Chapter 4

"It's a miracle in itself we weren't called in all day today," Sara said conversationally, swirling the wine around in her glass.

"It is. You should have seen Nick's face when he realized we had the same day off. He started going on about a conspiracy," Greg smiled. "He should be more worried about people finding out he played water polo in Uni."

"Water polo?" Sara questioned humorously.

"Oh yeah," Greg said with a smile. "Warrick and I met his mother and she couldn't stop talking about little Nicky's talent for the game."

"Aww, that's so cute," exclaimed Sara. "I mean at least he played a sport and not chess," she winked.

"Hey, I'll have you know chess is a reputable sport," Greg pouted. "And water polo is just a reason to see each other in Speedos and shave your chest."

"And chess is just a reason to sit around smoking pot all day," Sara laughed. "Yeah, I was in the chess club too," she added to response of his shocked face.

"Warrick was too but I think he actually was in it for the chess," Greg said absentmindedly; too busy trying to decide what to order. "Have you seen him when he plays chess? He is like in a zone or something."

"Yeah, he crushed me at it the other days" she laughed, putting down her menu in decision.

"So you know what you're going to get?" he inquired, glancing over the top of his menu to the beautifully dressed brunette; the thinly strapped black dress was something he admired all the way to the restaurant.

"Yeah, the eggplant parmesan," she shrugged, moving the stray piece of hair she left out of the clip holding up her hair from her eyes. Greg smiled when it fell back into place and she just gave up.

"I still can't believe you watched a pig decompose. There are lines I will not cross for my job and that is one giant step over one of them," he supplied with a frown but happy to see his companion laughing.

"Well, that's the difference between us. I'm not a pansy," she said, turning to the waiter to give her order, staying silent while Greg did the same.

"I'm sorry but I am not going anywhere near Grissom during an experiment or I might become apart of it again!" he said seriously, using his hands to emphasize his point.

"Oh, come on, where is your sense of adventure?"

"It ended when my feet broke out in rash," Greg answered ,still frowning at being made fun of.

"Yeah, I guess that would have thrown me too. I mean the pig did," she shrugged, accepting a plate from the now present waiter. Greg nodded, his mouth full of the recently distributed salad.

"Oh my sister wants to know if we both can make it for Halloween. I take my niece Allie out every year and she wants you to come," Greg explained, not thinking it was such a big deal until he heard Sara's voice.

"She wants me to go?" the brunette asked humbly, amazed Greg's family would accept her so fast. She had only met them once briefly, a month into their relationship and she had no idea why they would include her.

Greg stopped chewing and looked at Sara. "Yes of course."

"But I only met them…"

"Hon," he said, placing his fork down and taking her hand. "It doesn't matter if they hadn't met you at all. You're important to me so you're important to them. Besides Allie loves you. You seemed to have quickly charmed her like you charmed me all those years ago," he smiled, running his thumb over Sara's knuckles, in hopes it was a soothing gesture. "So please say you'll come."

Sara looked at Greg and smiled. "Of course. I never got to go out for Halloween as a child so this will be fun."

He nodded sensing the atmosphere was a little too thick for their date. "So I didn't tell you about Bobby…"

"Just how do you find this stuff out?" Sara inquired. "I mean you are better than some Paparazzi!"

"I know things. I've told you. So anyways I found out that Bobby is gay!" Greg exclaimed excitedly, confused when shock didn't resister on his girlfriend's face at all.

"I know that Greg. You're getting rusty."

"No, wait, how do you know that and more importantly why didn't you tell me?"

"He told me and I don't spread rumours about people," she shrugged, laughing at the pout Greg had adopted. "You know you are cute when you pout," she winked.

"This is no fair! I…when did you find this out?" he demanded, changing his question mid sentence.

"As I said, I don't talk about what people tell me, even with you, So if you want to know, ask him."

Sighing, Greg stuffed a breadstick into his mouth. "You suck!" Sara burst out laughing at his childish antics. Him pouting was funny but him pouting and talking like an eight year old was hilarious. "You stole my whole wow factor. I was going for Pam Anderson and got Hilary Duff."

"I'm sorry." Sara tried to be sincere but failed miserably receiving a glare from Greg. "Okay, okay, so I'm really not that sorry but I'm sure you know something else about someone else I don't."

This seemed to work. The frown on Greg's face was replaced with a smile and his eyes lit up. "Oh yeah, Doc Robbins actually likes Gary Telgenhoff's music!"

"The day's coroner? I liked it Doc gave..." she shrugged, covering her mouth when she realized what she accidentally said. "Oops."

Rolling his eyes, Greg threw up his hands on surrender. "I give up!"

"Well, that would be a first. I should be less anti-social more often," she smirked.

Greg gave her a cynical look.