Sara Sidle was not used to being chased. When she was in high school, she was the one chasing after all of the boys who never returned an ounce of her affection. Until Greg. Now a thirty five year old woman, she was being wanted by the young man working in DNA. His nonstop flirting with her was very flattering, so she finally accepted his dinner invitation. Their first date was standard-- dinner at a time they both had off and he had sex with her that night. She didn't mean to fall for him, but with each touch, she fell a little more. When he became a CSI, things got better. Stolen kisses whenever Grissom would look down at a case file and being able to be together constantly because everyone thought they were only best friends and not lovers. Then there was Grissom. He was still catching Sara's eye and smiling, but she would just kiss Greg instead. Payback is a bitch. She had to defend herself to Greg a lot, convincing him that the relationship wasn't about the man fifteen years her senior. She hated that everyone knew her "relationship" with Grissom, because he had his chance. Chances. She couldn't chase forever and when Greg entered her life, she finally, finally, stopped.
Four years of flirting paid off for Greg. He loved her so much. At night, when she'd lie in his arms, he'd think about the future. If he'd propose. If she'd become emotionally detached someday and just quit on him. He hoped and prayed to God they'd be together forever, because he didn't know what he'd do without her. He woke to her scent and fell asleep to the beating of her heart every night. He just wished that they worked at a job where they didn't have to hide their relationship. He knew that two people of the same shift weren't allowed to date each other, but they didn't care because it felt good. It felt right. Sara brought up a theory where they could fix that dilemma. Get married and transfer. She told him about a lab in Washington DC that had been dying to have her when she had been dying to get away from Grissom. She could call and find out if they still wanted her plus one. He didn't know. He didn't want to marry her for a job. He wanted to marry her because they were completely committed to each other for the rest of their lives. An occupation shouldn't determine that. At first, he said no. He had history in Las Vegas. He'd grown up there and even though his family left upon his high school graduation, his family was from there. His no eventually turned into a yes when he proposed. It was their year and a half anniversary, which was very early for his morals, but it felt right. He was prepared to mature a little and settle down with her. They were married on their two year anniversary and his parents paid for the wedding because hers couldn't. They planned a small wedding during the day consisting of the night and swing shifts, his family, and her older brother Andrew walked her down the aisle. They recited their vows, cut the cake, and partied at their apartment.
Not too long after, they put in their letters of resignation. When they cleaned out their lockers, Nick choked back tears at the pictures she took out. Nick and Sara had pictures at the Wynn every year. The first time was after a show and the second was when they went out gambling and drinking. He didn't want to let her go and he couldn't imagine how Grissom felt. He hadn't taken the marriage very well because he was still very much in love with her and for once she didn't care. She spent seven years of her life trying to get his attention and for what? Humiliation? Loneliness? He's "glad" she found her love, but she's glad she can say she's in love and not with him.
Their going away party was nice-- Catherine, Warrick, and Nick all were at Grissom's townhouse for the day and they all drank, mostly Nick. Nick wrote Greg a letter, but he wasn't allowed to read it until they took off got the east coast. Greg promised. Nick kissed Sara on the cheek and told her to write and that when the time comes, tell their kids all about Uncle Nick. They smiled, laughed, and promised. At 6pm, the couple left. Sara had to pry Nick off of her husband and he left for the car. Grissom glanced at Sara right before she left. He did a quick up and down of her with his eyes and smiled softly. Her ring glistened and he turned aside. He gave her a short hug and said Goodbye. He'll miss her. Come visit. They're always welcome. She dabbed her eyes and nodded as Greg honked the horn from the driveway, to which she turned and left. Their plane left McCarren at 1225am to land in Philadelphia at 743 with a connecting flight to the nation's capital eight hours later. They had a few hours to kill in the city, so they went to Liberty Hall and got Phili Cheese Steaks at a hotel Will Smith was staying at. Sara rode the elevator with Jada Pinkett while she was running around trying to find out which floor the pool was on. Greg joined her in the elevator after Jada Pinkett exited at the seventeenth floor and Sara laughed like a giddy little girl and told him who that was. She didn't care that she sounded stupid because Greg simply kissed her and told her how much he was in love with her. Washington DC was more beautiful than either of them imagined. They did the tourist thing for the first week. Trips to the Lincoln Memorial, the Reflection Pool, and The Vietnam Veteran's Memorial filled the day after landing. Greg copied the name of his father and left flowers at the name site. Seven days after they arrived, they began working at the new lab. The night shift didn't accept them very well because Sara and Greg were married and got the two empty jobs which they didn't have to apply for. It wasn't that they acted like a married couple, just that they were married and everyone new it.
Three months later, they received their first letter. Well, Sara received their first letter from Grissom. He started off with a few random details about his animals. One of his spiders died. He didn't know why. He went on to say he thinks about her a lot. Not a day goes by. Now that she's gone, he's... trying with Heather. She lives with him during the day and they both go to work at night. It's hard not being around her all the time. He misses her. Even though he's with Heather and she's married. They have to come back soon. They're missed by everyone. With Love. Grissom. Greg got a letter that month too. From Nick. He had just promised to write once a week to update him on cases even though he knew he shouldn't be, and inter office politics. Nick wrote that Grissom and Heather started dating. He was still a hermit, but a happy one. Sara and Greg were replaced by a twenty eight year old brunette girl who had a crush on him. Nick didn't want anything to do with her-- she was stalker-ish. And not professional. He thinks Ecklie is getting desperate. Also, an angry thirty five year old guy. He missed Greg a lot. Please write. Or call. Or visit. Hope all is well. Nick. Greg could have sworn he saw smudged ink due to moisture, but he would never be sure.
Around the same time, Sara took an EPT on a hunch. The stick turned blue and she was ecstatic. Fourteen weeks in and she was surprised neither of them had noticed. She just assumed the weight she was putting on was stress related. Her new job was rough, but it didn't matter now. She was with child. They played the name game a lot. He chose three boy names and two girl and she chose three girl and two boys. With her hormones, they narrowed it down to two of her choices-- Anabelle Louise and Matthew Bryce. Her gynecologist confirmed the sex and they named their daughter. I wasn't until she was going into labor when Greg realized their daughter's name had the initials of the Alternate Light Source they used at work. Sara yelled at him that it was an inappropriate time to be making jokes and he felt her wrath on his hand. Belle was two and half months at her first plane ride. Sara was flying out to Vegas on the twentieth of November and Greg was arriving on the twenty second. Sara was greeted at the airport by Catherine. It had only been a little over a year, but she looked older. Still great. Just older. Catherine fixed up her spare bedroom for the couple and told Sara that Lindsay was caught smoking pot in the girl's bathroom at school, so Catherine sent her to an all girl school in San Diego where she would be kept on a tight leash. Sara promised herself to never do that to Belle. They went by Catherine's house so Sara could drop her suitcase off. She was really anxious to get to the lab. To see them all. They got to the lab at 545am and morning shift would begin at six. Nick was the first one to spot her and he ran over so quickly, she barely registered it was him. He looked so much more mature than he used to. She handed Anabelle to him and went in search of Grissom.
She knew exactly where he would be. She roamed the halls she knew too well and dodged Hodges in the Trace room. She didn't want to deal with his smart ass antics right now. She just wanted to find Grissom.
He was right where she knew he would be. Sitting in his chair in his office with those stupid glasses and his stupid newspaper with the crossword puzzle and his pen. She leaned in his doorway and he saw her and smiled clumsily. She said she was back for a few days. He said he heard. Grissom stood up and walked over to her, putting his hands on her face just as he had done to Lady Heather years ago. Tears swelled in her eyes. I'm married, she pleaded. Don't do this. I can't. Too hard. He kissed her forehead and pulled her close. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, but she felt safer than ever in his arms. She shoved him away, and mumbled Belle's name. He asked who that was and she said Anabelle Louise was her daughter. He said something that sounded like alternate light source and asked how old she was. Sara told him two and half months. She told him she was a beautiful brunette, now twenty four inches long and ten pounds with bright blue eyes. Grissom stared at her and realized Greg and Sara both had brown.