I love Greg, and he really doesn't get enough fluff. I know we all want to see his darker side, but he's so much fun to play with. Enjoy! R&R!
Yearn
Sara sat in the break room puzzling over a crossword. The shift had just ended and she was determined to figure out a four-letter word for "yearn" before she went home. The shift had gone reasonably well; Grissom had let her go solo on a tough homicide and after wearing herself to the bone, she had finally determined the killer. It was one of those days when she was feeling proud of herself, and the office seemed more appealing than her empty apartment.
Still contemplating the four-letter word, Sara didn't notice Greg leaning on the door jamb.
"You know," he said, startling her out of her reverie, "You're the only person I know that can look beautiful even when she looks like shit." He raised his eyebrows at her and made his way toward the coffee maker.
Sara rolled her eyes. "I'll take that as a compliment," she said with a small smile, her eyes following his brightly coloured back as he maneuvered around the table.
"That's how it was meant," Greg replied, starting up the coffee machine. "Want some coffee? My special blend..."
"And what have I done to have this honour bestowed upon me?" Sara asked, letting her eyes rest on Greg's lips as they curved upward into his signature grin.
"You," he began, "are the only CSI that has not threatened me with bodily harm this shift. Therefore, you get a treat."
Sara smiled and focused on her crossword puzzle. If she could only get this last word! Lost in thought, she didn't notice Greg come up behind her. He leaned over her shoulder to put her cup on the table and lingered there a second, trying to see what had her so puzzled. A mischievous smile played across his features and he leaned in closer, his mouth mere millimeters from her ear. She could feel his breath on her throat, but she didn't move away.
"Lust," he said, the words barely audible, more felt than heard.
An involuntary jolt of electricity ran down Sara's spine at the word. "What?" she said, not quite understanding why Greg was whispering in her ear, or why it had such an effect on her.
Greg didn't move from where he was. "Four-letter word for yearn." He whispered, letting his lips ever so slightly brush against her earlobe. Sara turned her head to face him, frozen to the spot, her face so close to his.
Greg winked at her and, satisfied with the blush that had rapidly rushed to Sara's cheeks, left the room leaving a stunned and confused Sara staring after him, her pencil poised and motionless in her hand.
End
That's it! I might continue if you, the people, feel that I should. Review please!