A/N: I apologize for the long delay in this story but I've kinda felt uninspired to write them but something clicked tonight and I came up with this in like half an hour, short I know but it sets up for what's about to come and I've decided the series isn't going to be as long as Greg's because there's not a whole lot I can do without it getting boring and overlapping. So thank you to all of those who stuck with me. No I still don't own them, which means I wouldnt have let Jorja leave.

Sorry for the swearing but I think it gets a point across.

I Can See It In Your Eyes; You Mean All Of What You Say

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Going on the game plan that she really had no game plan and decided to take things head on she had never really factored in anything else except for the fact if he didn't want to fuck her anymore then she was screwed.

She didn't however factor in him ending the relationship before she could. In her opinion he ended it in the meanest way possible, by introducing her to the new one and say they have plans tonight and he would call her later if it wasn't too late.

She hadn't waited by the phone, well it was beside her but she wasn't waiting that was fine.

What did the bleach blonde bimbo have on her that she didn't?

"So Greg I was think-" she stopped her speaking abruptly when she noticed he was in a lip lock with someone other than herself. The two broke apart on her words but the look Greg gave her told her he wanted her to find them. She was ready to both him and her but she kept it together well.

"Sara this is Becky, I met her while I was grocery shopping" Grocery shopping who the fuck in their right mind meets someone when they were grocery shopping? How do you start conversation? Which melon looks riper? Hold up too in front of your breasts and hope he picks one and doesn't walk away? How?

Sara had to laugh at her melon comment and received a look from Greg. She would have to explain herself.

"Just thinking about something completely different" she tried covering her tracks.

"We should go don't want to miss the movie" wait was he actually taking her out on a date? They'd been fucking for how long and they went to one function together and they went as friends, how the hell did Miss I have breast implants get one?

That's why she was sitting by herself on her couch – alone watching TV.

Because the fucking bastard had meant everything he'd told her before she decided to get back at him, he had all the shots but she would be damned if he was going to get the last one.

Not after everything she gave up for him. Breaking it off with Grissom who was the supposed love of her life for how long just to be with him.

No she was not going to let this girl win.

It was high time she came up with a plan that would leave him so fucked up in the head he would be begging to be put out of his misery.

The problem was she was coming up empty handed with ways to do just that when she looked down she thought of something that would make him want her more than he already did but she wouldn't have to pull the strip tease again.

She got up and grabbed her purse heading off in the direction of the mall she knew exactly what she needed now.