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Summary: Greg annoys her. More or less. Sara POV. SaraGreg.

A/N: Okay, I hope this isn't too confusing. It's all written in Sara's POV and really only her POV, means her thoughts, but no actual dialogue.

Thanks to Emmithar for the beta!

What Can I Say

He's annoying.

Okay, maybe not all the time. But definitely most of the time.

Okay, he used to be more annoying when he was a lab rat.

But back then I only had to endure him for the time span I needed to enter the DNA lab, retrieve the results I wanted – if possible without wanting to hit Greg on the head – and walk out again.

As opposed to nowadays, when I often have him around me all the time.

Right now he's looking down this muddy slope as if to determine who of us has to go down there. And that only because the evidence isn't conveniently lying on the street but had to slide down there.

I'm wet enough. The rain jackets of the lab aren't what they used to be anymore either. I don't care if Ecklie has to save costs but he could at least make sure that his investigators are equipped properly -

I can't believe Greg interrupts me here.

You decided that I'll go down there?

That's so not your decision, you know. I'm the one in charge here.

And no, I'm not especially grumpy tonight.

Okay, it seems I have to take that into my own hands.

Definitely dark down there.

One step, carefully.

Another step, stay calm, Sidle.

It's probably good that I don't see how deep it goes down.

Another step.

Darn.

This mud is at the least irritating.

Why me? Why did I have to land in it face first? Considering my position when I slipped, I should have –

And it's Greg again.

Did you come down voluntarily?

You didn't want to leave me all alone down here?

How gentlemanlike of you.

You didn't even land face first in the mud.

Even you hair is still alright?

I see that.

I can change that easily though… some mud…

Wow, you've never been away from me that fast.

Now you're laughing.

You'll have to take a shower anyway and then all your hair styling will be gone anyway.

You can shower around it?

Great.

As we're sitting so nicely down here… where's the evidence by the way?

GREG!

You're sitting on it?

Get up, Sanders, get up.

Don't you dare sitting on the evidence.

There it is. Doesn't even look too smashed.

Gosh, I didn't think Greg could run up this slope that fast.

We'll meet again anyway. You can't run that far, Greggo.

Well, that shower was definitely needed.

And there is Greg.

He's obviously given up that stupid idea of showering around his hair. It's still dripping wet.

You look like a lost puppy that got caught in a rain shower.

That offended you?

Yeah, I am laughing at you.

You're going to sulk now?

I so don't care.

Really not.

You'll crawl into my bed again anyway.

It's your bed?

Whatever.

You can show me the receipt from when you bought it?

I don't understand why you're grinning like that.

You kept the receipt because you know me? Ah.

You knew we'd have this discussion?

Great that you don't have other problems.

And you know something else? Well, it's fantastic that your knowledge isn't limited to the property of beds after all.

I love you?

Again this grin.

What can I say?

You might even be right there.

The End