The Newcomer 4/?

Rating: possible R

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Maureen.

Summary: Greg Sanders is new to Vegas and the crime lab. He has his faults and achievements. He also has his secrets. What happens when he is caught in a secret he didn't know he was a part of? Greg-centric w/eventual Sandle and Grillows. And a special pairing that will shock all who reads.

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"…so this guy comes over trying talk smack…"

Greg sat back, watching as Nick relayed a confrontation he had with a suspect on a scene, while the rest of the team sat entranced, offering comments as they came.

Hearing the brutality of some of the cases they had been through made him wonder what the hell he was getting into.

"Are you alright Greg?" Grissom asked, observing his quiet stature, placing an arm around his wife while the other rested lightly on her growing abdomen.

Clearing his throat, the dirty blonde nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just listening to everyone."

Watching the younger man sit back a pensive look flash across his face, brought a raised brow to the supervisors face.

Catherine, seeing his studying stare, turned to her husband, whispering. "What are you doing?"

"Just…watching."

Shaking her head, a smile curled on her glowing features.

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"Hey, do you need a ride?" Sara asked Greg as they stepped out of the diner after they finished breakfast.

"No, it's alright. I can call a cab." Shaking his head, he flipped open his phone.

Grabbing the phone from his hand, she shook her head. "Nope, you're coming with me."

"But…"

"No buts, you're coming with me." Sara finalized, grabbing his hand softly and moving to her car, while trying to ignore the sparks that shot up her arm at the skin to skin contact.

Jumping in the car, they strapped in, or at least tried too. "How the hell is this belt supposed to work?" Greg chuckled, pulling at the faulty material.

"Oh sorry." Sara laughed, unbuckling her belt. "That belt has always been a pain." Without thinking she moved across the center console; using his seat as leverage she reached across him, pulling frustratingly at the belt in her hand. "Come on…"

Greg sat stunned, feeling all the breath leave his body; Sara Sidle, the girl that was slowly taking over his dreams, leaned dangerously close to him, flashing him enough cleavage to make him wish he wore looser jeans.

"There, I got it." She mumbled, putting the belt in his grasp before settling in her seat. Noticing his frozen stature, she raised an eye. "Are you alright?"

Clearing his throat, he nodded. "Yeah, I just spaced out a little."

"That's obvious. " She muttered sarcastically turning the engine over and reversing from the space. "So…how are you liking it so far?"

"What?"

"People, Vegas, your job?"

"Well the job, though not my first choice, is certainly interesting."

"And Vegas?"

"Come on…you can get married and divorced within one weekend and still go back home wife or girlfriend and they wont even know." Seeing a raised come across the brunette's features, he added. "Not like I have one or anything."

"Right." Her sarcasm peeked through again before she turned to him a charming smile curling at her lips"…and what about the people?"

"The people, well their…" He started slowly before turning his gaze to her, the intensity from when they met returning to his eyes. "…amazing."

Feeling her heart skip a beat at his piercing gaze, she turned back to the road. "So what are you going to do tonight?"

"Hmm probably get this weeks call to mom out of the way."

"You know one of these days I'm gonna have to meet her."

"Well if I know mom, in the way I think I do, you will."

TBC….R&R if you want more……