A/N: One-shots are really hard for me, but I tried anyway. I hope you enjoy it. I thought this up when I was really tired, so I don't know how good it's going to be. But review please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing CSI related.
Warnings: None
Summary: Greg goes for a drive after finding out about Sara and Grissom. One-shot.
So Far Gone
Greg closed his locker as Sara entered the room.
She smiled at him, but he didn't return the gesture. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," Greg muttered, exiting before Sara could question him further.
He got in his car and blasted some rock music as he drove. It had been a bad shift. It always was a bad shift.
'What's wrong with me?' he wondered to himself. He examined the past week. Brass woke up, that was good.
But Sara and Grissom. The secret was out. Greg felt sick just thinking about it. He'd lost her to Grissom. 'Grissom, for heaven's sake!'
He turned his stereo up, but it wouldn't drown out his thoughts.
'If you had just talked to her, said something, hinted better,' he told himself.
"What would it have done?" he asked out loud.
Nothing. It would have done nothing. 'Because you can't help who you love,' he reminded himself.
Greg leaned back in his seat at the stoplight. He didn't feel like going home and wondered where else he could go. He wasn't much into casinos and didn't feel like drinking, so no bars.
'Just drive,' he told himself.
So he drove for hours, with no specific destination.
'I lost her to Grissom!' he screamed in his head for the 100th time.
Greg stopped at a gas station and went in to grab a soda or a coffee. Something to keep him awake.
As he glanced at the sodas, someone walked in. Greg moved his gaze to see who it was- it was just habit to do that for him.
His heart nearly seized up. It was Sara. She was looking at the magazine rack.
'Just get a soda and get out,' Greg thought. 'If she sees you, just say "hi" and be done with it.'
He approached the counter to pay at the same time as Sara. There were 2 people in front of them. 'Figures.'
"Oh, hey Greg," Sara said brightly.
"Hey," Greg replied, with not so much enthusiasm.
"You look exhausted. Have you had any sleep?"
"Not yet," he replied, trying to keep the answers short and simple.
"Well, you should. You know it would be bad if you aren't alert for work."
"Yeah, I know," Greg said dismissively.
Sara's eyebrows bunched up with concern. "Are you alright?"
"Fine."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm great."
Finally, Sara paid.
As she stepped away, she asked Greg, "Are you sure you're okay?"
Greg grunted in reply, handing money to the cashier, who took- in Greg's opinion- too much time to count out the change.
He tapped his foot in impatience. Sara was still standing there. He wished she would leave. If she didn't, he might do or say something he'd regret.
Sara waited for him to finish paying and when he did, she walked to his car with him.
"See ya later," Greg said, trying to shake her.
"Wait, Greg," she said, stopping him. "We need to talk. You don't like that I'm with Grissom, do you?"
"What's there to talk about?" Greg replied, opening his car door. "You're with him. Nothing anyone can do."
"Greg! Just tell me what's wrong!"
He looked her right in the eye, and then kissed her right on the lips.
He pulled away and she looked stunned.
Greg didn't wait for her to say anything. She didn't need to. He knew she loved him at least a bit. It had been obvious.
So he got in his car and drove away. That was all the closure he needed.
And the road stretched ahead of him, showing him how far he had gone.