Tease 4/?

Rating: Possible R

Disclaimer: I only own the plot

Summary: Greg teases his way into Sara's heart. No longer a one shot.

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"So what exactly are we doing here Greg?" Sara huffed, her arms crossed in irritation as they stepped into the motorized boat the younger man rented for them.

"We..." He started, pulling out a life jacket and opening it, signaling her to put her arms through. "...are here to relax... so relax." Placing the vest on her shoulders, he gave them a firm squeeze before turning to put his own on.

A tingling jolt went through her at the contact, making her shudder slightly. "Ok."

Settling in behind the wheel, Greg started it up, pulling them out toward the middle of the lake.

"So what really made you bring me out here?" Sara asked sometime later, as they sat in the boat facing one another, the water gliding gently on either side of them as they sat idly in the middle of the lake.

"Is it wrong to want to be here with you Sidle?"

Flashing him a withering look, Greg snickered, stepping closer to her. "Greg."

"Is it... so wrong... to want... to be alone with you Sara?" Greg whispered, next to her ear as he settled himself on the gunwale, his eyes never leaving her face.

Shivering at his closeness, she sighed, her gaze turning from him, her hair falling in front of her face. "I don't know."

"Sara..." Pulling her silky brunette locks behind her ear, he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest, finally after what felt like days their eyes met. "...have you felt something between us...lately?"

Licking her lips at their sudden dryness, she nodded, her eyes not straying from his. "Yes."

"Do..." Pressing closer his heart picked up more, seeing her eyes drift shut. "Do you want something between us?"

Sara's heart skipped a beat as she heard his words, his face now less than an inch away. "Yes."

Just as their lips were about to touch, a voice from behind startled them apart. "Everything alright over here?"

Shaking off the lightheadedness, Greg turned, surprised to find Brass in another boat beside them. "Brass? What are you doing out here?"

"Floater, you guy got your kits?"

"Were not on... I thought Grissom would of told you." Sara stuttered, trying to cover the obvious flush still gracing her cheeks.

"Griss said he was gonna call you two for extra help, everyone else is backlogged."

"Oh." Turning to Sara, he wasn't surprised to find her looking elsewhere, her cheeks still a deep crimson. "Yeah... just let us grab the kits from the truck."

"Alright see you two over there." The senior detective nodded to the flashing lights on the outer bank of the lake.

"Well... fuck." Greg sighed, settling back behind the wheel, happy to atleast hear the light chuckle from the brunette next to him."

R&R... I'm sorry to be so mean with the shortness of the chapter but I hope to make it up to you with another story