My Declaration/A/N: Yes I know I have many fics on the go, and there has been many promises of sequels/completion of those fics, I however am in a bit of a rut without and thought for a new direction in any of my stories that I have going on as of now. Now for the part where I think is most important: I am and always will be a Sandle fan; but however without any indication of the pairing happening in the near future, I am reluctant that it will happen. This has caused me not to look at any spoilers for the new season, which in my case is a big deal because I would talked my mother's ear off with them.

And so it is here that I declare that I will never own anything to do with CSI, can't say I want to at the moment but maybe time will change.

This pairing is Greg/Sara tolerance with a possible Greg/OC.


In the city of Las Vegas with new shopping malls, strip clubs, casino's and Starbucks popping up around every city block, it was an unusual case that one would venture out of their living community for anything in particular. Why travel across a busy town, unbearable at rush hour to buy just five dollars worth of candy or cream that you ran out of last week.

It was illogical and just not worth the point or the gas money.

This is why he was at a local Starbucks that hadn't been here a week ago; but was within walking distance of his apartment complex. It was here he saw someone that he never would have thought to see.

Sara.

At one point in his life he may have loved her, or maybe it was infatuation he still wasn't sure what it was but after her canceling their agreement of taking a lunch break together he pretty much gave up and moved on. What was the whole point of finding one person who you loved hole-heartedly and they didn't give a shit about you? It wasn't worth your time if you asked him.

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Over at a nearby table, Sara and a new found friend Janine, sat talking unaware that Greg kept sliding glances in their direction until after about three times of catching him watching them Janine finally spoke up.

"Do you know him or something cause that guy keeps staring at us" she questioned as she took one of the many stir sticks that were sitting in a landfill where they would continue to sit for the next four hundred years or so. Sara did a casual 'I'm-flipping-my-hair-and-checking-you-out' flip of the hair and looked in his direction, she immediately regretted it for she made eye contact with Greg.

"Yeah, I work with him"

"Wow someone call the police the night shift is up before nightfall" they shared a laugh and Sara started dreading the fact that Greg was now coming over towards them.

"Hi Sara, I didn't know you live around here" he stood; knowing sitting down would be too obvious.

"She doesn't; I do" Sara's female companion piped up

"Don't take this the wrong way Sara but I didn't know you had friends" how else was she supposed to take that?

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me" she mono-tonally said staring at her friend who seemed to watching the younger man.

"I should head back, thanks for the coffee Sara, if I don't get the article in on time…" Sara glared at her friend knowing what she was doing, if she was within kicking distance she would have kicked her.

"Let me walk you out" Greg piped up holding the back of her chair as she got up taking her coffee and paper with her.

"You know where to find me" she told Sara as she walked out with Greg, looking back at her with a 'I-can't-believe-you're-letting-this-happen' look.


A/N 2: Inspiration for this story came from an article from Cosmo and Sex And The City, you'll see why in future chapters, that is if I get enough reviews.