Summary: Sara wants someone to brighten her day. One-shot GregSara.
A/N: I was inspired to write this when I went for a milkshake a nearby ice cream shop. Woot. Yay for linking everything I do to something CSI!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or the characters or anything else, just the story
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Little Coffee Shop
The little coffee shop was quiet. None of what was happening out on the busy Vegas street could be heard inside. Sara took a sip of her coffee, sitting at the back booth. She was alone.
The bell above the door tinkled and a gust of cold air rushed in as a young couple made their way inside. She watched them; they were holding hands and laughing. They sat down at a nearby booth and kissed across the table, two college kids deeply in love. Sara wished she could have a life like that.
She hadn't had the best day. Traffic on the Strip made her late for work. One of the toughest cases the LVMPD Crime Lab had had in a while was at a standstill. To top it all off, she had a pounding headache. So much had gone on in the last week. If only she had someone to brighten her day...
The bell went off again, but she didn't bother to look to see who it was. It was probably just another happy couple coming to kiss over coffee.
Someone sat down in the booth across from her. Greg hailed the waitress as she walked by. "Chocolate shake, please." The blonde nodded and walked off. "Didn't expect to see you here," he said.
Sara found the lab tech grinning at her, that goofy grin that always seemed to make her smile even on the worst of days. His eyes were bright, sparkling with...she couldn't tell. Excitement? Or was it just Greg being Greg?
She couldn't help it, and she smiled slightly. "I always come here for coffee."
"I happen to be a big fan of their shakes," he replied as the waitress sat it down in front of him. Sara went back to staring into her coffee mug. Silence hung between them. "What's going on Sara?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice. He had noticed how withdrawn she'd been at work the last couple of days. When she didn't respond, he asked again. "I know it's more than this case that's got you down. Can't you just tell me what's wrong?" The CSI stayed quiet.
Greg reached across the table and took Sara's hand in his. He held her hand for a few moments, gently. His touch was warm. "It's okay, Sara." He stood, found his wallet and tossed enough money on the table to cover them both. Then he was gone. Sara looked up and saw Greg disappear out the door. She sighed and swirled her coffee with a spoon. She was alone again, like always. It doesn't have to be this way.
Sara found herself running after him.