Ficlet 1
Sara entered the break room just in time to catch the last bit of what Greg was whispering to Nick.
"- ended up eating her out."
"Eating what?" Sara asked innocently, walking over to the coffeemaker.
"Oh, um... I went on a date last night, and ended up eating a. uh... fish taco." Greg threw a smirk Nick's way, whispering, ". if you know what I mean."
"I sure do know what you mean," Sara said enthusiastically, startling them both. "I used to eat fish tacos all the time in grad school."
Nick stifled a laugh. "Really?"
"Mm-hmm. Remember, I went to Berkeley. Really liberal environment, and lots of women."
As she added cream to her coffee, Nick and Greg stared at each other, puzzled.
"So, you really ate... fish tacos , at Berkeley?" Greg asked.
"Especially after a big sorority party," she nodded. "Everyone was either drunk, high, or both, and we'd all lie around munching on fish tacos... if you know what I mean."
Greg shifted in his seat, feeling his pants grow tight. Nick was looking pretty distracted too.
"Would, um..." Greg stammered. "Would you like to, uh, tell us about these experiences? In great detail?"
Just then, Grissom walked in the door. "What experiences?"
"Nothing," Nick said quickly. "No experiences here."
"Okay, well, I was just going to grab dinner," Grissom said. "There's a fish taco stand out on Hamilton Avenue that's pretty good. Anyone want to come?"
"I will!" Sara beamed. "I just love fish tacos. Ate them all the time at Berkeley."
Nick and Greg looked at each other in disappointment as Grissom and Sara left.
As Sara buckled herself into the car, she laughed softly.
"What is it?" Grissom asked her.
"Oh, Greg's just an idiot... if you know what I mean."
"Very true."
"By the way, I meant to tell you, I was a lesbian in grad school."
Grissom nodded, putting the car in drive. "Me too."