Here's a new story for you dolls… I will update the old ones soon I promise

Probably not for GSR fans…

So, I went to the town fair last night and I got this whole Grease feeling… lol!

Enjoy :

"Uncle Greg!" the two little three and a half years old twins went running towards Greg.

"Hey Brent, Hey Brooke," he picked up the two children and gave them a large hug, ignoring the slight sting to his heart that always resulted from the children's words. Except for one being a boy and one being a girl, they looked exactly alike; dark brown hair, slightly curly like their mother, same nose as their mother, same smile as their mother, but, unlike their mother, they both had beautiful hazel eyes.

"Will you play with us, Uncle Greg?" Brooke asked.

"Ok course, sweetheart," he said running a hand through her hair.

"Yeah!" they both cheered happily as they skipped happily behind Greg to the break room.

"I brung a puzzle," Brent said happily, grabbing a small, five piece puzzle from his backpack.

"Okay, come on let's fix it," Greg responded, chuckling as he saw that the picture was of a simple fingerprint. "Did your momma get this for you?"

"Yup, but I picked it out. I wanna be a 'vestigator like you and momma," he smiled brightly as he took the puzzle back and dumped it on the floor.

"Me too!" Brook squealed happily.

"Like me and momma?" Greg repeated with a smile.

"Yeah, 'cause I don't never see daddy but I see you all the time," he said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. Greg almost laughed, but he once again felt the familiar stab of pain in his heart.

"Hey look, here comes your momma now," Greg nodded towards the brunette walking towards the door of the break room.

"Hi, Momma," they said simultaneously as the stepped into the room.

"Hi, Sara," Greg greeted after them.

"Brenton, Brooklyn, are you keeping Greg from his work," she asked as she squatted down in front of where they were sitting on the floor.

"Nah, they're fine, Sar, I have nothing better to do right now. I'm actually supposed to be off tonight," he looked away from her as he said the last sentence.

"Then why are you here?" she interrogated.

"Just gotta think," he replied.

"About?" she continued to pry.

He shot his eyes at the two small children who, at this point, he crawled onto the couch and were almost out. She understood what he meant and shot him a 'we'll talk about this later look.' He responded by giving her a look the said 'you say that every time.'

Sara sighed and stood up, "I'm off tonight, too. Just came to see, Grissom for a couple minutes. I barely see him anymore."

"Yeah, Brent mentioned that," Greg sighed as he remembered the early conversation.

"I really am sorry, Greg," she looked down at him sadly.

"No, you're not," she looked at him surprised and he stood up and continued, "If you were, this would have ended years ago. My children would be my children. You're not sorry, because if you were, you would take three seconds to think about how this makes me feel. Yeah, I act along with you charade but only for the sake of those two kids that are lying asleep on the couch." After he had said that, he grabbed his coat and headed for the door and opened it, finishing, "I'm going home. I am sure you know where that is."

Sara sighed sinking into the couch between her two sleeping children. The day that started this life of lies she was living popped into her head.

-----Slightly north of 4 years ago-----

"Uhg, I get so tired of this, Grissom! What is with you never being home? I would actually like to spend a dinner with my boyfriend believe it or not," Sara growled angrily into the phone. After hearing his lame excuse, she ended the call saying, "Well, then maybe your not! Don't expect me here 'later' when you get home."

She grabbed her keys and jumped into her car, driving to the one place she knew someone would be home. Pulling up in front of Greg's apartment, she turned off the car and ran to the door.

She surprised him she knew by the fact the he wore a surprised look on his face. She didn't explain, she just pushed herself into his house and sat down on his couch with her face down cast.

"You okay?" he asked the expected question. She shook her head no and he continued, "Wanna talk about it?"

She sighed heavily; "He just doesn't get it!" she yelled and knew that Greg knew she was talking about Grissom.

Then, it just happened. One second Greg was saying something comforting and the next they were in his bed with him on top. He rolled off not looking at her and she looked into his eyes, seeing so many mixed emotions it made his head spin. She kissed his shoulder blade and he buried his head in her hair.

-----End of past flash-----

Greg lay back on his couch, remembering that same day. They stayed together, but not as a couple. More of just a way to relieve stress is how he saw it when he looked back.

As fate would have it for Greg, two weeks and two days later, Grissom pops up out of no where and proposes. Another two weeks and two days later, Sara shows up at his front door with news that would change his life forever. He never thought he would like the number two again, but now, he loves the number two. For, to him, the best things in his life came in twos.

-----Still north of 4 years ago-----

Greg let out a content sigh as he walked into his kitchen and pulled out a coke. It's been two weeks and two days since Sara had come to him. Right now, he couldn't be happier. Oh, but things were soon going to change.

He heard a light knock on the door and sat his coke on the counter and walked to the door, pretty sure he knew who it was. When he opened the door, he saw he was right but, she wasn't wearing her normal smile she would when she he opened the door. Instead, she wore a sad look and tears her eyes.

Greg cocked his head to the side, "What's wrong?"

"I… I..." she started but stopped and held up her left hand. Greg closed his eyes and before he knew it he had shut the door in her face.

The next day, neither said a word to each other. They avoided each other at pretty much all costs, including leaving conversations in the middle of sentences.

Two more weeks past and Greg walked into his kitchen and grabbed a coke. When a knock on the door interrupted him, he laid his coke on the counter and started towards the door with a weird sense of déjà vu. The feeling heightened as he opened the door to find Sara with tears in her eyes.

He rubbed a hand over his face and moved to the side allowing her to come in. She walked in slowly and sat on the couch, staring ahead blankly.

"You okay?" he asked with feeling the thrust into the past once again and she shook her head no, "Wanna talk about it?"

She didn't sigh and yell this time; she just closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm pregnant."

He stared at he blankly, "Like with a child."

She laughed despite her current situation, "That's usually how it works."

He sighed and sat down beside her, "Grissom know?"

"Not yet," she replied.

"Why?" he questioned.

She shrugged, "I thought the father should know first."

For the first time in his life, Greg was at a loss for words. It took him a couple minutes to gather enough words to form a sentence, or a semi-sentence, "You sure?"

"99.9 percent," she bit her lip expected him to ask about the .1 but she knew he knew the chances as well as he did.

"You don't want him to know," it was a statement.

"Please, can't he just believe it's his," she pleaded.

"And me?" Greg asked.

Sara sighed and looked at him pleadingly.

"Fine, I pick the name and you bring him or her over when ever I want," he said.

"Deal and if there's anything else," she agreed.

"No, I think I'm good," he said and gently kissed her forehead without thinking.

She smiled and met his lips, liking the feel of them against hers again. Had Greg not been him, they would have ended up back in his bed. But, he was and he wasn't going to do anything of the sort while she was pregnant.

Reality wouldn't set in again until the next day when they were back at work. When he had to remember she was engaged. But, at certain times reality didn't matter.

-----End of Past Flash-----

Greg wasn't happy about it for say. He didn't like cheating and lying. Every week, he saw what affairs did to people but neither of them could convince themselves that it was, in fact, wrong.

He had thought up the names before the end of the night. If it was boy, he would be names Brenton James and if it was a girl, she would be Brooklyn Marie-Ann. He hadn't said a word about the last names. He didn't get a say in it, even as much as he would like to have.

He lifted his head and as the familiar soft knock came from the front of the apartment. He got up and answered, almost falling back as two three years olds jumped from their mother's arms to his.

"Hey, Kiddos," he greeted them.

"Hey, Uncle Greggo," they replied at the same time.

"Hey, Sara," he greeted with half a smile.

"Hey, Greg," she replied and stepped into the apartment.

Just so you know, I don't condone cheating in any way, shape, form, or fashion, which is the only reason I am a little skeptical about this story…

Review to tell me what you think please…