DATE: September
2007
AUTHOR: LosingInTranslation (aka Jennifer, losingntrnslatn)
TITLE:
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own anything associated with the show… I
just like playing with the characters in it from time to time. Dance Monkeys!
Dance!
RATING: T – Teen (for some possibly mature content)
SPOILERS: Season 7: Generally
PAIRINGS: GSR
SUMMARY: Greg overhears a conversation, and jumps to an outlandish
conclusion.
A/N: Okay, this started as a way for me to break through my writing
rut, and has turned into a fluff fest, to be sure. Anyway, it’s helping me to
deal with the anticipation of Season 8’s premiere, and the pain of a broken
tooth, so I’m not really complaining, either. This was one is the result of my
beta winning a Stump the Author meme on my LJ. We were talking about our plans
for a conference call tonight as I was driving into work this morning, and it
suddenly dawned on her what her prompt was going to be. Overhearing Sara
talking about a 3-Way, and being as she is from
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Three-Way Confusion
Greg hated
logging in money. It was the most boring, tedious, repetitious job in their
entire field (this from the man who processed a few hundred saliva samples in
one shift, back in his lab rat days). So, when he heard Sara’s voice filtering
in from the next room, he was more than ready for a good distraction. And Sara
was his favorite distraction.
He was
about to call out to her when he suddenly realized that she was actually on the
phone. Greg knew from a previous incident that interrupting Sara on a phone
call was punishable by a near death experience, so he waited to hear her finish
up the call. What he had not figured into the process was that half listening
to her would turn his entire world upside down.
From the
tone of her voice, he knew that she was wrapping up the conversation, but the
words that escaped her lips sent his mind reeling in a thousand different
directions. “Man, it’s been ages since we had the three-way! That sounds
great…That’s true. I could probably use a little more protein than that…” She
giggled at the response of the person on the other end of that line, but Greg
was still trying to process the first line. “Mmmmm,
yeah, sounds perfect. I’ll be sure not to work late tonight, so make sure
everything’s ready when I get there… Sweet dreams, baby.”
Greg
watched as she closed up her phone and paused to smile a bit longer before her
expression returned to work mode. He closed his eyes, hoping it was all some
twisted delusion, brought on by staring at too many twenty dollar bill serial
numbers, but her abrupt entrance into the processing room shattered that hope.
“Oh! Hey,
Greg… I didn’t realize you were still in here.” She looked around suspiciously
and found the stack of bills on the table. “Right, the money from that narco raid… Don’t turn your back on it, and where’s your
counting partner?”
Unable to
actually speak after overhearing her incredibly intimate conversation, Greg
could only sputter. Sara seemed to take pity on him and nodded her head. “Don’t
worry about it, Greggo… I’ll help you, but we’ll have
to record the mistake and start over in order to remove an impropriety.” She
gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder, and added, “You just better hope the
count matches what the on-scene report says, buddy.”
They worked
in relative silence for the rest of the shift. Side by side, counting,
recording and marking for storage in the vault. However, if asked about the
process Greg would have been hard pressed to remember any of it. The only thing
that was in his brain all night had been burned indelibly for all eternity. And
if he had spoken in all that time, the first thing that would have escaped his
precariously controlled speech would have been, “SARA’S HAVING A FREAKIN’
THREE-WAY TONIGHT!!!” And so, he said nothing as she left the lab a little
early, leaving him to fill out the final form to declare the bills counted and
catalogued.
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The next
shift came upon him like a ton of bricks, because he was completely incapable
of sleeping. Every single time he tried, his mind filled with images of Sara
with any number of combinations of people from their lives, and it had him
waking in a cold sweat each time.
He
considered himself a very open and accepting person, and he also knew that he
had a better than average imagination, but never in a million years would he
have ever dreamed that Sara was into anything even remotely as fringe as
multiple partner sex. It was just too much for his fragile psyche to handle,
and his appearance reflected the turmoil running through his brain as Warrick
and Nick came meandering into the break room.
“Look, I’m
not saying that Favre is washed up,
or anything… But facts are facts, brother. The guy is past his prime, and he
just doesn’t seem to have his heart in the game anymore, so I just don’t see
the Pack making the cut this year, if the guy comes back.” Nick gave his little
analysis of some sporting issue as the two CSI’s made
their way to the coffee pot.
Warrick
grabbed his cup from the rack and pointed at Nick for emphasis. “You’re gonna eat those words, Nicky. Favre
is gonna have the whole NFL bowing down to him this
season, for the football god that he is. You mark my words, man, bowing.”
Normally,
Greg would have attempted to show some interest in what they were talking
about, but his mind was still dangerously preoccupied with the salacious bit of
information it had learned.
Nick came
to stand behind Greg and pushed his arm to get his attention when he asked,
“C’mon, Greggo… Back me up on this one… Favre is done, isn’t he?”
Greg took a
deep breath and prepared to answer in on the topic, but what came spurting out
of his mouth made him wish he had called in sick. “SARASHAVINGTHREEWAYSEXOHMYGOD!”
Before he could stop himself, the words were out there, and he instantly
covered his mouth in panic.
Both Nick
and Warrick looked completely thrown by his nearly boisterous exclamation, but
before anyone could make a comment, the subject of their shock and surprise
came waltzing in the door to the break room.
“Hey guys!
How goes it?” She walked over to the refrigerator and deposited a pair of large
bowls, as well as a grocery bag of other items. Sara turned back to look at the
men she worked with to find only gaping expressions. She looked behind her, to
see if there was something there to have captured their stunned attention, but
found nothing. Then she looked at herself, to see if there was anything amiss
with her wardrobe. Sara had always been very careful about making sure
everything was straightened and there were no visible signs of any activities
that may have occurred prior to work, but she was still worried that something had
given away her secret relationship. “What?”
Her
accusatory question managed to shake Nick out of his stupor, and he flashed an embarrassed smile before he tried to laugh it off. “Ah, nothin’, Sar…
Just Greg tellin’ us one of his tall tales had us a
little surprised to have somebody come walkin’ in, is
all.”
Sara shook
her head, secure in the knowledge her secret was safe, and the boys were just
worried about being busted for inappropriate behavior, again. “Whatever.” She
took her cup from the rack and filled it with water before heading for the
microwave. “Oh hey, Nicky… I made some of that chili I was telling you about and
brought a bunch with me tonight. Made way too much, so I figured I would share
the experience with you guys.”
Nick tried
to search his brain for the conversation Sara was referring to when his face
scrunched up with the memory. “Aw, man… That’s not that spaghetti chili
nightmare you told me about, is it?”
“Don’t
knock it ‘til you try it, Cowboy. I even brought all the fixings so you can
have it any way you like.” Sara smiled proudly at her feat and sat down at the
table as she dipped her tea bag into the mug of steaming water.
Catherine
chose that moment to enter the room and the conversation. With her head in the
fridge, she called out, “Hey! Did you bring some of that chili stuff, Sara?”
“Yep…and all the fixings, too.” She stuck her tongue out at Nick when he showed
another grimace at the thought of his precious chili sitting atop a mountain of
spaghetti.
“Damn! I’ve
got court in the morning, so I can only go for the three-way.” At her words,
all three men spit coffee across the room.
Sara and
Catherine were both completely baffled by the men’s outburst, and their
expressions showed it. Catherine was the first to shrug it off, and went back to
fixing herself a cup of coffee.
When
Grissom finally entered the room, the boys had managed to regain their composures.
That was soon to change.
Peering out
over her newspaper, Catherine nodded to acknowledge his entrance and then
informed him, “Gil… Remember that chili I told you about years ago…that my old
roommate from
Grissom
barely looked up from the assignment slips in his hands and answered, “Skyline
Chili, as I recall.”
“Yeah,
that’s it. Well, Sara and I were talking, and one of her friends in
“Thank you,
but I’ve had it before, Catherine.” Catherine fought to contain her disgust at
his manners in relation to Sara’s gesture, but then he surprised them all with
his next statement. “And I prefer mine in a four-way.” Guffaws went around the
room as he continued, “with beans instead of onions. The onions give me
horrible indigestion.”
However,
Greg nearly swallowed his own tongue when, with a sideways smirk, Sara added,
“There’s more protein that way, too.”
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A/N2: Skyline Chili is an