One Hell Of A Birthday

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Greg/Sara

Spoilers/Timeline: No spoilers. Set sometime in the not-to-distant future.

Summary: Greg has never been good at picking out gifts.

Notes: This was inspired by a real life event. This happened to a friend of mine. A guy, of course. Response to the Red challenge at shortstoryhome on LJ.

"Uhm, Sara?" Greg said, setting his fork down next to his plate and looking at the brunette across from him.

"Do you want some more?" She asked, indicating the dish she was scooping rice off of. "I can't believe you remembered that I love Mr. Cho's ," She said, smiling.

"Yeah, well, I asked Catherine. She said that's where you went all the time." Greg shrugged, not wanting Sara to think he planned her birthday dinner all by himself. Because he didn't.

"I still appreciate the thought." She said, leaning across the counter and kissing him quickly on the lips.

"Well, I'm glad." Greg said, exhaling harder then he meant to.

"What's up?" Sara asked.

"I got you another gift." Greg replied.

"Greg, I really wasn't expecting anything. It's not like we've been together long and—"

"Sara, please," The blonde scoffed. "Catherine, Wendy, and Mia all said I'd better do a hell of a job on the first birthday we celebrate together. Are you really trying to tell me that they were all wrong and you wouldn't try to give me the dirtiest jobs at the next five scenes we cover if I forgot?"

Sara looksed at Greg for a few moments before breaking into a grin. "Okay, fine. I'm excited you got me flowers and ordered dinner. But I don't need anything else. Really."

"Well, just keep thinking that." Greg said. "This gift didn't turn out the way I planned."

Sara raised an eyebrow at Greg, then nodded for him to continue.

"I thought it'd be nice if I did your laundry for you." Greg said, looking at Sara. When she said nothing, he continued. "I didn't think it could be that hard. I mean, I do laundry all the time. I figured your laundry wouldn't be any different. So I washed them, and I put them into the dryer. They were fine. And then I went to get them out of the dryer. And now they're not so fine."

"Greg, why aren't they fine?" Sara asked.

"You left a red pen in a pocket."

"It's my fault?"

"No! I just didn't look and then they looked fine going into the dryer. But there was ink all over the back. And it got on the whole load. I saw it once they were done, but I have no idea how to get it out." Greg said.

"Can I see how bad it is?"

"You're not – mad?" Greg said as he headed towards her room. "You're not going to make fun of my complete inability to do laundry?" Greg asked as he returned with a hamper full of clothing covered in red stains.

"No. This was really sweet, Greg." Sara said, walking over to survey the damage. "Oh, this is my favorite shirt!" Sara said, lifting up a shirt with a particularly large stain on the front.

"Did I mention how sorry I am?" Greg said, wrapping his arms around Sara's waist.

"You can prove it by doing the dishes." Sara said, twisting around to kiss Greg before letting go and sending him towards the kitchen.