Greg Sanders hummed happily as he walked down the hall of LVCSI to the break room. There hadn't been much criminal activity tonight in Las Vegas, so he decided to get a cup of coffee. Not the regular crap, but his hidden stash of secret blend. Entering the break room, he grabbed a chair, climbed up to a tall drawer, and opened it, reaching for the mix. There was nothing.

'What? There should be something.' Greg thought worriedly. His blend was always in here. No one else should know where it was. Climbing down from the chair, he saw no trace of the coffee anywhere in the break room. But, there was a green Post-it Note on the coffee maker. Greg went over and read it.

Je prends votre café. Go figure, Sanders.

Greg furrowed his brow. His French had never been very good. 'I need a translator...'

About half an hour later, along with the help of an online translator, Greg had deciphered the mysterious note. Who had written it? Greg ran through his choices, thinking of all the possible suspects.

Nick. No, the guy had never minded the nasty crap called "coffee" by the other CSIs, and besides, he hated hazelnut, which was the blend Greg had stashed away.

Warrick. Hmm, Greg had been playing the song that Warrick hated nonstop for the past 48 hours, so he was definitely a suspect.

Catherine. Maybe, but not likely. She had no reason to torment him like this.

Grissom. A definite no. The guy didn't seem to know the meaning of "joke", so Greg highly doubted it was him. Besides, Greg knew for a fact that Grissom had locked himself in the office all night, apparently trying to research something on entomology.

Sara. Now there we have a lead. She hated the office coffee, she detested him. It was a perfect chance for her to give him payback by stealing his wonderful coffee.

"Okay, if she wants to play that game, she'll find I won't back down so easily." Greg muttered.

"Greg? Are you okay?" Catherine asked the muttering lab tech cautiously. When he talked to himself, it meant something weird was about to happen.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine." Greg reassured Catherine. "Do you know where I can find Sara?"

"Um, no." Catherine said, still confused.

"Oh, that's fine. I just need a Post-it Note..." Greg said absently as he strolled out of the break room, leaving a bemused Cath behind.

Greg came out of Warrick's office, holding a blue Post-it pad. Grabbing a pen, he went back into the DNA lab and the online translator he had found.

Sara went into the break room for the chocolate bar she had put in the fridge and noticed the note on the fridge. It was a different color from her original note, so she went to have a closer look.

Haha, très drôle, Sidle. Je veux mon dos de café. Rencontrez-moi dans la salle de casier en quinze minutes et nous viendrons à un accord.

Sara had to give Greg some credit, although she was sure he had help deciphering the note in the first place. Taking the chocolate bar, she ate it, then headed for the locker room.

"You came." Greg said to Sara as she opened the locker room door.

"Why wouldn't I? We need to come to an agreement about your precious coffee, don't we?" Sara asked teasingly, watching a vein pop out in Greg's neck.

"Okay, where is it?" He asked, gritting his teeth.

"Hang on." Sara went to her locker, opened the lock, and pulled out a familiar blue bag. It was the hazelnut blend.

"What do you want for it?" Greg asked, taking several steps forward towards Sara and the coffee.

"Oh, I'm not gonna let you have this stuff back so soon. There'll be a list ready tomorrow." She told him, a grin on her face although her heart was beating faster all of a sudden. Greg was only about two feet away from her.

"Oh, really?" He asked deviously, a plan concocted to get his coffee, and fulfill one of his many dreams, although he didn't believe Sara would appreciate his plan much.

"Yes, in fact, half the list is ready." Sara said lightly, noticing that Greg had taken one more step towards her.

"I don't think that list will make it onto paper." Greg whispered. He was now close enough to carry out his plan. Sara swallowed hard.

"I don't care. If you want your coffee--" She was cut off by Greg's lips on hers. Sara's brain momentarily shut down, quite suprising for a CSI, and in that critical moment, she dropped the bag. Quick as a flash, Greg grabbed the coffee before it hit the floor and began running for his life before Sara registered what had happened. It took her about five seconds.

"GREG SANDERS! YOU ARE SO DEAD!" She screamed as she ran out of the locker room. But unoticed by Sara or Greg, three people were chuckling behind a row of lockers.

"We can always use this for blackmail. Ah, it's so nice to have a camera phone." Nick said, a look of happiness on his face. On the phone screen was a photo of the moment when Greg had made his move and kissed Sara.

"Yeah, I think that coffee blend belongs to us now." Warrick said with a grin.

"No more crap." Catherine sighed enviously.

Fin

AN: My first CSI fic! Anyways, I'll translate the French phrases for you. I used Babel Fish for them...

1: I have your coffee. Go figure, Sanders. Sara to Greg

2: Haha, very funny, Sidle. I want my coffee back. Meet me in the locker room in fifteen minutes and we'll come to an agreement. Greg to Sara

I wrote this lovely little piece in half an hour, though the plot bunny has been in my mind for the past two days.

Cheebs (So sleepy... zzzzzz...)