New Fic: "Egyptology?"

Title: "Egyptology?"
Author: Susan G.
Rating: Hmmm...I'm bad at this...let's say PG-13, shall we?
Paring: GSR
Spoilers: Nope.
Disclaimer: So not mine. So not making any money. So there!
Author's Notes: I'm new here. (Read: I have had an LJ account for about ten minutes.) My formatting may not be perfect. Forgive me. As for the story itself...that I really can't blame on the newness of the whole LJ thing, now can I? Troubles there are mine, all mine.

"Egyptology?"
by Susan G.

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Sara looked up from her notes as Nick and Greg walked into the breakroom and was unable to resist letting out a teasing wolf whistle at the sight of both of them in suits. "How was court?" she asked as Greg paused to take a little bow in response.

It was Nick who answered. "Good." His eyes were absolutely alight with mischief. "Until Greggo here fell instantly in lust with the new prosecutor."

"Nick!" Greg turned to glare at him.

Nick laughed. "C'mon, Greg, like it wasn't *obvious*?"

Greg's face turned the darkest shade of red Sara had ever seen on a living human being, and she gaped at him as understanding dawned. "Oh, my God. You got... In court?"

Greg covered his face with his hands. "It's official. I'm just going to sink through the floor and die right here. Sara, tell my mother I loved her..."

Sara couldn't help it; she burst out laughing. "Oh, Greg, I'm sorry," she eventually gasped. "I know I shouldn't be laughing, it's really not funny--"

The young man lowered his hands with a sigh and managed a shrug. "Go ahead. If it had been Nick with the...problem...I'm sure I'd be laughing it up, too."

Nick looked smug. "Right. See, it's fair."

Greg glared at him again. "I wouldn't have told Sara if it had been you!"

"Told Sara what?" Grissom asked from the doorway.

If possible, Greg looked even more mortified. "That I embarrassed myself in court," he blurted.

Grissom's brows rose. "You weren't even testifying today, Greg--you were observing Nick. What happened?"

Nick tried to say something--Sara suspected that he was actually trying to save Greg from himself--but he wasn't fast enough. Greg swiftly said, "The new prosecutor is really incredibly hot, and the view from where I was sitting was pretty nice even before she dropped her pen, and, uhm, let's just say it'sagoodthingNickwastheonewhohadtogetdownfromthewitnessstandafterward."

It was one of only a handful of times Sara could recall having seen Grissom speechless. It took him several seconds to collect his thoughts sufficiently to say, much more gently than anyone would have expected, "It happens, Greg. Biology at work. As long as you kept your seat until... Well, there wasn't really anything else you could have done."

Greg still looked like he wanted to die.

Sara took pity on him as well. "It happens to women, too, if that makes you feel any better--it's just a lot less obvious on us."

That intrigued him sufficiently to drag his attention away from his own humiliation. "Really?"

Nick looked interested as well, Sara noted. She didn't dare look at Grissom. She shrugged. "Sure. My college roommate even had an expression for it--'lust puddle.'" The looks on the boys' faces really were priceless, she noted.

Greg was wide-eyed. "Seriously? I didn't think girls did lust at first sight."

"Well, think again. Like I said, it's just less obvious. Thank God," she added with feeling.

Nick appeared to be suppressing a smirk with great difficulty. "Voice of experience there, Sar?"

Sara weighed her options quickly and ultimately came down on the side of doing what she could to ease Greg's distress. "Yep, and in equally potentially embarrassing circumstances."

"Tell," Greg demanded.

She laughed at little, mostly at herself. "All right, but what's said in the breakroom stays in the breakroom, all right? I don't want to hear about this later from Catherine."

Nick and Greg nodded quickly.

Sara finally dared a look at Grissom, and the imp of mischief seized her. "If you're staying for this, the same thing goes for you, Bugman. And close the door."

He looked startled, but after a moment he stepped in and closed the door.

Sara returned her attention to Nick and Greg. "Okay. God, I cannot believe I'm telling you guys this story. Uhm....it was while I was at Harvard. There was this visiting lecturer who came to do a seminar series on e--" She edited for content at the last moment, smoothly substituting. "--Egyptology."

"Weren't you a Physics major?" Nick interrupted.

"We were encouraged to attend lectures out of field," Sara said truthfully. "Do you want to hear this or not?"

Nick subsided.

"Thank you. Anyway, like I said, there was this visiting lecturer, and I went to one of his seminars, and I sat way back up in the nosebleed seats in the auditorium, and I had forgotten my glasses--"

"You wore glasses?" Greg blurted.

Sara rolled her eyes. "Yes, Greg, I wore glasses. Will you two shut up and let me talk, please?"

Greg shut up.

"Bottom line, the seminar turned out to be a whole lot more interesting than I'd expected, and I went down front to ask this guy a question when it was over, and he was crouched down behind the slide projector cart putting some of the things he'd brought back in their cases, and when he realized I was waitinng on him, he stood up, and..." She trailed off, remembering broad shoulders and deep blue eyes and a boyish smile that seemed to conceal a secret aching to be shared.

"Lust puddle?" Nick prompted, grinning outright now.

"Ohhhh, yeah. It was the first, last, and only time that's ever happened to me the moment I met somebody, but...if I'd been a guy I definitely would have needed to sit down."

"A hot Egyptologist?" Greg sounded amused. "Did he have a fedora and a bullwhip?"

Sara laughed. "No, and he didn't look like Harrison Ford, either, but he *was* gorgeous. In retrospect, I'm amazed that I remembered my own name well enough to introduce myself. So seriously, Greg, I feel you on the embarrassing moment."

The three of them grinned at each other for a moment, and then Greg said, "Thanks, Sara. I do feel a little better, actually."

And Nick had the grace to say, "Look, man, you were right--I should've kept my mouth shut. That was uncalled for."

"Yes, it was," Greg said gravely, then grinned as he added, "In fact, it was...below the belt."

Nick snorted. "Right. I can see you're traumatized for life. C'mon, Greggo, let's hit the locker room and get changed before we end up getting called to a scene in these getups."

They departed, and Sara finally composed herself well enough to look up at Grissom, who was still standing beside the door.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Egyptology?"

Sara laughed. "It was the first acceptable substitute that popped into my head. It's not that much further out of my field than the bugs were."

"I guess not." The smile he'd been repressing broke free. "'Lust puddle'?"

She felt herself blush. "Oh, come on--surely you must have noticed that I was stammering."

"Now that you mention it, yeah, but... I certainly didn't think it was because you were attracted to me."

"'Attracted' isn't a strong enough word. I was insanely, desperately turned on, and all you had to do was look at me." She gave him a wicked little smile. "Of course, that's still true..."

He cleared his throat and pushed himself off the wall abruptly. "Okay, I'm going back to my office before I become the second member of the night shift to have an embarrassing moment in public today. See you at home?"

"Yep."

Sara grinned after him as he fled.

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