A Real Man Wouldn't Mind
Summary: Sara/Greg. Post Law of Gravity. When she saw Grissom in the corridor Sara knew that Greg Sanders never would have reacted that way, and she would never have felt ashamed. Sandle.
For everyone who still believes in the Sara/Greg love.
The Grissom bashing isn't intentional! The GSR bashing, however, is!
Please review! Xx
"You're back!" I say in surprise in the corridor as the supposed love of my life walks towards me, complete with a regrown beard. Part of me wants to throw myself into his arms and tell him how much I've missed him. But I don't; I can't. At this second the least of my problems is the stench I know I must be giving off.
He steps towards me and I back away. I'm unsure why. If Grissom is supposed to love me then the fact that I've been delving through dumpsters all day should mean nothing, right?
"Sara?" He asks, wondering why after all this time it is me who is walking away. If I'm truthful a lot has changed in the four weeks that Grissom has been away. When you want something as badly and for as long as I've wanted to be Grissom's girl when you get what you want it is never as perfect as you imagine. Since he's been gone I have been spending a much greater amount of time with Greg Sanders. He has noticed a change in me recently, since Brass' shooting and he's been the only one to hint at my relationship, if you can actually call it that, with Grissom.
"I've been delving through dumpsters all day. I smell; really bad. I know I do." I say, stumbling a little over my words, which is very unlike me. When I'm with Grissom I feel like I'm constantly on trial and I feel as though I can't put a foot wrong. It's the opposite to how I feel when I'm around Greg, being myself is more than good enough for him.
As the words come out of my mouth I remember, five years ago now, a similar scenario. Nick and I had been dealing with a murder case involving prolonged decomposition and to say we smelled afterwards is an understatement in itself. I remember what Greg said to me then: A real man wouldn't mind.
I was blind to how he felt about me back then and in return how I felt about him.
"I'll see you later then?" Grissom says as I continue to back away.
"Uh yeah, I'll call you." I say, unable to think of anything else. I continue to back away again, trying to smile reassuringly at him but I'm pretty convinced that it's not working. "God, sorry!" I announced, realising that walking backwards is not such a good idea in the busy corridors of the crime lab.
And there he is. Greg Sanders. Fate intervenes once more, as it loves to do in my life.
"No worries." He says, a genuine smile plastered on his youthfully handsome face until his nose begins to wrinkle in masked disgust. "Sara, uh, you smell."
I can't help but smile back at him. "I know." I pause, wondering if he remembers that event. "I thought you said a real man wouldn't mind."
Greg chuckles softly, an infectious laugh that has me smiling again.
"I did. And I do." He smiled at me, and I can see something in his eyes that I've always missed before but now it seems so obvious. It is love.
He seems to pick up something in my eyes too and I find myself, Sara Sidle, blushing. Greg lightly takes me by the arm and leads me towards the locker rooms.
"I think we need to clean you up, Miss Sidle." He says and I follow, knowing that I have found my real man.