A/N: My first ever, ever, ever FanFic - it's your typical Sandle really, not sure where I want to go with it. I've left when this is set relatively ambiguous... Please be kind! Took a lot of courage for me to upload this. Thanks to DearSweetPapercut for being utterly lovely and making me feel a little better about posting :)
ALSO - i do not own CSI or any of it's characters etc etc, same goes for any and all chapters I write for this particular fic. Thanking you :)
He leaned up against his car, mulling things over, thinking about what his next move should be. His brow was furrowed, deep in thought. A warm Nevada breeze rolled over him, causing him to awaken from his thoughts, dragging him away with a jolt from his thoughts of Sara. He blinked and took a look around him to observe his surroundings. He was stood in the car park of his work place; people were coming and going, but never hanging around like he did. He didn't even know what he was waiting for, just waiting, and hoping.
He heard the nearby doors swing open then shut, catching his attention. He looked over and his heart skipped a beat as he saw her, striding towards her car, sunglasses in place, fiddling with her phone whilst fumbling for her car keys. He enjoyed the fact that, just for a second, he could observe her like this without her having any idea. Before he knew it, his legs were moving against his will and he was borderline running towards her.
"Sara!" he shouted to her, he felt a tightening in his stomach as he considered what he must look like, running towards her right now, the last thing he wanted to look like was a love sick teenager desperately seeking attention. Her response was more than enough to settle his nerves.
"Hey," she said, with her signature gap-tooth smile, "What are you doing out here?"
"I was waiting for you," throwing a boyish smirk her way, "Thought you might want to catch breakfast?"
"Umm..." he watched her face in anticipation; "yeah, alright, why not?" she grinned back at him.
He nodded in recognition and a short silence filled the space between them for a few short moments, "So... where d'you wanna go?"
A couple of hours later, he found himself sitting across from her in their local diner having just finished breakfast. He leaned right back into his chair and shut his eyes, out-stretching his arms. His long shift had taken it out of him, and he could feel his eyes straining in the sun as he relaxed and opened his eyes again. Sara had propped her feet up on the chair next to him, and was running her hands through her hair. He watched her movements, forgetting that he was no longer just observing her; he was there in front of her quite blatantly watching her. She caught his eyes and flashed a smirk.
"What?" She said, suspiciously wondering why he was watching her.
He came back down to earth for a brief moment to avert his eyes from her gaze, rapidly searching for something else to look at, spending longer that he should looking down at his hands and out of the window, but he couldn't find anything quite as nice to observe. His eyes inevitably fell back in line with hers, her lips still smirking as he fished for excuses.
He grinned for a short second, before shaking his head, shaking off what he nearly said. She raised an eyebrow inquisitively at him, before turning her attention to her coffee, tracing her finger around the rim mindlessly. His heart sank ever so slightly as her attentions were reassigned to other things.
"So," he said, a little too soon as he hadn't quite figured out what to say to re-spark conversations, "you up to much later?" He narrowly avoided an awkward pause.
She looked up from her coffee "Well, it's my first night off tonight in what feels like forever. I should probably make the most of it, but I'll probably end up staying in watching a couple of bad movies."
"Wow, you lead an exciting life Sara Jane, a night off from death and you're going to spend it with bad movies? For shame..."
She nudged him playfully with her foot, still propped up beside him; she could see where he was coming from, "Well, Mr Sanders, I'm sorry that I'm not quite up to your exciting standards, but sometimes it's nice to just... not do very much for once." Her tired eyes fell back to her coffee.
Greg cocked his head slightly at her, his eyes projected his worry at the thought of ever so slightly offending her, "Hey, I'm not passing judgment here, I'm just saying you ought to make the most of it, you never know when you'll get another one, you know how it's been at the lab recently..." He paused. He had a night off tonight too, his mind battled with whether he should say what he was thinking. She spoke up before he had chance to decided.
"I noticed you're not down for tonight either, so what are your exciting plans?" she said with a smirk creeping over her face.
"You know me, Sar, it's just nonstop tonight, party here, party there, we're in Vegas baby! What isn't there to do?" Everything, he knew his night was destined to go the same way as hers, unless...
"You are a terrible liar, Sanders," she raised an eyebrow, "admit it, you're night is going to be just as boring as mine and you know it" she could read him like a book, and he knew it. Triumphantly, she finished off her coffee, and removed her feet from the chair opposite her.
"Ok, fine, you got me," He said, ruffling up his hair and staring down, like a child who just got caught out, "let's do something then, together, it would beat a boring night in alone," he looked up and caught her eyes for a split second, "right?".
She contemplated this for a moment and took a deep breath, she removed her gaze from the floor and placed her eyes on his, "that depends, what exactly do you have in mind that could possibly be better than a few glasses of wine and a bad movie?"
Before he could think about what he was saying; "a few glasses of wine, a bad movie and me?" he shot her a boyish, infectious grin. She resisted returning it, but she felt the corner of her mouth twitching, "or I could wine and dine you? Take you out for a wild night on the town...?"
"Or maybe just bring a good movie? As opposed to a bad one?" Sara raised an eyebrow.
"Not into a wild night out then? Well, you will live to regret it, but you can't say I didn't tempt you, you haven't lived until you've had a night out with Sanders" He smirked into the dregs of his coffee before finishing it off completely.
She let out a small laugh, "A night out with Sanders? I didn't know they were so famous, what have I been missing out on all these years?"
He smiled at her before rubbing the back of his neck with the palm of his hand, "not really a great deal..." he admitted, since becoming a CSI, he hadn't really had the time to put himself back out there, and Vegas had moved on without him.
Sara looked at him; he could feel her eyes burn into him as he looked up at her, a little defeated.
"A bad, no, good, movie and a bottle of wine it is then," his heart twinged slightly as she watched his espresso eyes light up. She got herself up and walked away, looking back over her shoulder for a short moment and flashing him an almost flirty smile. He watched her leave, longingly, unable to remove the grin plastered across his face.