Disclaimer: Any characters even resembling any on the TV show CSI obviously belong to them, not me.
Warts and Weddings
Sara groaned as she placed the phone back on its hook. Her brother, Stewart (affectionately known as Wart) had just called, reminding her that he was getting married in two weeks and that she had promised to come back to San Francisco to see him tie the knot. That was no problem – she had already placed a request in for leave. No, the problem was that Wart had also hinted that she should bring her boyfriend up so "he could get a good look at him."
She did not want to take Hank up to San Francisco. She did not want to see her brother's face when he met Hank. In fact, if Wart and Hank never met, it would be just fine with her. Wart had always had his own ideas about the boys his baby sister should date. Hank was the opposite of it all – except that he was in the medical field. However, being an EMT was not the same thing as being a doctor, so Wart probably wouldn't approve even that much.
However, she was now tied down into bringing someone up there with her. Someone other than Hank, obviously, since he wouldn't cut it with Wart. Briefly, she considered asking Grissom to come, but that wouldn't play well. Sure, she was infatuated with the guy, but she needed someone who could play a role, who could convince Wart that he was the best thing that had ever happened to her, even if he didn't come with an MD behind his name. Who could she ask?
Sara continued to fret about the subject for most of the night, evaluating every guy who happened to cross her path. Archie? No, Wart would never believe that she'd consider dating him. Nick? She laughed to herself. Nick was too nice a guy to ask to pretend to be her boyfriend. Warrick was out as well – he had just taken a vacation, so couldn't very well ask for any more right away.
It wasn't until she literally bumped into Greg that she realized he was the obvious choice. He eyes lit up with excitement. "Greg! You're just the guy I was looking for!"
"Um… I was?" He asked nervously.
"Yes! I was wondering…" she trailed off, trying to figure out how to phrase the question, "My brother's getting married in two weeks." Greg simply raised hi eyebrows in response to that statement. She continued on, "And, naturally, I'm going to be there. But, I was wondering…" She bit her lip. C'mon, Sara, this is supposed to be easy. Not like you're asking him out on a date or anything… "I need a date." She blurted out.
Greg looked at her for a second. "Are you asking me to go with you?" He asked.
She nodded, relieved that he understood what she had been trying to say.
"Really? You want me to go with you?"
"Look, Greg, if it's too much of a hassle, forget about it…" she turned to go, strangely disappointed.
"NO! I mean, of course I'll go with you. It just took me by surprise, that's all." She turned back, grinning at him. He had this big dopey grin on his face as well.
"Really?" She asked, wanting to make sure.
"I'd be delighted, Miss Sidle."
She hugged him briefly. "Thanks, Greg, I really appreciate it." She turned and headed down the hallway, mind snapping back into game mode. She was so focused on her case that she didn't realize that Greg was still standing there, smiling like an idiot, watching her walk away.