A/N: My first complete chapter story. Sob Anywho, I went into CSI withdrawl the other day, so don't expect loads of CSI fanfics from me. Thanks Lexxia for the beta.
IV
Any other day Greg would have tried shaking Hodges off. But he today couldn't. That person, if he could be called that, had valuable information concerning his case. And if he didn't listen now, he would probably never hear the end of it.
Rumours would spread about him and Sara. Hodges would never bother to give Greg his results in the future. And then where would he be?
Ecklie had never been fond of Sara. He would jump at any reason to fire her and Greg was not about to let that happen. Pissy Sara was better than no Sara at all.
Greg sighed and half-listened to Hodges go on about paint. He would have to wait until later to get the answers he wanted from her.
Unfortunately, the paint led to a lead, which led to Greg calling Brass, which led to him making an arrest, which led him to interrogation, which led to Greg having to go back to look for more evidence, which led to a double. And that of course made him exhausted and miss Sara, who had already left by the time he got back to the lab.
Tomorrow then he figured.
And tomorrow came.
Grissom paired them up together on the same case for the first time in a long time. Sure, the others were also on it, but Greg and Sara were going to have to work together.
Greg couldn't help but wonder if that was Grissom's intention.
Sara hardly spoke to him for at least the first few hours. What was there to say?
"I avoided you because I wasn't able to deal with The Incident myself?"
Besides, different ends of the scene needed processing. They couldn't possibly talk to each other.
Or so she tried to convince herself of.
But it wasn't working.
And it was a completely useless tactic to keep avoiding him like this. Besides, when they did speak (in the layout room most likely), it was going to be five million times as awkward.
But she didn't want to speak with him now.
Anyways, she hadn't actually done anything yet at the scene.
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Crime scenes come and go. Layout rooms come and go. Court comes and then it goes.
It was a cycle. And Sara didn't want to follow it.
She stood at the layout room debating on whether or not she should come in.
Marilyn Manson played softly in the background.
Sara took a step in. Greg looked up. Was that a hint of a smile on her face?
"What ever happened to your air guitar, Greggo?"
She walked over to the stereo and put the volume up a few notches. Greg grinned and got up to begin. But Sara's look stopped him. It wasn't one of annoyance. It wasn't one of anger. It was one of disappointment and guilt.
He didn't bother to ask if she was okay because he already knew the answer.
He just pulled her into a hug and held her close to him.
Sara buried her head in his shoulder and whispered "I'm so sorry."
Maybe they were going to be okay in the end.
A/N#2: And here it ends. Please review!
