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Summary: Greg and Sara are …, yeah, what are they doing? Warrick and Nick mainly wonder. GregSara
Rating: K+
A/N: There will be four rather short chapters. This chapter has been betaread by singingstarryknights, so thanks go to her.
Don't look at me – Part 1 of 4
11:55 PM, crime lab, Las Vegas
Greg Sanders enters the building and walks along the hallway full of verve. Two of his colleagues, namely Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes, catch his gaze from inside of one of the many glazed rooms of the lab, already, or maybe still, busy solving the crimes of the night.
Greg waves to them and they watch how he makes his way towards the locker room, approaching a tall brunette with the name of Sara Sidle on the way, without acknowledging her presence at all, to their utter astonishment.
Greg walks past Sara, looking straight ahead, without turning his head even slightly in her direction, apparently ignoring her completely. Warrick and Nick watch to their increasing amazement how Sara shoots a short glance at Greg before looking determinedly in the other direction. Greg disappears into the locker room and Sara makes her way into the A/V lab, obviously unconcerned, and disappears from Warrick's and Nick's sight as well.
Warrick turns to his friend, eyebrows lifted, "What's up with them?" Nick shrugs. "No idea, honestly no idea."
3:14 AM, still crime lab, Las Vegas
"…Sweating like a coyote in the hot Texan summer when…" Somewhere there Nick has lost Warrick's undivided attention, but still sweating like mad after they have dismantled a car into its two-thousand four-hundred eighty-three pieces, in hopes of finding the tiniest evidence there, Warrick makes his way towards the locker room now in hopes of having a cold shower.
But before he enters the room he stops dead on hearing Greg's and Sara's voices coming out of it. On the one hand he does not want to eavesdrop; on the other hand the unsolved mystery of earlier that night is a temptation he cannot resist.
"What was that supposed to mean?" he hears Sara asking.
"Nothing," Greg answers quietly, barely audibly for Warrick.
"Can't you behave normally?" Sara wants to know now. "Wait, you can't. How could I expect that?" she adds mildly sarcastically. Warrick does not hear Greg reply anything on that. Instead Sara's voice sounds out of the room again, in a warning tone this time.
"Stay away from me."
Still standing outside of the locker room, Warrick does not hear them talking anything more, but wonders instead what the problem between his two colleagues is. Before he has the opportunity to ponder about that though, he is met with the asking expression of Greg Sanders who has just left the locker room, almost crashing into his colleague on the way.
"I didn't hear anything," Warrick ensures Greg quickly. Greg looks not exactly amused or believing.
"Yeah," he says and turns to go.
"What's up between you and Sara?" Warrick asks, dropping his previous claim. Greg takes his time to turn around to Warrick again.
"Nothing. There's nothing," he replies.
"Are you sure? Are you two fighting?" Warrick insists on further inquiries. Greg frowns.
"No, we're not."
"You know, it's not good for the work in the lab when two of us don't get along," Warrick says now, not believing Greg's answer. Greg only shakes his head and leaves. Warrick watches him walking away briefly, before turning to go into the locker room finally. This time he is met with the indescribable expression of Sara Sidle and immediately feels the instinct to raise his hands. "We're calm, aren't we?" he asks quickly.
Sara frowns as well, shaking her head.
"Of course we are." She leaves Warrick standing there, but he's pretty sure she's muttering some something about men.
Now, finally out of the danger of meeting strangely behaving colleagues, Warrick walks into the locker room, now definitely ready for that shower.
TBC
