Disclaimer: Not mine so don't sue me. I don't have any money anyway.
Spoilers: Any episodes that have already aired in the US.
A/N: the not so long awaited Sequel to Ghosts and Old Friends, so a few things in this story will make more sense if you read that first, though it could probably stand alone.
Sara Sidle walked into the break room. It was a little dark inside, but that was normal for this time. Graveyard shift was ending, and the day shift hadn't begun to arrive yet. She had been drawn by the scent of Blue Hawaiian coffee like a moth to a flame. Sara heard faint strains of Frank Sinatra as she entered.
A tall, dark figure was leaning against the wall. He was wearing something out an old gangster movie, the fedora on his head completing the look. The young man grinned at her. "So miss, you come here often?"
Sara returned his mischievous smile. She walked over to him. "I'm kind of new in town. You think you could you a girl a good time?" Sara said, leaning close to him.
He laughed, drinking in the scent he knew so well, her shampoo with a hint of lemon. "I might be able to help you out." He took her hand in his and pulled her closer. With his free hand, he turned up the radio he had left on the counter behind him.
He and Sara looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. Then, he grabbed her other hand and she found herself dancing with him to Frank Sinatra. Of course, this was Vegas. What else would they be dancing to?
They continued as Sara was pulled close to him again. She could feel the familiar warmth between them. Their faces were centimeters apart when a voice interrupted them. "Damn, Greggo, you could really give Cath a run for money." The southern accent belonged to their friend Nick Stokes.
Sara and Greg both looked up to find that Sara wasn't the only one Greg's coffee had attracted. "Hi, Nick" Greg greeted him in mild annoyance at the interruption.
"This really none of my business, but shouldn't you two try to a little less obvious in the office." Nick knew the two of them had been together for a few months now.
Greg shrugged and limped, as the little stunt he had just pulled had caused a familiar ache in his ankle. He headed over to the coffee maker, pouring three mugs of his special elixir. The Blue Hawaiian never failed to help keep you going long after your body was ready to quit, and it tasted a lot better then the mud the city provided.
"Glad to see you're back at work, G." Nick was happy that his friend was no longer stuck on desk duty. He understood how frustrating it could be.
"You just miss my coffee." Greg laughed, pleased his friend had told him that he had been missed after the Miami case. Greg had been somewhat seriously injured and trapped behind a desk while his body recovered.
Stokes had to laugh at Greg's joke and gratefully accepted the steaming mug from him. He sipped the strong, rich coffee and felt its effect as Catherine walked in.
"Oh good, you just made coffee." After hearing what dispatch had called in, she knew that they were going to need it. "There was a shooting at a high school, ten students injured, four dead. Rick and I are already on the double homicide, and Gil is teaching at
a seminar out of state." She handed Nick the assignment slip as they processed what she had just told them. The mood in the room had just taken a 180-degree turn as they hurried out to the scene.
A/N: So, what do think. This Chapter is a little short, but I will update soon. The style is a bit different from the first one, but I like to think it's an improvement, and the moment between Greg and Sara at the beginning as been buzzing around my head after rewatching "Kiss Kiss, Bye Bye." Please tell me what you think so far. I love reviews!!!