B is for…Balloons, Band-Aids, and Broken Hearts

Greg and Sara sat on the couch and sighed. It took them over an hour to completely clean Bobby's lab, but watching the Apple blow was completely worth it.

"Greg, Sara," Grissom walked by. "Go home, no cases tonight," he said. He walked away but quickly backtracked. "Why does it smell like…"

"Don't ask," Greg and Sara said together. They laughed as Grissom walked away and then headed out.

"Greg, where's your car?" Sara asked as they reached the parking lot.

"Um….in the shop…." Greg said, blushing. His reputation for driving wasn't exactly a good one.

"What did you hit?" Sara asked.

"What make's you think I hit something?" Greg asked, putting emphasis on the I.

"Greg...light pole or tree?" Sara laughed, knowing her best friend all too well.

"Mailbox," Greg said, looking shy. Sara laughed.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride," Sara said, heading to where she parked.

"No you won't," Greg replied, getting a look at her car first. Sara noticed the flat tires seconds later.

"Damnit!" Sara swore.

"Guess we're walking," he said, "Come on, we'll call AAA when we get to my place," Greg said. Sara sighed and caught up with Greg. They walked into East Park and passed some kids who must have just gotten out of school.

"You hungry Greg?" Sara asked as she spotted an ice cream cart, "Cuz if you are, I'm sure we could find some apple pie…or applesauce…or caramel apples…"

"Shut up Sara…that poor fruit never had a chance…" Greg laughed, which made Sara smile widely.

"I'll get us ice cream," she said. Greg nodded and as she left, he turned to the vender behind him.

"One purple one, please," Greg smiled, handing over five dollars.

"Greg!" Sara called a few moments later, holding two vanilla cones in her hands. She spotted him standing in the middle of the walk way, a goofy grin on his face and a purple balloon floating beside his shoulder.

"Trade?" he said, taking his ice cream and in turn, tying the balloon to Sara's wrist.

"Greg, I'm not four," Sara said, but making no move to remove it.

"Yea, but where are the rules saying you have to be?" Greg smiled and all Sara could do is shrug. They continued to walk through the park toward Greg's complex, happily eating their ice cream and talking about this and that. By the time their treats were done, Greg had said that his place was a little less than another mile from where they were.

"Great, MORE walking," Sara said, rolling her eyes. Seconds later, a stick came flying out of nowhere and smacked Sara in the face. "OW!" she yelled.

"SORRY!" a group of kids called from the park. One small boy came over and asked if she was alright. Truth of the matter, it was a pretty big stick and Greg was worried Sara might have a concussion.

"I'm fine, really," Sara insisted, shooing the kid away.

"Watch what you're doing out there, okay kid?" Greg asked.

"Yes sir," he said and ran off to his friends.

"You sure you okay Sara?" Greg asked.

"No, but I didn't want him to worry," Sara replied gesturing to the boy. "I just need some ice…"

"It's bleeding, Sar," Greg said.

"I'm aware Gregory," she said through gritted teeth. She held a hand over the scratch and the two ran the rest of the way to the apartment building.


"Why did you never ask me out?" Sara asked randomly, making Greg nearly drop the ice pack he was holding on her forehead back at the apartment. "Just curious, I'm not implying anything Greg." He took a deep breath and contemplated his answer.

"Because you always liked Grissom," he said. Never understood why, but you did, so I backed off." He said. There was a small bit of tension in the room after he said that. "But what we have now is good. Why'd you ask?"

"I don't know," Sara said honestly. "But, just for your information Greg, I don't love Grissom anymore."

"Never really understood how you could love a man you only called by their last name anyway." Was Greg's response. "What made you change your mind?" He asked calmly. Sara shifted a bit on the counter as Greg worked on her forehead, noticing how close he was and how concentrated he was on the mark on her forehead.

"I guess I don't really know what love is," she said matter-of-factly. Greg nodded and went to get a band-aid. He came back and softly but firmly placed it on her forehead. He helped her down from the counter.

"I'll get you some more ice," he said, smiling as always. He walked to the freezer and grabbed another one, then put a thin towel around it. Looking at the pack, he added, "Love is giving someone else the ability to break your heart…" He walked back to her, handed her the pack, and smiled again. "But trusting them not to." Sara smiled at the phrase and placed the pack on her head.

Both headed to the living room and sat on the couch. Greg turned on the TV and Sara leaned against him. "I don't like having a broken heart," she said.

"Me neither Sara," he said calmly, smirking at their sudden closeness, "Me neither."


C will be coming soon, I might finish Sabotage before I do it, but I already know what is going to happen, so we'll see.

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