Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. More important (and wealthier) people do.
Spoilers: Season 10 Premier
Summary: Sara, Nick, and Greg have a beer after Sara's first case back.
Author's Notes: I was laughing hysterically after that scene with Greg and Nick snickering about Sara being married to Grissom. I couldn't help it. I had to write this.
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"Mrs. Grissom," Greg said, trying out the name. "Doesn't exactly trip off the tongue," he added, saluting Sara with his beer bottle and a grin.
Chuckling, Sara just shook her head and replied, "Which would be why you will call me Sidle."
"I just can't believe you're married," Nick said, grinning from ear to ear. After taking a drink, he leaned back. The twinkle in his eye belied the innocent look on his face when he asked, "So, how does it feel to be Grissom's property?"
Sara gave the most intelligent response the question demanded. She snorted and then took a swig from her beer.
Greg leaned in and, using his best sing-song voice, started, "Grissom and Sara sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes loves. Then comes mmaaarrrriiiagggggeeeeee. Then comes baby in a—"
He was stopped, though, when Nick's hand clapped down on the younger man's shoulder and the Texan just shook his head, wincing all the while. "No, man. Don't do that."
"Why not?" Greg asked.
Nick glanced at Sara and winced before turning back to Greg. "I'm not sure I wanna think about Sara and babies. Brings up how they're made. Man, it's too much like walking in on your parents. Some images I don't want stuck in my head."
Placing the empty bottle on the small round table at which they sat, Sara slid off the tall chair and picked up her jacket, shaking her head at the two men still sitting and enjoying their post-work beer. Chuckling, she laid a few bills on the table and walked out of the bar.
She'd really missed the boys.