A/N: Okay, so this idea just popped into my head – I got the idea from another TV show's fanfic, but all the scenarios are made up by me for CSI. I know this is probably totally unethical dealing with crime and death and such, but I just had to do it. Let me know what you think, and I don't know a whole lot about the CSI language, so cut me some slack, please! Enjoy! Please review!

"Is it just me, or does work really suck?" Sara asked Catherine in the CSI breakroom one Friday evening. They were sitting around the table along with Mia, passing a bag of potato chips around, bored out of their minds.

"I'm gonna have to go with a yes on that one." Catherine admitted. "If I have to do any more paperwork, I think I'll stab myself."

"If you do that, you'll just create more work for Sara and I, you know." Mia said, stuffing a few chips in her mouth. Mia pondered whether she should do what she was thinking about. What would they think of her? Would they think she was unprofessional? They both seemed to be as sick with boredom as she was, though, so she decided to take the plunge.

"Hey, guys. Let me go get something you might enjoy. I'll be right back." Mia said as she headed for the door.

Catherine and Sara looked at each other. "She's not into watching porn, is she?" Sara questioned in fear. Catherine shrugged with a worried look on her face. Mia returned seconds later with a piece of paper in hand. Cath and Sara breathed a sigh of relief.

"One of my girlfriends passed this on to me. What do you think?" She grinned as her two coworkers took the paper from her, reading it together.

"The office game?" Cath read. She leaned back in and started reading with Sara.

Play the Office Game – play with all your friends. Most points at the end of two weeks wins, but only if you are still employed.

1 POINT:

-Run one lap around the office at top speed.

-Walk sideways to the photocopier.

-Find the vacuum and start vacuuming around your desk.

-When they're not looking, pour most of someone's fresh cup of coffee into your mug, leaving them with an inch of brew.

-Ignore the first 5 people who say 'good morning' to you.

-Call someone in the office you barely know, leave your name and say "Just called to say I can't talk right now. Bye."

-To signal the end of a conversation, clamp your hands over your ears and grimace.

-While riding an elevator, gasp dramatically every time the door opens.

3 POINTS:

-Babble incoherently at a fellow employee and then ask "Did you get that, I don't want to have to repeat it."

-Say to your boss, "I like your style", and shoot him/her with double-barreled fingers.

-Kneel in front of the water cooler and drink directly from the nozzle.

-Shout random numbers while someone is counting.

-Page yourself over the intercom, making no attempt to disguise your voice.

5 POINTS:

-At the end of a meeting, suggest that, for once, it would be nice to conclude with the singing of the national anthem.

-Walk into a very busy person's office and while they watch you with growing irritation, turn the light switch on/off 10 times.

-For an hour, refer to everyone you speak to as 'Bob'.

-Announce to everyone in a meeting that you "really have to go do number 2".

-After every sentence, say 'mon' in a really bad Jamaican accent.

-While an office mate is out, move their chair to the elevator.

-In a meeting or crowded situation, slap your forehead repeatedly and mutter 'shut up, all of you just shut up!'

-In a colleague's schedule, write in at 10am "See how I look in tights."

-Repeat the following conversation 10 times to the same person – "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, it's gone now."

-Tuck one pant leg into your sock and when asked, answer 'not now' and walk away.

"Mia, this is hilarious!" Sara exclaimed. "I'm totally in!"

"You don't think Grissom would get mad?" she asked.

"Well, I say you get double points for doing it to the bossman." Catherine suggested.

"You're in too?"

"We've gotta get our kicks somehow. This place could use a little shake-up."

"Great! We'll start Monday!" Mia decided.

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Monday Evening

"Hey, Sara, I found some shell casings over here." Nick Stokes called to his coworker and girlfriend at a crime scene in the Nevada desert. "You might want to come take a look."

Sara made her way over to where Nick was kneeling on the ground, holding up one of the casings with a pen. They both examined it carefully.

"Looks like a 9 mil." Sara predicted (A/N: I know nothing about guns, cut me some slack).

"There a whole pile of them over there near the second body." Nick said, moving over to where the rest lay. "Let's see…one, two, three, four…"

Nick was cut off. "Forty eight, sixteen, ninety-two, thirty-seven…"

"Sara, what the hell are you trying to do here?" Nick questioned his girlfriend, giving her an odd look. "Are you PMS-ing or something?"

That earned him a smack upside the head, but they continued working.

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Gil Grissom walked into the DNA lab to retrieve the results of a DNA test he had submitted earlier that evening. Mia was currently examining something under the microscope when he entered.

"Do you have the results from the Harper murder case I'm working on?" He asked her plainly.

"Yeah, let me get that for you." Mia carefully started walking sideways towards the printer to retrieve the needed information. She got what she needed from the printer and then walked back sideways once again towards her boss. "Here you go, Gil. The results were negative for your suspect."

Gil peered at her over his glasses with thought.

"Thanks." He turned and walked out of the room, confused.

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Catherine walked down to the coroner's office where Dr. Robbins was just finishing off his autopsy on a missing person case she was working. Dr. Robbins had just paged her and was bent over the corpse when he heard Catherine enter.

Suddenly, he became aware that the lights were being turned on and off rapidly. Slowly, he stood up straight and looked at Catherine in confusion. Finally, she stopped and walked nonchalantly over to the autopsy table.

"So, what's the prognosis, Doc?" Catherine asked him with the straightest face imaginable.

Tuesday Evening:

Warrick was taking a much-deserved break from his long evening shift sipping coffee in the breakroom when Mia entered, looking for something to eat.

"Hey, Mia, do you still have that '24 Season 4' DVD set you borrowed from me? Greg wants to borrow it. He's got the hots for that Marianne girl."

"Yeah, mon. I'll get it back to you tomorrow, mon." She told him, retrieving a sandwich from the refrigerator.

Warrick put down his coffee and looked over to where Mia was standing.

"Did you just do a Jamaican accent? And I really bad one, may I add?"

Mia just smiled, briefly looking back at him and walked out of the room.

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"So, you're telling me the DNA from the vic and Mr. Anderson has thirteen alleles in common?" Grissom asked Mia in total surprise.

"They're related." Mia clarified. "In fact…"

The conversation was interrupted when they saw Sara and Catherine bolting past the DNA lab, speeding around the office. Grissom was concerned that something had gone wrong and watched them closely through the glass walls. He saw them come around the other side, Sara slightly ahead of her colleague. As they reached the point they had started, Sara raised her hands in victory, vocally declaring her apparent defeat over Catherine.

"What the…" Grissom started.

Mia snorted in laughter and then tried in vain to cover it up.

"What is going on around here?"

Wednesday evening:

"Hey Warrick, we better get going to that crime scene." Greg told his friend as he stopped in front of the locker room. Warrick sat on the bench, looking decidedly down and upset. When Greg saw his current state, he decided to walk over and sit next to him.

"Hey, man. You alright?"

"I…I came into work this morning, and I've been trying to talk to Catherine a little more, right?"

"Yeah, man, you've been trying to get closer to her for years."

"Yeah, so I say hi to her this morning, and she just blatantly ignores me. Didn't even acknowledge I was there." He looked at his friend hopelessly.

"Really? I thought I was going crazy, because she did the same thing to me, too. It's like I didn't exist."

The two men pondered the occurrences together for a few moments.

"What did we do?" Warrick finally asked.

"Do you think it's because we took the Denali yesterday and left them the Tahoe?"

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"Hey, Tammy, do I have any other appointments for the rest of the day?" Nick asked the secretary as he walked by mid-shift.

Tammy typed a few keys at her keyboard, pulling up his appointment schedule on the computer.

"Let's see…it says….huh!" Tammy smirked as she looked at the computer screen.

"What? What's so funny?" Nick questioned.

"It says you have an appointment at 6 a.m. to see how you look in tights." She said, trying not to burst out laughing.

"WHAT!" he practically screamed. "Let me see that!" Nick quickly walked to the other side of the desk and looked at Tammy's computer screen. Sure enough, it said '6 a.m.: See how I look in tights'. "I did NOT write that."

"So I should take it off?"

"Yes! Take it off!" Nick demanded. "Jesus! Who in the hell…"

Nick was interrupted by the loud speaker.

"Mia Dickerson, you're needed in the DNA lab. Mia Dickerson, come to the DNA lab."

Nick looked at Tammy, his brow furrowed. "Was that Mia?"

"I think so." A long pause.

"Did she just page herself?"

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"Okay, so Catherine, Nick, I need you to concentrate on finding out more about the pit boss's background and do a fingerprint search on the two suspects. Sara and Warrick, Ecklie is breathing down my neck, so I need you to process your evidence as soon as you can. Everyone's dismissed." Gil Grissom pushed his chair out from the table and began to stand up, along with everyone else.

"Uh…excuse me, Gil?" Sara stopped him.

"Yes, Sara?"

"I…uh…I had an idea. I think it would be really nice if we started reciting the pledge of allegiance at the end of meetings like this."

Everyone stopped and turned around to look at Sara.

"Come again?" Gil asked, readjusting the files he held in his hand.

"Well, I think we all feel pretty passionate about our jobs. I mean, we really are serving our country each day, and I think it would be good to end each meeting pledging our flag."

Gil didn't quite know what to say, and it showed in the way his mouth gaped open.

Catherine broke the silence.

"Sara, I think that is a GREAT idea!"

Sara nodded in appreciation as they both turned to face the American flag in the room. Together they began.

"I pledge allegiance to the flag…"

The others slowly joined in, mumbling rather than reciting it with heart as the two women standing proudly facing the flag were.

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"See how I look in tights!" Nick exclaimed, demanding answers of the woman pinned beneath him. "Was that your doing?" He asked as he began to tickle her sides on their bed in the Las Vegas apartment they shared.

Sara was laughing uncontrollably as she tried to free herself from her boyfriend's grasp. "Stop! Stop!"

"Then tell me the truth, smartass!" He smiled as he continued.

"Okay! Okay!" She relented. Nick finally stopped his movements and stilled his hands, resting one on her hip and resting his head in the other.

"That was me." She admitted, smiling at the gorgeous man she called her boyfriend.

"I knew that had Sara written all over it. How long have you been wondering how I look in tights?" He asked her, moving his hand to her backside and pinching it softly.

"Nick, please. Don't flatter yourself. I don't think about you THAT much, and definitely not in that way."

"I know you have fantasies about me all the time." Nick teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. Sara rolled her eyes. "I saw that. And what has gotten into you lately? Messing me up at crime scenes, wanting to do the pledge of allegiance at the end of meetings? Did you switch from coffee to crack or something?"

"You couldn't be farther from the truth." Sara told him.

"Then tell me." He pushed.

"Uh-uh." She said childishly.

"Then it looks like I'm going to have to do a little coaxing." Nick smiled as he started moving his left hand up and down her side where it had been resting.

"That's not going to work." She told him, matter-of-factly.

"Oh, yeah? Well maybe this will." He said huskily as he leaned down, brushing his lips ever so lightly over hers. Nick pressed baby kisses to the top of her mouth, slowly torturing her. He could tell she was trying not to respond to him, but he could soon feel her lips begin to move against his. The kiss became more passionate and he began to trace circles around her belly button with his thumb as his fingers gripped her side tightly. Tracing her bottom lip with his tongue, he sought entrance to her mouth and it was granted easily. Nick worked his tongue in her mouth, gently stroking hers in long, wet kisses. He continued his sensual attack on her mouth as his hand started to snake up underneath her shirt. Nick heard the tiniest gasp as his hand made contact with the bottom of her breast. Urged on by her sounds, he slowly cupped the soft mound in his palm, kneading it slowly just the way she liked.

Nick pulled back from the kiss and looked into Sara's eyes, burning with desire for him. As his fingers closed over her most sensitive spot, she moaned and pushed her head back harder against the pillow. "Nicky…" she pleaded.

"Do you like that?" He asked in a low growl.

"God, yes."

Nick abruptly pulled his hand out from under her shirt and stopped all his ministrations.

"Nicky!" Sara complained. Nick sat up and scooted his body up to the headboard, crossing his arms.

"If you want to experience act two, you better get talking about what the hell you're trying to pull." He smiled and looked over at her.

"Nick, that is so mean! That would be like me going down…"

"Well, this isn't about me. You and Catherine and Mia are up to something and I wanna know about it."

If she didn't tell him, it wasn't a big deal in his mind. He was just playing with her. And, oh, how he could play.

Sara couldn't ignore the feeling that had been forming in the pit of her stomach. Her need for Nick. Her desire to feel his hands on her; his lips; his tongue.

"Sara?" He prompted her again. "Are you gonna tell me, or will I have to continue my torture?"

Sara moaned and gripped the sheets in anger. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Nick.

"Well, we were all really bored last Friday…"

TBC if you like….