At exactly which point during the taxi ride they decided that they should both go to Saras apartment rather than heading their separate ways was not clear to either of them but then it didn't seem to matter really. The fact was they were both now stumbling up the stairs, Sara fumbling with her keys trying to find the one to her front door. "Got it, I've got it!" She exclaimed.

"Then open the door faster. I really need pee!" Greg said, hopping slightly from foot to foot. The key turned in the lock and he hurried past her, closing the bathroom door behind him.

He re-emerged to find Sara standing in her kitchen, elbows resting on the bar that separated it form the living room, two beers bottles opened in front of her. "Better?" She grinned, standing up and holding one of the bottles out to him as he nodded. "Thought you might want a top up."

"Well I wouldn't say no." He said taking the bottle and smiling at her. "I'm going to err, sit." He said waving his hand in the direction of the sofa, realising he was having just a little trouble standing up straight. Rather unsteadily, he made his way to the sofa and sat down, taking a large mouthful of his beer and leaning back against the cushions with a sigh. "You know I think the last time you fed me this much alcohol was after you had just split up with Hank."

"Ah yes Hank." She sighed. "I remember that night. Well I don't actually remember…" She said, cringing at the memory of how horrifically drunk they had both been when Greg had taken her out in an attempt to cheer her up after she had found out that the first boyfriend she had had in years was cheating on her.

"You don't?"

"No not really." She admitted again.

"Good because neither do I." He laughed.

"Ugh he was a jerk." She said flopping down next to him. "All men are jerks. No offence." She patted him on the arm.

"Really? I'm supprised you think that you know because I was sure there was a secret man in your life."

"What makes you think that?" She said sitting up and looking at him intently.

"You just seem happy recently that's all." She sat back on the sofa again and took a bit gulp of her drink. "So? Is there someone special you want to tell me about?"

"Yes actually." She said turning to face him with a smirk.

"Really?" He asked sounding a little more shocked than he had meant to.

"Yes really."

"So what he like?"

"He's great. Smart, funny and I can talk to him about anything you know."

"That's great Sara." He said, genuinely pleased that she had found someone.

"Yeah." She said, her voice taking on a less certain tone.

"What? You don't sound so sure." He asked, his face falling.

"No I am. It's just… He can be pretty stupid sometimes. He does stuff sometimes that makes me wonder what he really thinks of me, what he really wants from me."

"Like what?"

"Like abandoning me for a month to go off on some trip to the other side of the stupid country without even asking me. He should have asked me right?"

"Yeah." Greg said nodding, bottle in mouth. "Definitely." It was starting to dawn on him who this special someone might be. "But you know Sara, some guys are just a little clueless when it come to relationships." And if he was right, her man was almost certainly one of them. "Maybe it doesn't mean anything. Maybe he wants everything you want but he's just being a bit… clueless."

"Yeah maybe." She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "What about you Greg? Ever been in love?"

"Once." He answered after a moment.

"And who was the lucky lady?"

"You actually." He admitted shyly. She lifted her head and looked at him sadly. Her heart broke for him. Unrequited love was something she knew a lot about and it hurt. At least for her, the man she loved did eventually love her, or maybe he always had. Admittedly his feelings for her were in question at the moment but at least for a time, her love was reciprocated. Gregs never would be and it was all down to her.

"Greg…"

"It's ok." He assured her. "I realised you would never love me back and I got over it. Eventually."

"Greg I'm sorry…"

"No don't be. You can't choose who you fall in love with right?" She took hold of his hand and smiled again.

"I do love you Greg."

"In a completely asexual way." He added giving her a look that said he understood completely.

"Well yeah." She said, laughing slightly as she fell back against him, her head returning to his shoulder. "I think that last beer was a mistake." She said with a sigh closing her eyes.

"I blame you and your tequila." He said, his head falling to rest on hers. He expected an answer; some kind of witty retaliation but none came. He felt her turn her body to be closer to him as she let out a sleepy sigh. He smiled and closed his own eyes.

They woke several hours later both in dire need of strong coffee, something Sara quickly set about remedying. "You got any food?" Greg groaned, opening his eyes a crack to look over at her in the kitchen.

"I have eggs." She said opening the fridge, which was practically empty. "Oh no wait," She said taking a closer look at the date on the top of the box. "Forget the eggs. They may be just a little past their best."

"No bacon or a big greasy sausages?" He asked hopefully.

"Vegetarian Greg." She said slamming shut the fridge door and flopping down on a seat at the breakfast bar, her head falling into her hands.

"I know." He said defensively. "I just thought this new man of yours might have been a bit of a carnivore."

"He is…he was." She closed her eyes tighter. "Ugh please God kill me quicker!" Greg chuckled as he made his way to the coffee pot waving it in front of her.

"Top up?"

"Please." She said gratefully. He refilled her mug and went to place the pot back on the kitchen counter, hovering with his back to her as he spoke slightly apprehensively.

"Sara, I'm sorry if anything I said last night embarrassed you."

"Oh no Greg." She said turning to face him. "You didn't embarrass me. It was actually kind of sweet." She stood up and walked over to him, placing a hand on his arm.

"I just don't want things to be awkward between us."

"They wont be." He smiled shyly. Clearly he was the one who was embarrassed. Sara was about to speak again when her phone began to ring. She sighed and pulled it from her pocket, knowing it had to be one of two people: Catherine asking her to come to work early or Grissom, and right now, she wasn't sure which was worse.

"You should answer that." Prompted Greg as she looked up at him, meeting his eyes as if search of some reassurance from him. "You need to talk to him Sara." She opened her mouth and then closed it again. It didn't matter how he knew who was on the phone, it only mattered that he did.

"But I… I don't know what to say."

"Well maybe when you start to talk to him you'll figure it out." She looked back down at the phone, Grissoms name still flashing on the screen. Greg lent forward and kissed her forehead. "I'll see you tonight." She nodded and flipped open the phone as he brushed past her on the way to the door.

"Hey." She breathed as her front door clicked shut, leaving her alone to face the conversation she had been putting off for so long.

Sara was the last to arrive in the break room for the assignments to be handed out.

"You look err…" Started Nick, searching for a polite way to say that the hangover was pretty evident.

"About as healthy as Greg." Warrick finished grinning. Sara only grunted at them as she made her way over the coffee pot where Greg was already hovering, mug in hand.

"I thought you might need one." He said thrusting the mug at her.

"Thanks." She mumbled, clutching the mug with both hands and breathing in the strong scent, feeling instantly better.

"So what exactly happened last night?" Probed Nick.

"Tequila." The answered simultaneously receiving a room full of understanding nods.

"Well to avoid any unwanted reappearances of your dinner, you two can have the B and E in Henderson. No blood." Catherine said handing an assignment slip to Greg and Sara. "Warrick and Nick, you've got a DB in the Tangiers and you're with me." She said turning to the remaining CSI with a smile. Knowing glances were cast between the rest of the team as they left the room to head to their scenes.

The case had been simple enough, something both Greg and Sara were very thankful for. They were now back at the lab and sat catching up on the dreaded paperwork. "So what did you say?" Greg asked eventually. After much debate about how to start the conversation he had decided to just be direct about it.

"What?"

"To Grissom. What did you say?" She looked shocked. "Come on Sara it wasn't hard to work out. There can't be that many people you would describe as 'smart and funny' and who have recently gone away for four weeks as short notice."

"Am I that obvious?" She groaned leaning back in her chair and shacking her head.

"Only when intoxicated. And besides, you're not the only one who seems happier." He smiled. "So go on, what did you say?"

"I told him that I missed him and that I couldn't wait to see him." She said nonchalantly, looking back down at the papers spread out in front of her.

"Sara…" He warned, knowing she was lying. She looked up at him, seeing instantly that there was no point in not being honest.

"Fine. I told him that I was angry with him for leaving and that I couldn't understand why he would do it if he loved me like he says he does. I said that I was sorry for ignoring his calls but I was upset and I was scared of loosing him and if I didn't answer then at least I could kid myself for a few more days that we were ok and that we could still be together." She said, her voice cracking slightly. Greg, slightly shocked by this outburst of honesty on what was clearly and emotional subject, was slightly lost for words. She shook her head and sighed. "I know I shouldn't have lost my temper but I just love him so much Greg. I can't stand the thought of loosing him."

"Sara, this is Grissom we're talking about. If he says he loves you then I'd be pretty inclined to believe him."

"I know and I do. I just wish he had talked to me about going so I didn't feel like he running away from me. I know he was scared to even start a relationship with me and I thought that maybe we were going to fast or that he had changed his mind."

"If it helps, I have rarely seen Grissom change his mind about anything." Greg offered, smiling at her. She looked up at him and smiled back.

"It does. Thanks Greg."

"So do you think you guys are going to be ok?" He asked after a moment.

"Yeah. I hope so."

"So do I. You deserve to be happy Sara." She smiled and wiped a single stray tear from he cheek. They sat in silence for a while as Sara tried to compose herself. "I would offer to take you out for a drink after the shift, cheer you up, take your mind of things but I'm not sure my stomach could handle it." He raised his eyes to look at her, smiling when he saw his words had had the desired affect as Sara chuckled.

"No, neither could mine."

"Why don't I go get us some more coffee?" He said standing up. She nodded, waiting for him to reach the doorway before she spoke.

"Greg." He turned back to face her. "Please don't say anything about this."

"I wont." He replied. She watched her best friend leave, knowing that she didn't even need to thank him. He was the only person in world besides Grissom who she felt she could really talk to. They had always had a slightly strange relationship, both feeling that they had a responsibility to protect and look out for one and other and although they had always been friends, since Greg had been out in the field they had grown much closer. It had broken her heart to see him suffering through the uncertainties of the aftermath of his attack and he had told her time and time again how much she had helped him to get through that. Now he was here for her, to help her through, and for that she loved him.

THE END.

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