Okay I am super, super sorry for taking so long on writing this but I have been trying to pack and get our house ready to sell before we go into foreclosure and that along with work is driving me nuts. However, writing is what keeps me sane and I'm trying to write as much as possible, even coming up with a few new ideas. So I guess what I'm saying is, DON'T GIVE UP ON ME. No matter how busy I get I try and write, it just takes me a while to post, so just stick with me and all your Sandle dreams will come true.

Up and Downs 1/?

Rating: possible R

Disclaimer: I only own the kids and Susan…so far.

Summary: Nick and Susan's relationship continues to flourish, catching a snag once in a while. While Greg and Sara's relationship dissolves even more. What will happen? Will love resume? Read and find out.

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Roaming the grounds on Stokes Estate, Greg couldn't help but kick the dirt under his feet. It had been two weeks since the 'almost' wedding and his depression still hadn't waned. He had had the perfect life…for him. Two beautiful children and a gorgeous fiancée. But that was shattered the minute Hank Pettigrew stepped into that small church announcing that those two beautiful children were his.

"Mr. Sanders."

His thoughts were interrupted as Elaine Stokes came up to him. "Yeah."

"Would you like something to eat? I can get Greta to make you something."

"No thank you." He politely interrupted, shaking his head. "I'm fine."

"Alright, I'll be inside if you need anything."

"Okay…thanks." Greg let out a little smile, watching as Elaine made her way back to the house. "I'm fine."

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"Nick, please!" Sara pleaded, following him into the break room, for what felt like the billionth time.

Shaking his head, Nick turned on her. "Sara…for the thousandth time, I have no idea where he is."

"You were the last one to see him, you have to know." She adamantly replied, stepping in front of him as he tried to turn away.

"Even if I did know, I would never tell you." Nick growled, before turning to the coffee pot and pouring a cup.

Shaking her head solemnly, she stuttered. "I thought…I thought we were friends?"

"We were." He hissed, turning back to her, his tone portraying his hatred of her and her actions. "But that changed the minute you broke my friends heart."

"How can you say that?"

"Because I wasn't the one slutting myself to my ex, while the man that actually cared for me stood on the sidelines, waiting for the pity fuck you were finally ready to give him."

Sara's hand came so hard and fast across his cheek that neither realized what happened, till a crimson handprint rested against his fair skin. "How dare you."

"Hey, hey, hey." Grissom, seeing the whole interaction, stepped in the room, breaking them up. "Enough." Shaking his head, he sighed. "Jeez…am I gonna have to switch one of you to day or swing shift?"

"Switch me." Nick growled, backing out of the door. "If I never have to work with this bitch again I'll be happy."

"God!" Sara screamed, sliding to the floor in shame. "I never meant to do it. I mean I had two drinks, maybe three and then I woke up in his bed…"

"You were drinking?" He asked, his eyes raised in confusion, as he watched her nod, 'yes' to his question. "…but I thought you stopped?"

"Griss…" She started lightly, a soft chuckle at her lips. "…no alcoholic every truly quits drinking."

"Okay." He sighed, sad to think that she had given up her sobriety so easily. "So, what happened?"

"I…I don't know." Swallowing quickly, she closed her eyes, stuttering. "I umm…I think he might have raped me."

TBC….R&R, if you want more…