Nick sprawled across the couch. “So, how did you find out it was cream?”

“Greg did a taste test on scene.” Nick joked. “I’m kidding!” he grinned as Grissom raised his eyebrows.

“Hodges did Trace on it.” Sara added. “How did you know what it was?”

“Hodges.” Grissom smiled.

“He always comes to you first!” Greg complained.

“What can I say?”

“Right Gris, can you shut the door please?” Sara asked, shaking the can again.

“Do you want me to anything, Sar?”

“No, its ok Nick, you can stay where you are. Thanks Gris. Ok, I was explaining to Nick before Greg came in, how I thought the cream would end up on a guy’s chest, especially if he’s newly married… Ok… This may be obvious but cream is widely used to be eaten off people… And no I am not stating my source… It wouldn’t be unusual for this to end up on a guy who’s been married for only 3 weeks…”

“But how can you prove that? You can’t just explain that to a jury. You need to prove that the specific pattern on the vic’s chest, is consistent with your theory.”

“Exactly, which is why…” Sara smiled, uncapping the can, and shaking it some more. “I’m glad Nick’s lying down.”

Ignoring the look of complete shock on Greg’s face, Sara walked over to Nick and knelt down on the floor beside the couch.

“In front of Grissom?” Nick whispered. “Aww c’mon, I thought that our sex life was private!” he winked at her.

“Now Mr Stokes… May you life your shirt up please?”

“Sara.”

“Mr Stokes… Shirt up please. That’s it, as far as your neck…”

“No way!” Greg mumbled, unsure whether to watch Sara or Grissom for a reaction.

Sara shook the can , and squeezed a blob of cream onto Nick’s stomach, just above his bellybutton.

“Greg, you fancy licking if off?”

“I’m ok thanks, I had half a grape at lunch…”

“Gris?”

“You go ahead.” He cleared his throat nervously. “I definitely think Nick would prefer you doing it!”

Sara smiled and watched as Nick closed his eyes. She could tell he was desperately trying not to laugh. She leant forward and carefully licked off the smallest bit she could. Outside, a loud crash bounced off the walls. Greg and Grissom ran outside to see what had happened, leaving the other two alone. Smiling again, Sara reached forward and gently kissed Nick’s lips, leaving a small amount of cream there. She carried a trail of small kisses down his chest until she reached the waistband of his pants.

“Haha, you tell him Gris!”

“Wasup G?” Nick asked, licking his lips, his eyes locked on Sara’s.\\

“Ecklie couldn’t find the number he was looking for in the Yellow Pages so he chucked it out the room into the corridor but it hit a trolley of clean test-tubes, which smashed them all.” Greg laughed.

Grissom stormed back in, the anger clear on his face. He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

“Nice work Sara. Very clear demonstration. Good modeling Nick. You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s cool. I don’t mind.”

“You want a go Grissom?” Sara asked sweetly, twiddling the can between her fingers. “You’d make a good model too…”

“I’m ok thanks. Having cream licked off me isn’t my style…” he smiled at them, turning to walk out. “Chocolate’s nicer…”