A/N: Sorry its been so long but I hope this will make up for that.

Title: Reality Check 4?

Rating: possible R

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Summary: Can dreaming of Greg change Sara's mind about him. What happens when he finds out about her feelings? Sandle

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"Mia, mia, mia. Please be here." Sara whispered as she frantically pushed her way through the double doors of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. After being dropped off by an extremely sexy and very shirtless Greg Sanders, she had tried desperately to get a hold of the new tech. Only to hear that she and a certain CSI, not originating from Texas, left in a hurry. Warrick and Mia's rendezvous would be something she would bring up to the tech, when she found her, but her overwhelming Greg dilemma took precedence over other matters.

Her heart nearly came out of her chest as she made into the DNA lab, only to have it drop finding it empty. "Damn it." She muttered, walking forward. Dropping her head to the work table Sara let out a muffled growl. Rocking her head back and forth caused a thump like one the days earlier.

"You know…." The closeness of that voice sped up her already rapidly thumping heart. "I thought I was going to pick you up?"

Turning around, Sara found Greg, smirking in the doorway. "Yeah, well… I thought I'd save you a drive." She stuttered, gazing at the floor.

Stepping forward, Greg smirk grew, forming into a boasting grin. "I don't mind I like driving you." Drawing out the last word the young man noticed a slight tinge of pink settle on the soft skin of the brunette's cheek.

"Yeah, well I…" She tried to control her breath as he stepped closer.

"You know." Stepping closer once more he had to chuckle seeing her form move back, almost colliding with the work table behind her. "I can take you home tonight."

Shaking her head unconsciously she stuttered, not knowing what she was saying. "Maybe."

"And then maybe… I don't know… you and I could…." Moving closer to the brunette , he stopped in front of her noticing she stepped as far as she could. Drawing his face close to hers, he finished his sentence dropping his voice into a deep sexy timbre. "…go out."

For Sara things seemed to slow. Time seemed to stopped. Greg had somehow positioned himself in front of her. Feeling the heat coming from his body as he stepped closer caused Sara's eyes to drift shut, and all thought to flow out from her mind. "Uh…what?"

"You… me." He whispered, pulling his face closer to hers, leaving mere centimeters between them. "Out."

Their lips pulled closer as she whispered. "Y…yeah." 'God, kiss me already before I explode.' She thought, feeling the breath from her body leave in heavy pants.

After what felt like years of gasping for breath, Sara was fed up. Yanking the arm from her side, she grabbed his hair, hard, pulling his face to hers.

Most first kisses are soft and tender, however someone watching from outside wouldn't think this one wasn't with how both Sara and Greg's mouths tore at each other.

Pulling her mouth away Sara tried desperately to grab oxygen before delving back into making out with one Greg Sanders.

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"Hey, Greg can you…." Nick stopped short, his mouth dropping to the floor. From his position at the DNA lab door, the Texan had a 'Sports center' type view of the action occurring just inside.

Sara was being pressed against the DNA work table her arms around his neck while Greg's hands roamed, one landing in her hair while the held her firmly to him through the back pocket of her jeans; their lips never parting. To say Nick was stunned was beyond words.

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Stepping through the double doors of the LVPD crime lab, Mia tentatively asked. "Hey, Rick?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think you'd want to get a cup of coffee after shift?"

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, surprised at her question. Seeing her nod, he continued. "Sure."

Before anyone could speak, a man, who looked like a dayshift CSI busted past them; joining a moderate crowd by the DNA lab. "What the hell is that?" The tech asked inching closer to her workspace.

Finally making there way to the front of the pack, they stopped short both of their jaws dropping to the floor. "I guess we don't need that plan after all."

"You got that right." Warrick answered stuttering, stunned at the sight before them.

Sometime during the make-out session Greg had somehow maneuvered him and Sara around the work table and into empty spot on the wall. With her back to the wall gave the brunette more free range for her hands; sending one behind his neck holding him to her while the other confidently found its way under his shirt, causing a groan to come from Greg's lips.

The clearing of someone's throat broke the couple from their passionate entanglement. "Am I interrupting anything?"

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