A/N: There'll be quite some of recollection of what happened in the first few chapters of 'Something Happens', since they are having the trial after all. I hope this won't bore you out lol. I also hope the writing won't be too confusing. When there's a sentence in italics it means that Greg (or whoever) is starting to remember a past event. So, enough forewords…

Chapter 2: Sides

Sara did not make a move to walk over to him. Neither of them would break that arrangement they had. It wouldn't be helpful now. It would actually be harming. Both of them had other issues to care for. Greg had to make sure that everybody learned what had happened so that Charlie would never harm Sara again. And he had to worry how he himself would come out of everything. He could not hope for Sara to help him.

She had helped him in the past. She had asked Grissom for his transfer back to graveyard. Grissom had given his okay, and Greg and Sara had been back working together.

It had been nice while it had lasted…

Greg had been happy to be back at graveyard. As in Grissom's and Sara's agreement, he and Sara were not assigned to any cases together, at least not alone, as Grissom hold the opinion that it was not appropriate at least not until the trial was over and everything would go back to normal.

Grissom had warned Sara that she would have to testify against Charlie and that there was the chance of Greg's involvement being brought up. Greg had always known that this was not only a chance, but a fact.

Nevertheless he and Sara had been happy to work together at the lab again, complementing the time they shared together off work. In retrospection it was certainly the best time Greg had had in the last couple of years.

Part of it had ended when Hodges had been walking into the AV room where both Greg and Sara were working.

"Sara."

Sara looked up to Hodges. "Yeah?"

"Ecklie wants to see you in his office," Hodges told her grimacing. Sara frowned, but shrugged.

"I'm just going to finish this up here." She glanced at Greg who had stopped working, looking at Hodges wondering.

"I'm sorry," Hodges returned sounding actually this way. "He said you should hand over anything to Greg and come straight to his office."

Sara seemed to have turned a bit paler. She tried to keep her expression unreadable though. Greg looked at her worriedly.

"Why…?" he started. Sara did not look at him, but packed the clothes she had been analyzing, shoving the bag over to him then. Hodges had left as inconspicuously as it was possible for him.

Sara moved to leave as well. "Sara?" Greg called after her. She turned around to him. "It's going to be okay," he told her. Whatever it was. She smiled briefly, before she walked away.

She had not returned. Greg had continued working for a while, his mind not really on his task. When Sara had not been back after an hour, he had set out to search for her. Ecklie's office had been the first stop. He had been wondering what the lab director had been doing there at that time of the night in the first place. Now the room was deserted. Sara was not there, but neither was Ecklie.

Greg looked around the lab, but did not find Sara anywhere. He did not want to ask anybody if they had seen her, not wanting to cause any rumors as to her absence and his search. Finally he took out his cell phone, pressing the key that dialed the last called number. After a few seconds he knew that her phone was out.

Greg sighed, guessing that whatever had happened had frustrated Sara so much that she did not even want to talk to him. He checked the time and figured that he should return to work, as little as he wanted to.

He kept checking his phone, hoping for any sign of Sara. It did not come until the end of his shift. Greg was not really sure what to do. He and Sara had not made any plans for the day until she had left for Ecklie's office.

Greg left the lab and made his way to Sara's place. He felt slightly uncomfortable. What if Ecklie had done what Greg feared he had done? The fact that Sara had been told to hand over any evidence to Greg did not bode well. Greg figured that he could not do much more than be there for her.

He walked up to her apartment in a somewhat rainy mood, ringing the bell twice. The door was not opened. Greg stood there wondering for a few moments, until the door of the neighboring apartment opened and a young woman walked out of it, locking her door behind her.

"Sara's not at home," she said with a look at Greg. "I saw her leaving earlier."

"Oh," Greg was surprised. "Thanks," he nodded, walking away slowly. So where had Sara gone? On his way back to his car, Greg flipped his cell phone open, again trying to call Sara. This time around she even picked up and Greg breathed a sigh of relief that he had not even known he'd been holding.

"Hey, Sara, where are you?" he asked quickly.

"At the lab," she replied simply.

"Oh, good. I mean… what's up? What happened?" he wanted to know.

"Can we talk about that later?" Sara returned. "Come over tonight, and we'll talk, okay?"

"Okay…" Greg started slowly.

"Talk to you later," she said and ended the call, leaving Greg behind wondering. He made his way home, still thinking about what had happened and what Sara had said. Actually she had not said much. She had sounded quite well though, so Greg figured there was no point in worrying.

He went straight to bed once he was home, curious to know what was the matter with Sara, but tired enough to actually get several hours of sleep. At 7 PM he was back in front of her place. This time Sara opened up, letting him in.

He sat down on her couch, looking at her expectantly. "So what happened?"

Sara shrugged, and Greg wondered if she was really as calm as this gesture wanted to indicate.

"Ecklie put me to days," she said simply.

"He did what?" Greg exclaimed.

"Transferred me to days," Sara shrugged again. She did not look too happy, but did not make any move to complain about this new arrangement either.

"Why?" Greg asked helplessly.

"He just did," she returned, dropping onto the couch next to him. "He said now that you're back on graveyard – on Grissom's request – he'd like me to work at days." She shook her head. "He also said something about how it looks… you and me working together and everything." She still sounded very calm, way too calm in Greg's opinion.

"And this is okay with you?"

She looked at him directly. "Greg, what am I supposed to do? And actually it's nice to work days for a change, you know." She grimaced. "That I'm answering to Ecklie now isn't that great, but I'll manage."

"I'm sorry," Greg said quietly, but smiled then. "I never thought you'd take something like this so calmly."

Sara raised her eyebrows. "Mmh, maybe you don't know me after all."

Greg grinned. "Oh, I do know you." He leaned in, luring her for a moment, before he kissed her lightly and she chuckled. "Why didn't you want to tell me about it on the phone then?"

Sara's expression got more serious and she drew a bit away from him. "It wasn't a good moment to talk."

"It's okay," he said.

"Yeah."

Greg leaned back to her, drawing her closer to him, and Sara smiled again.

Greg remembered that day when he saw Sara smiling at him from the other side of the room at the court house. Much had happened since then; many things had changed, especially between them.

Greg was told to sit down and wait until he would be called in to testify. Sara had seated herself some distance away from him and had brought out what looked like a forensic journal. She had not opened it yet, but glanced at Greg again, before she looked away when she saw that he was watching her.

Now she opened her journal, browsing it briefly before she started reading. Greg kept watching her for some more moments, before he took his gaze away, closing his eyes and breathing out slowly. He was not feeling as neutral now as his attitude towards her had recently seemed to be.

It seemed to take forever and it were actually hours that went by until he was finally called. He glanced a last time at Sara before he left the room, but she did not look up. Ordering his clothes one final time, Greg walked into the court room. The amount of people in there was assessable. It had obviously been achieved that the case was kept pretty low profile, at least more than one would have expected. There was a kidnapping involved after all. And two crime scene investigators, one of them the victim, and the other one…

Greg did not really know what he should call himself in this whole mess.

TBC