"WHAT?" shouted Sara rubbing at the small red bumps on her stomach.

"My niece had them the other week" said Greg as Warrick pulled his arm away from the back of his neck.

"Oh great infect me Greg" pouted Sara s Catherine tried to hold her arms down.

"Has everyone else had them?" said Catherine everyone else nodded.

"Well we better get the infectious people home. You're both boiling why didn't you say anything," said Catherine giving that mothering look.

"I run warm," said Greg looking like a small child who just had it's candy taken away.

"Its summer been hot isn't unusual" said Sara trying to free her arms from Catherine's grasp.

"Don't scratch you'll scar" warned Warrick getting the worst evils for doing so.

"One word, god these jeans itch" said Sara rubbing her legs up and down the seat.

"Gris step on it" said Catherine as Sara struggled against her again.

By the time they arrived back at Grissom's Sara had freed her self from Cath's grasp and was rubbing the spots on her stomach while Greg examined the top of his arms.

"Right in" Catherine shoved them both in the door.

"Grissom we need camomile" she instructed him as Sara and Greg were dragged into the living room "Warrick shut the blinds"

"WHY?" said Greg uneasy.

"Because you can't stay dressed like that you need cool cotton clothing, Nick go get them both some shorts and a top"

Nick disappeared out the room.

"Catherine I'm a grown man I can look after my self"

"No you can't," she said suddenly and unexpectedly pulling his tee shirt off

"Hey sexual harassment" shouted Greg looking down at the angry rash forming on him. "I look like a join the dots"

"Join the club," moaned Sara holding firmly onto her own clothes.

"GO GET CHANGED" barked Cath seeing Nick holding some clothes. Greg and Sara quickly left and came back in dressed their nightwear.

"Catherine I'm not seven I can look after my self," said Greg as he was forced to sit down.

"Be quiet or your not getting ice cream?" said Catherine waving her finger at him.

"We get ice cream?" asked Sara grinning at the prospect of food.

"If you don't scratch" Sara and Greg both immediately stopped as Grissom walked in holding a bottle of calamine lotion.

"Worked just as well on Lindsey" smiled Catherine taking the bottle and some cotton wool off him.

"You want to do Sara or Greg"

Nick burst into hysterics at this as Catherine realised the choice of her words.

"I mean oh shut up," she said throwing a pillow at Nick who was now rolling on the floor.

"I can DO MYSELF," snapped Greg taking the bottle.

"Lindsey got really short tempered as well" aid Catherine making Greg more angry.

"I'm not twelve what are you doing" he said trying to get away as a thermometer was shoved in his mouth.

"Checking your temperature now be quiet"

"I can't believe you infected me," shouted Sara s a thermometer was shoved in her mouth.

"I don't have ice cream," said Grissom sadly after seeing how disappointed Sara was.

"tere ot ven riceam" said Sara incoherently

"What?" asked Nick

"She said and there's not even ice cream," replied Cath "Lindsey used to speak with her mouth full" she said taking the thermometer away from Greg. Grissom sat down next to Sara and gently patted her arm.

"I could go and get some," he offered with a half smile. Sara shuck her head and continued scratching at herself.

"100.4. Well done Greg you have yourself a fever" said Catherine shaking the thermometer "Warrick get two cold cloths and a bowl of water" she said smiling at him as Greg tried to get up.

"Greg you are sick and therefore need looking after, stop acting like a child and I will stop treating you like one" Greg slammed back down into the seat and folded his arms, Sara stuck her tongue out at him as her thermometer was taken away.

"101…"

"Dalmatians" shouted Nick laughing to himself.

"No 101.3" Always have to go one better don't you" she said taking a wet cloth from Warrick and handing it to Grissom while she forced Greg to sit back and placed one on his forehead.

"I've had dreams like this before only you were naked and you were wiping chocolate of me" said Greg receiving a stare form Nick who had started going through Grissom's DVD cupboard.

"I'm going to ignore that Greg and assume you are delirious. STOP SCTRATCHING" she said trying to bat his hands away while she tried to put lotion on him.

"Why can't you be good like Sara?"

"Teachers pet" hissed Greg as Sara was lent back with a cloth on her forehead allowing Grissom to wipe lotion up her arms and across her stomach. No one could ignore the smile on Grissom's face while he did this and the fact Sara wasn't putting up a fight.

"Maybe you should check Gris for a fever to" smiled Warrick as Greg began putting his own lotion on.

"Well I know how to take you mind of the scratching look what Gris has got" announced Nick waving a DVD around.

"THAT IS LINDSEY'S" shouted Grissom elbowing Sara in his embarrassment.

"What it's a good film there's nothing wrong with the Lion King" said Greg pouting along with Sara.

"Oh lets watch it" smiled Catherine taking everyone by surprise.

"No its sad"

"Its Disney I didn't think they were sad," said Warrick.

"You've never seen it?" questioned Nick.

"Oh man you missed out," he replied after Warrick shuck his head. Nick put the DVD but Sara and Greg constant itching was distracting everyone.

"Maybe we could tape gloves to there hands" suggested Warrick as Nick paused the DVD.

"Actually that's not a bad idea" said Grissom getting up.

"This sounds like one of his experiments" said Sara nervously wiping the wet cloth over her arms cooling the itching. Grissom came back in carrying two bandages.

"I don't have gloves but the se should do"

"HEY" said Sara struggling to get away as Grissom bound her hands.

"Bondage" smiled Greg as Catherine wrapped the bandaged round so he could no longer move his fingers.

"Oh don't they look sweet" laughed Nick after the two were left with what looked like giant white mittens on there hands and pink blobs of calamine lotion over their bodies.

"Come on I want to watch the end" said Warrick impatiently making everyone laugh.

Grissom sat down next to Sara and she lent against him as the film continued.

"OH" cried Sara as Simba's dad died.

"Oh come on Sara it's a cartoon" said Catherine as a tear ran down Sara cheek Grissom put his hand up to her face and gently wiped it away.

"I'm not as bad as Nick" she sniffed and everyone looked over to where Nick was sat with tears running down his cheeks.

"Its sad" he complained as Warrick threw a cushion at him.

To anyone looking in the window now they wouldn't have imagined these people a week ago, only speaking to each other at work most going around alone outside.

Now they were all sat laughing and joking. Catherine was rubbing more lotion on Greg's back as he laughed and flicked water out the bowl at her she ran away. Nick and Warrick were arm wrestling on the coffee table while Grissom still held his hand gently against Sara's face giving that warm touch she had waited for so long.

THE END

If you liked this please read Conference call. It's a comedy that I've just started and it actually had a storyline and a point : )