Disclaimer: CSI isn't mine. Sara isn't mine. And Greg isn't mine...yet. (evil laughter)
Summary: "I flat-out refuse to cross this street unless someone holds my hand!" Greg declared, giving Sara a childish pout.
Author's Note: Even though I'm not a Sara/Greg shipper, I just HAD to write this. Couldn't think of another couple that it would work better with. Anyways, make sure to review the story or I might just have to go and cry in a corner! And you wouldn't want that, would you? Would you?
Sara sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. She and Greg were on a case together, and so far, every single lead had turned cold. She was in a bad mood, and Greg wasn't helping by standing there looking happy.
"What are you smiling about?" she snapped, glaring at him.
Greg shrugged and grinned. "Oh, nothing. It's just fun to watch the smoke curl out of your ears when you're mad."
Sara closed her eyes and counted to three in her head. "Don't make me strangle you, Greg."
She heard him laugh. "Man! You're more stressed than I thought! Why don't we go to that little café near here? You look like you need something stronger than that crappy break-room coffee."
Opening her eyes, Sara gave him an indignant look. "Hey, I was the one who made that coffee!"
"My point exactly. If you're so tired you can't even measure out the coffee grounds correctly, you deserve something nicer."
Sara opened her mouth to argue, but then thought better of it. Once Greg decided he wanted to do something, he bugged you until you agreed. "I guess you're right."
Greg smiled that annoyingly cute smile. "Of course I am. C'mon, let's go. My treat."
The two toldtheir bossthey were taking a coffee break and then headed out of the lab.
Once outside, Greg and Sara stood at the cross walk, waiting for the WALK sign to turn green.
When the last car rolled by, and the light changed, Sara started to hurry across to the coffee shop, but stopped when she noticed Greg hadn't budged.
"The light is green now, Greg." Sara said as if she were talking to a very small child. "That means it's safe to go across now. Didn't your mom teach you that?"
"Yep, and she also taught me to always hold someone's hand when you use the cross walk." Greg countered, watching Sara roll her eyes.
"Jesus, Greg! The light's about to change!" Sara tried to push him forward, but it was impossible.
"I flat-out refuse to cross this street unless someone holds my hand!" he declared, giving her a childish pout.
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Sara cried, grabbing his hand. "Can we go now?"
Greg laughed and nodded, and the two of the, dashed to the other side a split second before the cars began rumbling down the road again.
"What was that all about? Trying to make me angrier?" Sara half-joked.
"Ya never know." Greg replied quietly, looking her straight in the eyes and giving her hand a squeeze. "Maybe I just wanted to hold your hand."
AN: Awwww! Greggy likes Sara! Heeheehee!