Author's Note: I don't own CSI. If I did that would be totally awesome but I don't so now I'm sad.

"Sidle."

Sara says after flipping open her phone.

"Hey, Sara. It's Gil. I know it's your day off, but we've got a hot case and everyone else is busy, so could you come? Please?"

Sara grins.

"Sure, I'll come in, Gil. You know I can't stay away from the lab for very long."

She hangs up and sighs. She didn't really want to go to work today, but she just couldn't resist her boss when we pleaded like that. The young CSI drove to the HQ, wondering what on earth she could have gotten herself into. Grissom meets her at the door and hands her a folder.

"Okay, so we've got a dead elderly woman, found in her own home, no apparent signs of murder. And we have the husband. Missing for 30 years, case was dropped when no body turned up."

Sara nods understandingly, perusing through the file. As they walk through the doors out to the parking lot, they meet up with Nick.

"Evenin', Griss. Oh, hey Sara! I though it was your day off...?"

Sara smirks.

"Yes. Opportune word being 'was'."

Since Nick had solved his case already, he joins his colleagues on their case. Once they arrive at the crime scene, they split up, Grissom searching for trace on the body while Nick and Sara look around. Nick glances at the folder that Sara had given him and asks

"So, the husband went missing, right? Any chance the wife killed him?"

Sara sifts through a pile of unopened letters and answers

"Well, if you read the case file for the disappearance, Little Nicky, you'd know that according to the wife, 30 years ago the husband packed a bag and left. Apparently, he never came back."

Nick grins.

"That's not a very believable story! What if that was all a lie? What if she killed him, and his body is hidden somewhere in this house?"

Sara shakes her head as the hopeless Texan stand there grinning, practically shivering in excitement.

"Why are you so sure about this, Nick?"

He doesn't answer. He starts to walk away, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Now, if I killed my husband, where would I hide the body?"

Sara giggles, despite her best efforts. She can't help but say

"If you killed your husband, we'd have to start looking in the closet."

Nick was too excited to notice that he was insulted, but he liked the idea of the closet.

"That's it! I hide stuff in the closet all the time!"

He rushes over to the closet and yanks the door open, exposing the old housewife’s darkest secret: an old bucket and mop.

"Ha! Something tells me that isn't a dead body, Nicky."

Nick blushes for a second, then notices something.

'Wait, what's that?"

Sara looks in the closet and asks

"What? You mean the mop? Or the bucket?"

Nick sighs.

"No, not the mop or bucket! That hinges on the wall behind them! It's a door! Or did you not see that, Little Miss Smarta-"

Sara punches his shoulder, causing him to curse under his breath.

"If you finish that sentence, I swear I'll..."

She would've continued, but at that moment Grissom walked in and asked

"How's it going, guys?"

Nick points to the door behind the door.

"I think it's going rather well, don't you, Sara?"

He puts a gloating arm around her shoulders, making her blush. She pushes him away and opens the secret door. It emits a small hiss and a cloud of dust as she opens it, revealing the skeletonized remains of a middle-aged man.

"See? I told you!"

Nick cries, jumping up and down.

"Oh, cram it, Tex."

Grissom growls. Nick just stares at him.

"What was that?"

Grissom shakes his head.

"I don't know..."

Sara pipes up.

"A little bit of momentary insanity, there, Gil?"

Nick bursts out laughing, but just ends up getting punched again, this time by Grissom.

"Ow! She said it!"

Grissom smiles.

"Yeah, but I can't hit a girl. I shouldn't really even be hitting you, seeing how your so 'tender' and you 'bruise easily'!"

Nick blushes and puts on a defensive scowl.

"Hey! I said that one time and I was joking!"

Sara pats him on the shoulder.

"Sure you were..."

Grissom grins.

"I know we'd all love to spend the rest of the day making fun of Nick, but don't we have a job to do?"

Sara peers into the closet again.

"I guess so..."

And so, after the body had been extracted from the closet and they had all gotten back to lab, they continued to torment Nick. This was mandatory because they'd all seen what was written on the calendar. Greg had written 'Make Fun Of Nick Week' under that day's date because apparently he's too immature to let things go. If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's best you don't know. But I'll say this: the story in question includes: a lot of alcohol, a strange (and short) game of 'Truth or Dare', and a very hilarious picture of Greg on the internet. That's all I'm sayin' right now. If you wanna know the rest of the story, read ' The Consequences Of 'Truth Or Dare' ', it'll explain most of it. Anyway, long story short: the wife killed the husband because he was cheating, then thirty years later the mistress finally got up the courage to kill the wife. End of story. I don't feel like writing anymore. Oh yes, and Greg got his, alright. Nick marked the next day as 'Kick Greg's Ass Day' and everyone readily complied.

THE END