Title: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Time: After Post-Mordem

Rating: M

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, all belong to the writers of CBS and CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Sofia pulled into her driveway and noticed a strange, yet vaguely familiar car parked in front of her house. Upon exiting her vehicle and approaching her front door she encountered the strange car's owner sitting on her front steps. He was visibly shaken, tears brimming his chocolate-brown eyes and streaking his clean-shaven cheeks.

"Greg," Sofia said, sitting down on the steps next to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't know where else to go," Greg stammered. "I didn't want to go back to the office. I didn't want to be alone at home..." Greg's voice trailed off, and he began trembling. Sofia reached up and touched his face. Her hand felt cool and soft against Greg's flushed cheek.

"Come inside, and tell me what happened," Sofia whispered, taking Greg's hand. She opened her door and led Greg into her living room. She invited him to have a seat while she grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and opened them. She handed one to Greg as she sat down next to him on the couch.

"So what happened? The inquest went fine. It wasn't exactly the outcome we were hoping for, but it certainly cleared you of any criminal intent," Sofia said.

Greg took a sip from his beer, then pulled a paper from his breast pocket and handed it to Sofia.

"A civil suit?" Sofia asked, glancing at the paper. "You've got to be kidding me."

"That's not all," Greg said softly. "Aaron, Demtrius' brother, threatened me in the restroom. And then right after I got these papers he nearly ran over me with his car."

"Wait a minute," Sofia said, agitated. "He threatened you? Did anyone witness this? Was anyone else in the parking garage?"

"There was another man in the restroom, but I have no idea who he was or if he even saw or heard anything," Greg said. "And I have no idea about anyone else being in the parking garage. All I was concerned about was the grill of an SUV coming at me."

Sofia reached over and took Greg's trembling hand in hers. "Wll, we have the lawyer's name on this summons. Maybe we can find out who delivered it, see if he saw anything," she said softly.

"Won't do any good, he'll just deny it, like they're denying everything else about what happened," Greg said, growing more agitated. "I was just doing my job," he said, tears choking his voice.

Sofia grasped his chin and turned his face towards hers, looking into his eyes. "That's right, you were just doing your job. You have nothing to be ashamed of," she said firmly.

"Then why am I being made out to be the bad guy?" Greg asked tearfully.

Sofia took Greg's beer and set it on the coffee table. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. "You're not the bad guy, Greg. You weren't the one running around with a gang of masked thugs, beating up tourists. You saved a man's life," Sofia said tenderly.

"I took a man's life," Greg sobbed.

"A man who was armed with a rock, ready to hurl it at your head," Sofia said, breaking their embrace to take Greg's face in her hands. "You did nothing wrong."

"I wish I felt that way," Greg said. "I wish the nightmares would stop. I wish I could sleep. I wish this never happened," Greg said, bursting into sobs.

Sofia took him into her arms again, rocking him and stroking his hair as he cried. As his sobs subsided, she took his face gently into her hands and kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss, combined with the effects of alcohol, fatigue, and his racing emotions, gave him a heady feeling. He pulled back briefly, laying his head back against the couch.

"Are you alright?" Sofia asked. Immediately she began to regret what had happened. "I'm sorry. I took things to far, I got a little carried away. Let me get you another beer," she said, moving to pick up the bottles on the table.

Greg grabbed her hands. "No, it's okay," he said, pulling her back into his arms and laying down on his back. "Kiss me again," he pleaded, gazing into her eyes.

She kissed him, and he responded passionately. He lay back and let the cares of the day wash away as Sofia covered him with comforting kisses and caresses.

"Sofia," he whispered breathlessly as passion overtook him.

She smiled, knowing she had pleased him and eased his troubled mind, at least for the moment.

"I love the way you say my name," she whispered back.

"Sofia," he whispered again, smiling.

"Shhh," she whispered, touching his lips with her fingertips. He kissed and nibbled them softly. "Sleep now," she whispered, pressing his head to her shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. He gradually fell into a peaceful sleep as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Sleep well, Angel," Sofia whispered. "And sweet dreams."