Title: The Sara Sidle Chronicles: Chapter 1 – Greg #1
Author: loubric
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I have no rights to CSI. It belongs to CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Anthony Zuicker and any number of persons and entities other than me. No infringement is intended in any way, and this story is not for profit. The storyline, however is mine so please don't use it without my permission!
A/N: This is going to be a collection of related and un-related (depends) stories involving Sara and different men. There is no particular time frame maybe round about pre-6 season. I'm not sure what ya'all will think of them so I'll wait and see what the response is like. I would appreciate any constructive criticism. Positive and negative feedback is always welcome!
The Sara Sidle Chronicles
Chapter 1 – Greg # 1
"I can't believe that you got Nick as your partner and I got stuck with Greg." Sara complained as she and Catherine were changing into their tennis outfits in the ladies locker room.
Catherine smiled and said haughtily "Yeah … tough break Sara… guess you'll have a hard time beating us today, might as well be playing by yourself.."
Sara grunted as she tied her shoelace "Hhmmph… well Greg's not that bad, it just makes it worse that Nick played tennis in high school...that's all…"
"Don't be such a spoil sport; you both need the exercise..." Catherine laughed as she slapped Sara on the ass, making her screech as she walked out the room and onto the court.
Sara stood up and rubbed where Catherine had smacked her and thought I'll make sure we beat them today…
Sara walked onto the court and was greeted by the enthusiastic and extremely hyperactive Greg. He ran up to greet her "Hey Sara, you ready to kick some butt?" Sara tried not to notice his muscular arms through his t-shirt, shrugged the thought out her mind, and whispered softly "Greg, we have to win today, Catherine was bragging and rubbing it in my face that they were going to cream us. This is personal okay?"
Greg nodded and felt the heat rise in his face as he realized that Sara was wearing a very short tennis skirt. He looked at her legs as she walked over to put her water and towel down. Her legs were long and lean, and very very shapely; he shook his head, trying to focus on tennis.
Nick came over and slapped Greg on the back, jolting him back to reality "Admiring Sara's body are we Greggo? …… Don't blame you though...damm…. could that skirt be any shorter??"
Greg pushed him away playfully "Sorry Nick, Sara's my partner today, go ogle your own…"
Catherine clapped her hands from the other side of the net and shouted "Come on you guys, this isn't a tea party, let's get this show on the road ..."
Greg stood next to Sara and heard her murmur "We're gonna loose, we're gonna fucking loose…" he walked in front of her, put a hand on each shoulder and looked her square in the face "Sara. We are not going to loose, okay. Just relax, we'll play our best and have fun." His fingers tingled at the feel of her bare skin on his hands.
His touch was firm and full of electricity and Sara's heart started beating faster. She just stood there staring into his dark eyes; finally, she found her voice and whispered, breathlessly "Ok…"
He smiled lopsidedly and went back behind her to serve.
Greg took a deep breath, threw the ball in the air and swung the tennis racket back forcefully. The serve was powerful and accurate, perfect.
The ball whizzed over the net past a shocked Catherine, Nick lunged for it but he was too slow and the ball went across the line.
Greg jumped in the air "Yeah…" he shouted.
Sara turned around and stared at him, amazed "Greg ... where did you learn to hit like that?"
He just grinned and said, "Just a lucky shot I guess…."
An hour and a half later, all four of them were drenched with sweat. Catherine was in an extremely bad mood and kept snapping at Nick whenever he made a mistake. Nick served the final ball with a loud grunt, despite his lack of energy the serve was a strong one and both Sara and Greg dove for it. Greg got to it first, jumped with all his strength and hit it back, landing awkwardly. He tried to keep his balance but it was useless and he fell on top of Sara who was right next to him.
Her right knee hit the court as she tried to avoid Greg's fall but she miscalculated, landed on her back, with Greg above her. Greg stretched out his arms and his palms hit the ground painfully.
"Shit … Sara … I'm sorry are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
She stared up at him, and didn't say a word or move. Despite the pain in her knee, she wanted to stay on her back, looking up at him forever. She tried to reason with herself This is Greg …. Stop acting like such a schoolgirl and get up! Reluctantly she tried to get up, and Greg quickly pushed himself up and extended his hand to assist her.
She took his outstretched hand and he grimaced slightly. Once she was standing in front of him, she looked down at his grazed palms "Oh Greg, I'm sorry I didn't mean to grab your sore hands…."
He grinned at her "No problem …" then he looked down at her knee and saw that it was bleeding. "Sara …. Oh my god… your knee … shit … sorry… here..." and before she could do or say anything he had picked her up and was holding her in his arms.
By that time, Nick and Catherine had come over.
"Geez Greg… what happened?" Nick asked as he saw Sara's bruised knee.
"Yeah .. guess you were a bit eager with that last shot ... which was the winning point by the way..." Catherine added unhappily.
"We won?" Sara asked surprised.
"It was obvious in the first set that Greg 'Lightening Speed' Sanders already had the game… still it was one hell of a work-out..." Nick said admiringly to Greg.
Greg blushed, and shrugged, still with Sara in his arms.
Sara had momentarily forgotten where she was until she looked in Greg's eyes. He was smiling down at her "Let's get you cleaned up eh?" he said as he took her to a nearby table at the club's restaurant. He put her down gently and pulled up another chair to rest her leg on.
"I'm gonna hit the showers..." Catherine and Nick said at the same time, making them all laugh.
"Well I have to go pick up Lindsey so I'll see you back at the lab tonight..." Catherine said as she walked to the locker room.
Nick ran a hand through his sweaty hair, "Yeah, I'm beat now, might go and try take a nap before our shift, see you guys later..."
Greg and Sara said their good-byes and watched Nick leave.
Greg grabbed his duffel bag and started rummaging through it. He brought over a tiny first aid kit, making Sara laugh. "Greg .. do you always carry that with you?" he grinned at her "Yeah… hey you never know what may happen…"
A waiter walked past and Greg caught his attention, "Can we get two glasses of water, with ice and lemon please.." The waiter nodded and walked off.
Sara's heart melted and she murmured softly "Greg… you don't have to do all of this ….."
"Well, if I hadn't of jumped you, you wouldn't have a banged up knee.." he poured some alcohol on some cotton wool and added "This might sting a bit.."
Sara took a deep breath as bent down next to her and gently wiped her wound clean, she gasped softly as the alcohol stung her knee.
He blew softly on it, trying to ease the burning "Is that better?" he whispered.
The moment his breath hit her skin, she felt her heart beat faster and her stomach leap. "A little…" she finally managed to say.
With his free hand, he slowly ran his fingers lightly up and down her leg, while he continued to blow on her injured knee.
At that moment, she wouldn't have realized that she had hurt her leg. All she felt was the wonderful feeling of Greg's breath on her skin and sensual touch of his fingers on her leg. She admired him from where she was sitting and had the urge to reach over and kiss him.
Greg looked up at Sara, their eyes met momentarily, and he was shocked and pleased at what he saw. She was looking at him in a way that he had always wanted her too and he hoped this moment could last forever.
They were interrupted by the waiter who brought their water and set it down on the glass table. Sara took a sip of the cold water "Thanks Greg …" she said appreciatively.
He stood up, took his glass and reluctantly sat in the chair opposite her "Hey no problem … you hungry? Want anything else?"
"I'm always hungry, but why don't I treat you to an early dinner before our shift to say thank-you for winning the game …" she said impulsively Did I just ask Greg out? It was so natural; I guess I did… she thought as the words came out her mouth.
Greg did a double take Did Sara just ask me out on a date? He thought as the words ran through his ears.
"Sure Sara, that sounds great … let me take a shower and we can go.."
Sara stood up apprehensively, testing her leg and found that she could walk fine on it. "How about we meet up front in 20 minutes?" she said as she walked towards the locker room, while Greg stared after her.
Dinner turned out to be a lot of fun for both of them. They ate a lot, chatted and spent the majority of the time laughing. Sara couldn't believe how attracted she was to Greg and how much he made her laugh.
After a particularly funny story, Sara was holding her stomach, and wheezing with uncontrollably laughter. "Greg ..you…have….to….stop…I…..can't…stop…laughing…and…my…stomach…hurts…"
Finally, she managed to control herself and she thought back to the tennis match earlier on that afternoon "I've been meaning to ask you …." She started.
"Why a devilishly handsome man like myself, is a mere CSI and not a supermodel …?" he asked.
She smiled and his heart leapt.
"That too … but how come you never told any of us that you played tennis so well?" she said as she popped a fresh strawberry into her mouth.
Greg sighed and his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink "I played semi-pro tennis in college, but I didn't want people to know that because I didn't want you guys ripping me off or thinking I was a show off…"
"Well, I don't think you're a show off, and it was a wonderful surprise, 'cos we or rather you, beat the hell out of Nick and Catherine, and she was so sure of herself…" Sara laughed as she remembered Catherine's ego earlier on.
"Eh … Please Sara, you were pretty awesome yourself, with a little training …." He said as he playfully threw a grape at her.
It landed in the top of her shirt and she glared mischievously at him "Greg … are you trying to get into my shirt…?
"Maybe…." He grinned.
They looked at each other and finally Greg cleared his throat nervously and mumbled, "I guess I should take you home, our shift starts in a couple of hours…."
Sara paid for the meal, despite protests from Greg and they were on their way within 10 minutes. Greg parked his car and jumped out to help Sara carry her bags and racket upstairs.
"Thanks …" she smiled as they walked up the stairs to her apartment "I could have managed you know.."
"I know …" he said as she unlocked her front door "…but if I just dropped you off that wouldn't have been very gentleman like and then I wouldn't have been able to do this…"
Before she had a chance to protest or even get the door open, Greg's lips were on hers. It wasn't what she had imagined at all. His lips were soft and sweet tasting. They were gentle yet firm as he pried her mouth open, subtly, and grazed his tongue lightly on the inside of her mouth.
Her hands ran up his chest and rested around his neck, lightly pulling on his blond hair. His body was flat against hers and his hands were wrapped tightly around her waist. His tongue became more passionate and more insistent. He could feel her breasts pressed up against him, and the thought drove him wild. Greg couldn't believe that he was kissing Sara Sidle, the woman of his dreams! She was every bit as amazing as he had imagined.
Greg was arousing feelings inside of her that she never imagined possible and she groaned with pleasure.
She pulled away reluctantly, and looking at him flirtatiously she murmured "Wanna come in….?"
"Hell Yeah…" he replied excitedly, as she roughly pulled him inside her front door.
The End ….. should this carry on???
