When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

He watched her through the glass walls that surrounded his lab. She was talking to a police officer that he didn't know and instead of going up and joining their conversation, he sat in his lab, just watching her, absorbing the details as if this would be the last time he ever would ever lay his eyes upon her. The way she flung her brown hair over her shoulder. Her nervous smile. The way her tongue darted over her lips, wetting them as she talked. That phony expression of happiness that covered her face. To anyone else, she would have looked perfectly at ease, maybe even confident But he had learned about her, studying her since the first week she came to Vegas. He didn't know why he couldn't just walk up and talk to her anymore, after being shot down by her so many times in the past he guessed he couldn't find it in himself to approach her. Plus, since the explosion, his confidence had been shot. Every time he talked to her he made a complete ass of himself and right now he didn't think he could take the humiliation. He tried dating other girls, trying to take his mind off of Sara, but the entire time he was with them, he thought of her. And now, since the explosion, there were no other girls, so there was no distraction from her at all. It didn't help matters that he had to see her almost every day; in fact, it made his life hell. And she ignored him. Greg couldn't tell if was coincidental or just his imagination, but regardless of reason, she had been avoiding him. He couldn't hold in the feelings because they were consuming him, eating away at his every thought and movement. He was even starting to have dreams about her. It was almost like an obsession.

I wish I was special

Yes, so fucking special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here

I don't belong here

          But now he had been given news that she was leaving, switching jobs and moving back to California. He was running out of time. But Greg knew he could do nothing, just sit and wait and count down the number of days they had left together. He made mental notes of almost everything she did, pictures that would help him remember her when she was gone.

          It wasn't like it was just a physical attraction he had towards Sara. He loved every thing about her; the way she handled herself in everyday situations. She had such a love for her job, and it was evident in the way she took every case so close to heart. And the way she cared so much about something that when it became threatened in any way, she asserted herself and did everything she could to stand by her cause. Greg knew she hid so much of who she really was, but in those brief moments where she was completely absorbed by a cause, she let some emotion back into her life. And he loved that about her.

I don't care if it hurts

I want to have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

          But he destroyed everything. He worked on the case that could of given her a name for herself in the CSI world, that could have given her the promotion she wanted instead of it going to Nick. So she was leaving, she was too humiliated to stay here and face them all daily. Sara blamed it all on him.

          She was perfect. Everything she did was marred with this inconceivable beauty. And for some strange reason Greg thought he had a chance with her? Hah. He was scarred, so broken. His past was just a hopeless losing battle, leaving wounds that were incapable of healing. He knew every time he locked eyes with her that she would never be his, and yet every time she smiled that gap- toothed grin he couldn't help but hope. His hope was gone now.

I want you to notice

When I'm not around

You're so fucking special

I wish I was special

          She didn't understand him or his emotions, feelings, or whatever the hell else you wanted to call it. She didn't understand that Greg would do anything for her, even die for her if it meant finally getting the approval that he so desperately wanted from her. But it was useless; every emotion he tried to share, every moment he spent with her, was all ruined. Because he fucked it all up. And now, the only small comfort he had in his life was leaving. Everything he had hoped for was now completely screwed. And he was finally giving up. Because there was nothing else to do.

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here

I don't belong here

A/N: This is my first csi fic so be nice. When I first heard the unedited version of this song, I knew I had to write a Greg/ Sara romance/ angst story set to the lyrics. The song is Creep by Radiohead, an absolutely beautiful song, and I feel like it just fits with Greg's personality so well. I don't know. I was planning on adding more to chapters to this story, but I can't get it to post so I don't know. Review (if it appears on the site) and let me know.

Guys, I think I met the guy who plays Greg! I saw him at JFK airport in New York but I wasn't exactly sure it was him so I yelled HEY GREG and then when he didn't turn around I realized that Greg wasn't his real name and before I could remember his real name, he walked away. Terrible ending, huh?