Here's the intro to a new (to FFN) fic. This is set sometime in the latter part of 5th season. Think between Sherlock and Grave Danger. They still aren't mine, dagnabitall.
Sara Sidle was sick to death of WAITING. Besides, the ticking really was just too loud to ignore. What she'd seen at the mall two weeks before had turned up the volume, and now she couldn't pretend any more. She needed to decide, because pretty soon no decision was going to equal an outcome she might not want. She sighed and opened the telephone book before her. At times like these a woman needed professional help.
SIX WEEKS LATER
"What's wrong, Sara?"
Small creases formed at the corners of Greg's eyes as he regarded her with concern. She studied him for a moment, weighing her options. She WANTED to tell him. After all, this was HUGE, he was her friend, and she had no one else to tell. She sighed. "Nothing's WRONG."
He didn't reply, just raised his eyebrows and waited, so after a few moments she continued. "Just nervous, I guess."
"Nervous? What are you nervous about?"
And that was the string that would unravel all of it - her entire secret, the one that wasn't going to stay secret for long no matter what she did. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "In the morning I make the biggest decision of my entire life..."