She had a look of pure despair spattered all over her face. She seemed to be drowning in it. Why? Why were her eyes so empty instead of filled with that spark that kept her going throughout the day? Where was her smile when he needed a picker-upper? It was no where to be found.
Greg sat at the break room table filling in a couple of papers that should have been turned into Grissom a half hour ago. He sighed with all the weight of stress heaving down on his shoulders. Suddenly Sara walked in. Her usual, "Hey Greg!" hadn't come first. But he was instead greeted with a sigh similar to his previous one. Immediately he saw that something was wrong.
He put down his pencil. The papers could wait. "Sara, you okay?"
"Yea, I'm fine" She said, seeming to be deep in thought.
Greg cocked his head to the side. "Now, Sara, you know I can see right through you. What's the matter. Come on you can tell Greggo."
"It's nothing Greg, really."
Greg feigned a sigh. "I suppose I'll just have to tell Grissom you're not feeling well and he'll have to send you home. Not to mention ask you what's wrong."
"Fine, fine. Just DON'T tell Grissom." She stood up from the table. She crossed her arms trying to think of how to put this. Just thinking about her problem hurt her. She felt tears coming to her eyes. But she turned away and withheld them. Knowing exactly what to do, Greg came over to her, and put his arm around her. He sat her down on the couch. Sara took a deep breath and let it out shakily. "Well" she started, "It's about Hank".
Greg wanted to roll his eyes and walk away rather than hear about Hank. But he didn't walk away. He stayed near her. She needed him.
"He-he…he cheated on me." A tear ran down her face. "Well, he more cheated on his girlfriend with me. I was just a side job. You know, I actually thought that there might be something there for us. He was such a great guy! But of course, I'm usually wrong when it comes to guys." She wiped the tear off her cheek, thinking about how Grissom even turned her down. She could never keep a man for long.
She started to sob lightly. "I feel so stupid, crying about guys. It's so…childish."
"No it's not" said Greg. He wiped her face with his left hand, still holding her with his right. "Listen, I know this sounds a little cliché, but there are many other guys out there who would die to be with you forever."
"Don't make me laugh, Greg. I'm way too immersed in my work to even find a guy OUTSIDE of work, and when it's a co-worker…well…it just never turns out right. I mean, how you find the right person!"
"Well, sometimes you have to search for the person. Sometimes your special person will come to you. And even better" Greg paused and Sara's teary eyes looked up at him with hope. "Sometimes the right person is right in front of you."
Sara looked crestfallen. She sighed and said, "If only, Greg." She pulled away and walked towards the door, "If only." She turned back towards him before she left the break room. "Thanks for listening." Greg gave a weak smile. "It's what I do."