Liv in Vegas

Summary: Sara's friend comes for a visit. SGreg
Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
a/n: crossover with SVU. Actually, I only borrowed Olivia Benson and gave Sara a friend. But you should watch SVU anyway, it's pretty cool :)
a/n: unfortunately, I'm hard on Catherine here. And Grissom. Someone had to be vilified. You have been warned, ooooo

"Hey Sara, I've got a proposition for you," Sara pressed her ear into the phone, trying hard to hear Olivia over the sound of the bus next to her.

"What is it?" she yelled as quietly as she could.

"Would you mind if I came down for a week? To visit?" Olivia yelled back. Sara's heart began to pound

"That would be great, I'd love it!" the word 'excited' fell short.

"Oh good. They've kicked me out until I take a vacation. You figure Las Vegas is far enough away for them?"

"I think it's just far enough." Sara mumbled

"What?"

"I said that'd be great, I'll call you back later when I can hear."

"Sounds good, bye!"

"Bye!" Sara was beaming, just staring at her phone. Warrick came around the corner of the bus.

"Who was that?"

"A friend." She said simply. Warrick smiled,

"Didn't know you had any of those," he joked. Sara gave him a smack on the arm.

Sara made her way home that evening. She'd been giddy since Olivia had called. She hadn't seen her since the convention where they'd met, when Olivia had taken Sara dancing, cheering her up in the process. It had been so long since she'd had a good friend, and she really needed someone in her life like that. She just felt comfortable talking to Liv.

After the convention, Sara managed to hold off and not call right away. Then she started to get anxious, wondering why Olivia hadn't called her. Her doubt was erased a couple of days later when she'd realized Olivia didn't have her number, that it was Olivia who'd scribbled 'call me, I'm serious' on the back of her card. Still Sara didn't call, what would she say? There was absolutely nothing going on in her life, aside from work. Olivia really didn't need to hear about more dead people, she saw them enough in her own line of work as a cop.

Then she had a spectacularly bad shift: she'd been attacked by a perp while they were arresting him. And then she'd been stuck processing a new scene with Catherine for the next 5 hours. And then none of her evidence made any sense, all of it pointing to a dead man. To top that off, she'd managed to get a good goose egg going on her head where she'd stood up into a drawer she'd left open. Catherine wasn't the sympathetic support she'd needed at the time ("You should put some ice on that." She'd said, standing next to the fridge). At that point she gave up and left Catherine to finish up, before she said something she'd regret.

She got home and was reaching in the fridge for a beer, when something fell off the fridge door. Stooping to pick it up she saw it was Olivia's card. Shrugging, she decided 'why not?' Besides, she needed to hear a friendly voice. Ever since then, they'd spoken every couple of weeks, cheering each other up as they went. Sara smiled at the memories of their conversations as she walked into her apartment, passed the slowly accumulating bottles on the table, and went straight to bed.

Olivia was coming in three days, and Sara was only getting more excited. She hadn't seen her in six months. Her happiness was getting on Catherine's nerves, but Greg thought it was cute.

"Hey Catherine," Sara almost sung as she passed by

"Hey…Sara," but she was already gone. Catherine headed into Greg's lab.

"Sara's chipper act is getting on my nerves."

"Hey, she's in a good mood for once, let her have it."

"What's the deal anyway?"

"Some friend of hers is coming down to visit this weekend."

"Sara has friends?" Greg glared at her. Silence reigned.

"Catherine, here's your results. Looks like you got the wrong guy."

"Damnit."

Greg swung into the room.

"So, what time does her flight come in?" Sara's head snapped up, eyebrow cocked.

"Why?"

"Because any friend of Sara's has to be a hot babe." Sara was momentarily panicked by the idea that Olivia might steal Greg's heart away from her. 'No,' her brain yelled at her, 'no, Olivia wouldn't do that to you.' Right, her brain was right. 'Besides,' it continued, 'she's totally hung up on that partner of hers. The recently not-married one…'

"Yoo hooo, Earth to Sara!"

"Hi, sorry," she smiled apologetically at him, "at four."

"Then you should probably get going. It's almost three."

"Shit, thanks Greg. Could you watch my stuff?" he was already clearing it up into a box. "Thanks, I owe you one."