A/N: Only a few people are going to understand what's going on for a few chapters so bare with me. All in due time.

"…salad, please."

The waitress finished taking Greg's order and walked away, an extra sway in her step. Not that he was paying attention. The rumble in his stomach was heavy on his mind. That and a certain-

"Hey Greggo." Nick greeted. Sara and Warrick followed behind him.

Greg stood so that Sara could slide in the booth next to him. The waitress returned to take coffee orders. She smiled at Greg again. Again he didn't notice.

"How long you been here?" Warrick asked.

"I don't know." Greg shrugged. "Not very long."

The four discussed their latest case that was closed only a few hours before. Vegas seemed to have an endless supply of random situations that can easily kill someone.

"If we get one more case that includes a scuba tank and a bunny suit, I don't know what I'm going to do." Nick said shaking his head.

Sara laughed. "I think maybe you should just stay away from people in bunny suits altogether."

"You know what?" Nick pointed at her. "You shut up 'cause you weren't helping the situation."

"Aw, you're still mad I didn't pretend to be your girlfriend to get those girls off you?" Sara giggled.

"I'll never get the image of that one bunny holding onto your ankles." Warrick said seriously. "That was sad."

Greg laughed but not at the conversation. He had received a text and failed at stifling a laugh. Looking up from his phone, Greg saw Sara, Warrick and Nick giving him a strange look.

"What?" he asked.

"Care to share, Greg?" Sara asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, not really."

Their orders arrived and silence fell over them as the waitress placed a salad in front of Greg. Not realizing that he was being stared at, he rubbed his hands together and speared some lettuce with his fork. A good five minutes went by before he looked up again.

"You guys ok?" he asked.

"I think we should be asking you that." Nick said slowly.

Greg shoveled another helping of salad in his mouth before saying, "What do you mean?"

"You're eating a salad." Sara said.

"Oh." Greg looked down at his plate. "That's what this is called. I had no idea Sara. Thank you for the enlightenment."

Warrick snorted.

Sara glared at him before turning to Greg. "You had a salad for lunch earlier, too."

"Should I be concerned that you're keeping track of my dietary habits?" Greg smiled.

Giving up, Sara just shrugged it off with, "Nevermind." She slowly stirred her coffee and placed the spoon on the table.

Greg smiled at it for awhile and continued to eat his salad.

After the boys finished their food, and Sara finished her coffee, they each headed to their respective homes.