Just when I think people have forgotten all about this weird ditty, I get another random review. Some of you are able to follow the plot, others say, "whaaa?" For the latter...In the prequel, Grissom and Sara messed with the rest of 'the group.' In this, Sara is pregnant and the group wanted to use that info to mess with Grissom as revenge because he didn't know she was. Well, he found out that Sara was pregnant and decided to play back at them. Greg found that out and joined Sara and Grissom against Catherine, Warrick, and Nick. Somehow, Brass got pulled into it and spilled the secret. Now we have it to where both sides know that everyone is messing with everyone else. If you haven't gone insane yet, you're here now in chapter 11.
Thanks to those who are still going with this. You're braver than I.
As Sara's stomach grew, suspicions around the lab grew as well. Three more months had passed and now everyone knew her secret.
There was no doubt around there that Grissom was the man responsible for the slight bump Sara was sporting. There was also no doubt that Grissom was officially in the lower levels of liking around there too. Of course, Sara didn't feel bad for him; it was his own fault.
She had told him to drop the act long before her baby belly had become as prominent as it was, but he'd refused to, even when Brass and Greg had sided with Sara. Grissom argued that, at his age, he needed something as fun as all that was going on to keep him on his toes.
Warrick's divorce had finally come through and he and Catherine were finally able to come out in the lab as a couple as well…not that they really needed to, seeing as they were just as obvious as Grissom and Sara had been before they fessed up to being together.
Greg and Warrick had solved the now infamous unicorn case. (Turns out the guy had been drunk and head butted a fellow unicorner. That guy, who was also trashed, got scared and took off.) Their presence had actually been requested at the next ULA convention coming up in a couple months so they could be awarded for helping the unicorn lover community. Greg was ecstatic, whereas Warrick wasn't exactly sold on the whole idea.
Nick and Catherine had been able to pin their murder on the ice cream man's female assistant. Eventually, the two had discovered the case to be nothing more than a crazy love triangle –plus snacks- gone awry. The assistant got jealous of the other woman, helped her plan a party for the ice cream man, and killed her when the opportunity came along.
Now that the confusing cases were finally closed, they'd moved onto easier ones and everyone's attentions had focused more fully on 'Operation GSR.' (Though the meaning had now gone from 'Grissom Sara Reunion' to 'Grissom's Slow Ruin')
One evening, just before the beginning of shift, Nick, Catherine, and Warrick sat around in the break room, drinking their coffee as they threw out ideas for how to overthrow Grissom and his evil plans. How dare he try and mess with them.
Just like in the beginning of it all, Nick's ideas mainly centered on everyone just leaving each other alone so that everyone could get things settled out.
Warrick's focused on helping Catherine do whatever she planned, because if he didn't, he was spending the next week on their couch.
Catherine's ideas were mainly about maiming Greg for helping Grissom in the first place and for continuing to do so now. Warrick had no problem at all in volunteering his services for such an idea.
Just when they had reached a conclusion on what they were going to do about the situation at hand, Grissom walked into the break room. "Good evening. How's everyone?" he asked, taking his seat.
They all answered positively and Catherine asked where Greg and Sara were.
"Oh, I saw Greg already and gave him his case. He asked if Sara could help and I didn't see any harm in it. They left about twenty minutes ago." Grissom answered.
Figuring that Grissom and his troupe had already planned out their next fiasco and that this case pairing was a part of it, Catherine brushed it off. "Okay." She said calmly. "What have you got for me?"
A little surprised that Catherine had nothing to say about that, Grissom handed her assignment to her and asked, "Really, Catherine?"
"I just put my ex-fiancé and her supposed new boyfriend together, no questions asked…and you've really got nothing to say to me?"
"Nope. I'm proud of you, Gil." She said on her way out of the room. "We all need to learn when to let things go."
On the other side of Vegas, Greg was spending his evening in a dumpster, handing evidence over the side to Sara.
"Hey, Sara?" he nervously called out.
"Um…how do you know the difference between a rat and a really big mouse?" he asked, taking careful steps towards the side of the dumpster.
She laughed, "Trust me, Greg, you'd know if it was a rat."
"Then this is a big ass rat!" he yelled and threw himself over the side, landing on his back.
Sara dropped her clipboard and squatted down as quickly as she could to check on Greg. As best as she could through her laughter, she said, "Oh my God! Are you alright?"
"Dandy." He groaned. "The rock hard pavement cushioned my fall."
"Sorry. At least you didn't land on your face."
"I highly suggest you not look in there, Sara." He groaned again. "Help me, please."
She helped him up and peered over the side of the dumpster. Inside, there was the biggest rat she'd ever seen gnawing away at an arm. "Greg…Greg, I think I'm going to be sick." She said and ran as far from the scene as she could before she lost it.
"I told you not to look!" he yelled down the alley at her.
Still bent over, Sara threw her arm back and extended her finger in answer to his smart assed question.
He laughed, "Is 'told ya so' not really good right now?!"
"I hate you!" she yelled and gagged some more.
Five minutes later, she made her way back down to Greg. "Are you empty?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"God, I hope so." She moaned, her face as white as it could get.
"Well, I did tell you not to look in there." He said. "Usually that means to, you know, not look in there."
"Shut up and call Animal Control, Greg. As soon as that rat is gone, you're going back in." she gave a devious grin.
"Just because you got poofy fat…" he said to himself as he walked away to make the call.
After the rat was taken care of, Greg and Sara finished up at their scene without any more incidents. They made it back to the lab and Sara decided that she and the baby were starving. Greg offered to take her out to eat seeing as she was with him when she'd lost her breakfast. She agreed and they headed off. On the way, they saw Grissom and invited him along.
Sitting at the diner, Greg was getting an earful from Grissom on just why he was not taking Sara out again for a while. "Last month you took her on a date and look at what happened, Greg. That was the biggest fiasco since Archie's pet rat got loose in the lab."
"Are you comparing me to Herbert?" Greg asked, obviously taking offense at being compared to a rat.
"Well, if the shoe fits, Greg. I'm saying that you're not taking Sara out on a date unless I plan it out and you practice it." Grissom said.
"I am not going to practice a date, Grissom." Sara protested.
"I promise you that I won't take Sara near an open flame this time." Greg said. "No open flames, no skewers, and absolutely no massage oils." He promised.
"There shouldn't have been any the last time, but if you can swear to me that no freaky stuff will happen…then I guess I can make an exception." Grissom said and left the table.
"How was I supposed to know that Elvis impersonator was going to release a flock of doves right when he did?" Greg muttered.
Sara laughed. "Greg, it was a month ago. Besides, I think they were actually pigeons."
"Well, tell that to Grissom. He tries making me feel guilty about it every damn day. Three dead birds aren't going to cause the end of the world." He said bitterly.
Grissom returned and suggested an idea. "…and even though they know we're setting them up, this whole thing is still fun."
"And foolish." Sara added.
"And costly to the lives of innocent birds everywhere." Greg noted.
"You two are no fun at all." Grissom scoffed.
"Gil, I'll be ready to pop and you'll still be messing with them!" Sara yelled. "What is wrong with you? They already know we're messing with them, so what's the point in doing this anymore?"
He shrugged, not really having a good answer. "It's creative?"
"Grissom, I agree with Sara and so does Brass. They know we're messing with them and we know they're messing with us. You can't tell me that this all still seems to have a point to you." Greg said.
"If they already know, then why would they expect us to keep going with all of this?" Grissom asked.
"Great." Sara sighed and slouched in her seat. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You guys are right. It makes no sense for any of this to keep on if they know it's all just to mess with them. But, and try to keep up with me here, if we make it all seem real, then we've really got them fooled!" Grissom said, his voice overflowing with excitement.
Greg and Sara just stared at him. Seriously, what the hell was he talking about?
"What?" Grissom asked. "You two don't get it?"
"Uh, do we look like we do?"
"I'm the guy that sets pigeons on fire during dates, Grissom. No, I don't get it." Greg said.
Grissom sighed. "Look, we set up a time, like a dinner or something, where we make it seem like we give up. We call a truce on this whole deal and then Sara and I get into it again. We make it seem more real than the last time."
"And then Greg moves in on me again?" Sara asked.
"Exactly!" Grissom yelled in excitement. "It's the same thing all over again so why would they expect it?"
"Why wouldn't they?"
"They're criminalists, not dumbasses." Sara warned. "This isn't going to work."
Though they were all extremely nervous, they still showed up. Nick, Catherine, and Warrick all arrived at the restaurant at the same time, completely in the dark about what was going to happen.
"What do you think this is all about?" Nick asked Catherine, as she had become the ringleader of their group.
"Honestly, I have no clue. Sara invited me. Said Grissom invited her." She answered.
"Greg called me, saying the same thing." Warrick said.
"Me too." Nick said as they made their way in.
"Anyone else nervous as hell about this? Sara, Grissom, and Greg in one spot with the three of us? I foresee bad things happening." Warrick joked.
"Nah. It'll be easier than paintin' her toenails!" Nick laughed and pointed at Catherine.
"Excuse me? How would you know?" Warrick asked.
"I had chiggers one time. I asked her to borrow nail polish and the only way she'd let me is if I gave her a pedicure."
"What the hell?"
"Dude, ease up, it's not like I wanted to." Nick said as the waiter escorted them to their table.
Grissom, Sara, and Greg were already waiting by the time the three got there and that made them more nervous.
Once everyone was seated and their orders had been taken, Grissom spoke of business first. "Obviously we're all here for a reason." He said.
"Duh." Greg snorted.
"Greg, I will beat you down with your breadstick." Nick warned.
Grissom cleared his throat and continued. "Anyway, I figured that since you guys know what we're up to and we know what you're up to…maybe we should all just stop." Grissom sighed. "It was fun while it lasted, but Sara is just too far along for this to continue."
"Easy, Captain Obvious, wouldn't want you to strain your brain." Catherine said. "Just how long did you really think you were going to be able to keep this crap up?"
"I honestly don't know, Cath." He said. "It just needs to stop."
"Agreed." She said. "We would have won out in the end, you know."
"Let's not get into that." Sara warned.
"Where's Brass? Shouldn't he be here to witness us ending this? We all know how much he hated us for dragging him into it in the first place." Grissom said.
"I thought you called him." Sara said.
"No, I was busy making reservations for tonight. You were supposed to call him." He replied, a little mood showing in his voice.
Greg leaned over to Catherine and whispered, "They've been like this for the last month and a half. It pretty much never ends."
"Like what? What are you talking about, Greg?" she asked.
"The bickering." He said.
"Well, excuse me for being a little too busy to call him." Sara said with a roll of her eyes.
"What were you busy with? You only work half shifts nowadays."
"When your son likes to keep me throwing up every two seconds, I consider that busy. So sorry!" she snapped.
"It's a boy?" everyone asked.
Sara sighed. "Yes, it's a boy." She took sonogram photos from her purse and passed them around the table. "He finally turned towards the screen and I found out last week. It was supposed to be a surprise for you all."
"When were you going to tell me about it?" Grissom asked, completely offended that he found out at the same time as everyone else.
"Probably when you started acting like his father." She muttered.
At that, Grissom reached for his wallet and grabbed a twenty from it. Dropping it onto the table he said, "I'll see you at home. I hope everyone has a nice night." With that said, Grissom left with everyone else staring at Sara.
"What?" she asked with no sign of emotion at all.
"Well, what was that all about?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah, what's up with you two?" Nick asked.
Sara sighed and began to give her story of the last month and a half. A story about how she and Grissom were falling apart. Greg sat there, adding his two cents whenever needed and the whole time, Catherine, Warrick, and Nick never caught on to the fact that they were being played yet again by Grissom.
I apologize. There's only one chapter left.
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