AN Yes it's yet another challenge and yes I'm STILL not back to work on my trilogy...nobody is as impatient as I am...I'm hoping for that plot bunny to jump around in my brain soon...in the meanwhile...I hope you enjoy...This started off as a one off...and turned into a three chapter deal...who knew? lol
Nightmare or Fantasy?
(c) 2005 Dream
"Hey Sara you coming?" Nick poked his head into one of the evidence rooms.
She looked up from what she was doing and regarded him quizzically, "Coming? Where?"
"We're all going out for a drink after work, to celebrate being back together again." Nick explained, "Didn't Warrick tell you?"
Smiling she nodded, "So that's what that meant! I just passed him in the hall and all he said was, 'drinks later, don't be late'. I had no idea what he was talking about."
"You have to read through the coolness that is Warrick and understand." Nick said with a laugh, "So, you gonnna be there?"
She shrugged and went back to her evidence, "Yeah sure why not."
"Sweet." He smacked the door as he backed out of the room, "Oh and tell Greg would you?"
"Sure," She agreed without looking up.
Sara didn't see Greg till later on that shift. He was just pulling one of his arms out of the coveralls from the garage. Coming up behind him she pulled his free arm up behind his back and spoke into his ear. "You processed the car without me."
He had tensed for a moment before he knew who it was, smiling he relaxed and leaned back so he could look at her out of the corner of his eye, "You interrogated the last suspect without me, so we're even."
She let go of his arm with a sigh, "Touché I guess. Hey did Nick tell you about drinks tonight?"
"I've been staring up the ass of a car for the last four hours." He said in response.
"I'll take that as a no." She said with a smile as she leaned up against the lockers behind him and watched him tie up the arms of his coveralls around his waist and fish around in his locker.
Turning around he leaned against the locker a bottle of shampoo in his hand, "You really need to arrive at some sort of point there Sidle." He pointed the shampoo at her, "I have some severe cleaning to do and you're impeding that."
Holding up her hands she laughed and pushed herself away from the lockers, "Far be it for me to impede your cleanliness."
He sighed but was still smiling, "Just tell me about Nick and drinks and then get out of here."
"He just said we're all meeting after shift tonight for them. Celebrate the return of the team and all that."
Greg nodded, "Same place as always?"
"Do we ever change?"
"Not usually no."
"See you there."
"Of course." He winked, "But I think I'll shower first."
"You do that," Sara walked out of the locker room, "Oh and Greg?"
His voice was muffled by his head in the locker, "Yeah?"
"Use strong soap I can smell you from here." She laughed and bolted out of the room before she got hit by the face cloth he chucked at her.
Sara wouldn't admit it, even to herself, but Greg was probably one of her best friends. Ever since the explosion in the lab the two of them had carried a special bond that neither of them understood or tried to explain. Now that Greg was in the field they spent a lot more time together and Sara realized that he really seemed to understand her and much to her chagrin she really understood him too. Of course she wouldn't remotely admit that there ever would be romantic feelings for him, but reluctantly in the back of her mind she registered him at the very least a close friend.
Since her almost arrest for drunk driving awhile back Sara wasn't taking any chances so she volunteered to be DD. Greg was the last person she dropped off, "Thanks Sar." He leaned down on the passenger door of her car and smiled, "You ever think that Warrick got married too quickly?" He asked out of nowhere.
She smiled at him, "You're drunk Sanders."
"I was just thinkin' ya know." He waved away her remark and kept rambling, "After Nick's whole 'experience' it made me think that we shouldn't take what we have for granted and time isn't endless."
"Thank you Socrates, now go to bed." She put the car in gear and threatened to back up.
"Fine, fine don't listen to me." Greg said with a laugh, "Just promise me you won't let life pass you by and miss something important."
"Yeah sure Greg whatever, now can you shut my door please."
"Sweet dreams Sidle."
"Good night Greg."
She was shaking her head all the way home. It was funny what some people would say after a few drinks.
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Sara had a favorite pen and she couldn't for the life of her remember where she could have dropped it. She had just returned to the room she was working in when she figured it had probably fallen out of her pocket when she had grabbed Greg. She headed back to the locker room shaking her head, "I'm such an idiot."
Entering the room she saw the pen on the floor and picked it up, she was just turning to leave when she heard singing. She followed the sound to the showers located at the back of the locker room. She didn't realize he'd seen her till it was too late.
"You do realize you're required to join in me now that you've heard me sing." Greg poked his head around the curtain blocking the stall he was in.
Sara surprised herself by replying calmly, "I've already had a shower with you."
"Doesn't count, HazMat workers ruin the mood." He pulled the curtain a little further around him, "If you aren't here in one minute I'm coming out there to get you."
She shrugged and started unbuttoning her blouse, "All right but don't look."
He laughed and let the curtain fall back, "That's a highly ironic statement Sara."
She didn't say anything till she had removed all of her clothes and pushed the curtain aside. His back was to her so she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the same position she'd had him in earlier. She whispered into his ear, "Do you really wanna discuss this now?"
He was quicker this time and spun her around till he had both her hands pinned up against the wall behind her, "Discuss what?" He said against her mouth before kissing her long and deep.
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Her heart was beating a mile a minute. In fact she was sure that it was this beating that woke her up. Sitting up in bed she had to actually look and make sure he wasn't with her.
"What the hell?" She asked the air as she slowly lay her head back on the pillow. It had been so vivid she could almost remember what his hands had felt like on her skin. "This is ridiculous." She shook her head and tried to remove the remnants of her dream from her subconscious as she went back to sleep. "It doesn't mean anything." She whispered to herself, "It can't."