A/N: ok so this is my first story..so tell me what u think.

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disclaimer: u know the drill...not mine blah blah blah

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Sara Sidle saw the hurt expression on Greg's eyes when she told the group she'd be going back to San Francisco.

"So that's why I asked you guys to meet me, I'm going back" Sara turned and left the group with gaping mouths. As she walked down the hall to the parking lot, tears were flowing down her cheek. Finally when she got to the Denali she felt a hand grab her shoulders.

"Sara?" he said slowly "C'mon Sara, please talk to me," Greg continued, turning her to face him. One of the reasons she didn't want to face him her mascara was running, and she didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Why are you going back?" He asked, "Don't you like it here with us?"

When she didn't reply he brought his hand to her cheek and wiped the tears away. "I'm sorry, Greg." She opened the truck door and before driving off she managed to look back at Greg, same hurt expression, but this time his eyes were watery .

'Why don't you tell Sara how you feel about her you dumb fuck' Greg thought to himself as he walked back to the lab. Just before he got to his locker Nick caught up to him, "Hey man, how are you taking this whole Sara moving back thing?" he asked a bit concerned.

Nick Stokes knew about the feelings his good friend Greg had for their co-worker. Trying to lighten the mood, he asked "So, Warrick and I are going out for a couple of drinks… wanna to come?"

No reply.

Finally after closing his locker, Greg turned to him, "Thanks Nick, but I have to go talk to her at least."

"Listen man, you're not going to accomplish anything, and you know that." Nick tried to convince him.

"I know, I know but I have to tell Sara how I feel about her." Greg started to get angry with him self for not talking to her sooner.

"Fine, it's your call, I have to go meet Rick, sure you don't want to come?" Nick said leaving the locker room. "Maybe some other time, have fun." Greg headed out to his truck.

Some time later, Greg arrived at Sara's apartment building. He didn't exactly know how or what he was going to say. He sat there in his truck thinking; finally getting the courage, he walked up the stairs to her door. Before Greg had even knocked, the door swung open.

"Oh... Um hi, I was just…" was all Greg managed to say. "Hi buddy...what's up with you?" Greg could tell Sara had been drinking for a while now and was buzzed, but yet he couldn't help checking her out. Sara only had a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top on. He followed her into the apartment and sat on the couch.

'God why does she have to look so damn hot' He thought to himself.

"Do you want some thing to drink?" Sara's voice coming from the kitchen brought him back to reality. "I'll have whatever you're having." Greg replied. "Whatever makes you think that I, Sara Sidle has been drinking" she slurred her words a little. He heard the fridge door open and close. Greg looked up when he heard a chair scrape the floor. "Hey, you ok Sar?" he asked concerned.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, here" Sara handed Greg a beer and sat next to him. There was an awkward silence, until Greg decided to break it, "This is a nice place," looking around he continued, "real homey."

Sara looked at him like he was an alien. "Why are you here Greg?" She asked.

He couldn't just say 'Sara I love you and I don't want you to go, because I'll probably kill myself if you do.' That's what he wanted to tell her. He downed his beer getting a little light headed and asked for another one. This bought him some time to come up with something.

Sara came back a tad too soon so he just said, "First tell me why you're leaving me." He looked straight at her.

'Did Greg just ask me why I'm leaving him? He didn't say why I'm leaving the lab he actually said Him' She smirked, thought about it and decided that it was the buzz talking.

As Greg realized what he'd said, he felt his face turn red. "I meant the team." He managed to say taking a big gulp from his beer. Sara couldn't help smiling.

"Well if you must know Greggo, there's two reasons why I want to leave so much." She looked at him and gave a weak smile, "As you know I had a huge thing for Grissom, but when I told him, he rejected me. This made my work life fucking miserable because I see him every day. That's one reason" She sighed and continued, "Another reason is Hank." She whispered, but loud enough for Greg to hear.

At the sound of Hank's name he clenched his fist and thought back to what that son of a bitch had done to his Sara.

This so called Hank had made Sara so happy, and all of a sudden he took it all away by cheating on her. Sara was so crushed; she actually did not go to work for two whole days. Something that had not happened since she'd moved to Las Vegas.

She started to cry. He scooted closer to her and embraced her in his arms. With his thumb he wiped away her tears, which were now flowing down her cheeks. When he touched her cheek it sent sparks of arousal all over their bodies. Her head bent down avoiding Greg's eyes; she was ashamed of herself for crying. She had not cried in front of anyone, ever.

With out thinking Sara lifted her chin locking eyes with him. She leaned in and kissed him. It felt so right. Greg began to kiss her back, their tongues clashing together. Greg began to slide his hands all over her body. He shivered as she put a hand up his shirt. "Ticklish are we?" she managed to ask as they separated to catch their breath.

"Actually no, but your hands are a bit cold." He pointed out. Sara smiled at his reply. She kissed him again. Greg felt his pants start to get a little tighter. He put a hand on her shoulder and brought down her straps. She began to unbutton his shirt, "Sara…" his said, kissing her neck. He began going up her jaw line, her cheek and finally her lips.

"Sara, i came here...to tell you...I Love you." he said between kisses.

She stopped mid kiss and looked at him. "Greg I…I can't do this." Her chocolate eyes returning to the floor. "I'm sorry." Sara got up from the couch and pulled her tank top straps back up her shoulder.

"What?" Greg asked frowning. Hurt clearly in his voice. What did he do, did he offend her by telling her his true feelings? He couldn't figure it out.

"I think you should go home Greg." Sara replied. She walked over to the door and opened it. "No!" Greg said, getting angry. "First you start kissing me and all of a sudden you reject me... what's going on?" he demanded

"It's not you" She tried to explain. "I just can't do this right now."

Getting up and buttoning his shirt Greg stormed out of her apartment. He couldnt believe her. She was the one that had started the whole situation and as fast as she started it she stoped it.

Greg was furious. He got into his truck and drove off, he didn't know were, and frankly he didn't care.

From her apartment Sara saaw his truck leave the parking lot. As she began sobing tears started to fill her eyes again.

She knew she had definitely hurt him this time.

A/N: ok ok so how did i do for my fist chapter? huh... reviews would be nice D