Wow...sorry guys, my chapters are grossly uneven in size...I've been combining chapters to make it up, and now it's really long...lol. Well, anyways, my story is disappointingly short, so I've got it all written, I'm posting it up at regular intervals to pace the readers and reviewers.
If anybody wants me to continue writing, review now or forever hold your peace (well, you have until I post the last chappie, but you know what I mean)...I found writing this to be very fulfilling, and I would like to write, IF others like what I write, so at the end of this story, let me know what you think...so here is chapter 6 & 7.
CHAPTER 6: A BREAK AND A DEATH
Brass left Greg at the lab, and went about his own business. Greg was glad to be back, but he would be even happier to get back to his own apartment where he could get a snack and just drop into sleep until his shift started again. First, however, he had to stop and drop off his results. He walked through the hall, passing Catherine and Grissom who were just leaving for a scene on the Las Vegas Strip. He waved back when they greeted him with hellos, and continued on his way. He figured Sara would be in the break room, waiting for his results, so that she too could go back to her own home. He rounded the corner to the break room, and there she was, sipping at the remains of a cup of coffee. She looked up, and stood. "There you are Greg. I was waiting for these records. Now, lets see if these records have the same food on it as the one from our last scene…maybe we can link the caterers to the scene of the crime." Greg gawked at her. "Sara, come on, shifts up…a long time ago! We need to get home and rest for the few hours that we have until next shift". Sara shook her head, like it wasn't a big deal. "Greg, come on, this could be a big breakthrough. If we can link them to the scene of the crime, we may very well have this crime solved. You go on without me." Sara and Greg had come together in his own car today, due to Sara's being in need of some minor repairs. She could almost hear Greg question the damage being, 'minor', before he let out an undignified, 'ow', at being elbowed sharply by Sara.
Greg sighed. "Sara, you can't solve a crime if you can't think straight, and you can't do that when you're tired and hungry on. This can wait until we come in again in a few hours. Then when we're somewhat refreshed, we can work on it, and know what we're doing. Now, do you want to go of your own free will, or do I have to drag you out of here like we're nuts?"
Sara pursed her lips, but since getting dragged out of the lab by Greg was a plausible threat when presented by Greg, she sighed, and put her file away. "Fine, I'm leaving. We work on it first thing when we get back, though, okay? Both of us."
Greg grinned, and opened the door for Sara. "Whatever you say, Queen Sara." She laughed as she brushed past him, and he walked after her, letting the door close on its own.
The drive back to Sara's apartment had been the usual talking of random topics and Greg's constant joking, with Sara's laughter mixed in to it all. It was the norm; the way that it was when they knew everything was okay between them. He dropped her off and wished her the usual CSI 'goodnight', at 4 in the afternoon, and she quickly made her way into her apartment. She was now glad that Greg had forced her home. She was feeling the effects of a double shift, and she soon scarfing down a large salad. Fortunately for her, it had been left from last day and was just begging to be eaten before it spoiled like a lot of the food in her refrigerator. When she was finished, she quickly piled her dishes in the already full sink, and made her way to her messy bathroom, where she would shower. It was the last stop before losing herself in her dreams, and for sure feeling the refreshing, soothing sensation of warm water on her body would help her sleep all the better.
After stepping out, and placing the towel-robe around her, she finally sighed sleepily and started to make her way across the small hall to her bedroom…her nice, comfy bed, soft blankets, sweet dreams. She was suddenly shocked out of her stupor of sleep by a knock on the door. She looked at her clock as she headed for the door…it had been only half an hour since she had made it home, and everyone knew she slept this time of day.
She answered the door to find a very sheepish, annoyed-looking Greg standing shyly at the door. "Hey Sar", he greeted her awkwardly.
"Greg?" She questioned oddly, looking at him. "What the heck are you doing here? You know this is when we sleep…heck, you were the one who dragged me home! What are you still doing up, much less doing here?"
Greg closed his eyes in a tired way. "My car went the way of the dinosaurs about 8 blocks away. I didn't have money on me to pay for a cab after I payed the tow-truck, and since your place was close, I thought I could borrow some money until I get at my wallet?" He opened his eyes then, looking at Sara for an answer.
Sara couldn't help but laugh at the poor man's misfortunes. Greg didn't mind, so much. In a day or two, he would be laughing along with the rest of the team about the whole ordeal, and it was nice to see Sara without too much trouble on her mind. She thought, and smirked an almost Greg-like smirk. "Greg, listen. There's no need for that. You can stay here for the night, in the spare room. You can take a shower too, you'll probably need it. Come on."
Greg hesitated, slightly, thinking over what his options were. If he could avoid any awkwardness, he'd definitely take it. Unfortunately for him, that was not in the cards, and he stepped forwards to Sara, who led him around the apartment, showing him where everything was. She did not even seem to notice that she was still in her small towel robe. Greg had, and tried not to look her way, as hard as he could. His will power needed to be strong, as it had been the day when they had shared a shower together. Granted, it had been a precautionary step to ensure they were not infected with biohazardous toxins, and granted again that Sara hadn't even given a thought to not looking to Greg's direction in the shower, but Greg had come a long way since he had started in Las Vegas Crime Lab, working alongside Sara and the rest of his team. He was growing up, and growing to respect Sara more and more as he worked more and more with her in the field. The thoughts of his crush on Sara in his lab days were long gone, replaced by a more serious reverence for her.
Although tonight, he was much too tired to even think of all that, and when Sara had finally showed him where everything was (he really hadn't being paying attention at all), she left him.
He lightly grabbed her arm before she turned away. "Thanks Sara. I appreciate this, I do." He smirked, but it still showed signs that he was sleepy. "I don't very much like the thought of jogging home, falling asleep in the middle of an intersection".
She laughed full-heartedly. "No prob." She winked. "At least now I know you'll actually sleep, and won't be out fooling around with some girl at a bar before work. You need to be in top shape when we go back at the case tonight". She left then, with a yawn and a stretch, and made her way to her room.
Greg, first off, had to jog back out to his car and grab his clothes. This did not take long, and after this task was done, he quite simply went to his 'room', to his, 'bed', and fell quickly to sleep, his mind coming up with a plan. He was going to act like a true gentleman for once in front of Sara, and as he perfected his scheme in his dreams, a smile formed on his peaceful features.
Sara awoke at 11:00 that night, and as she sat up and stretched, she felt rejuvenated. Almost 7 hours of sleep could do wonders for you. She lifted herself off the edge of her bed, and in a few minutes flat, she was dressed and ready to get to work again. She wandered out of her room, and walked out to the large room that served for her porch and living room. She saw the man's jacket on the couch, and she remembered that she had asked Greg to stay! She had completely forgotten. She had figured that he was still fast asleep in his room, and sure enough, when she had gone into his room, there he lay on the bed, fast asleep. She couldn't help but smile as she watched his face, seemingly without a care in the world. She watched his chest rise and fall, and it comforted her. She chuckled at how this was so, but she knew exactly why. She had seen her father die at the hands of her mother, and no matter how much she tried to console herself in the fact that her father was a horrible man, she never got over how she had seen the last rise and fall of his chest that marked the end of his life, and changed hers forever. Now, as she watched Greg breathing slowly, softly, she suddenly became afraid. The fact that she saw his life, his chest rise and fall with each breath he took may comfort her, but when she thought that she may see his chest suddenly stop…his life stop…
She stole a last glance before she exited the room. She slapped herself on the head at her total nonsense at how ridiculous she was being, but she could not steal a second glance into the dark room. However much she had wanted to look at Greg more, at his slim, but athletic figure, with his shirt buttoned with care and his jeans fitting loosely about his lower figure…
Sara stopped in the middle of her hall. Greg was completely ready for work? She suddenly realized what had happened about her. The bathroom still had traces of steam meaning Greg had had a shower already. Now the bathroom was shining clean, and everything was put away. The hall had been cleaned, and her mess of a living room had been tidied, with papers laid in neat piles, everything dusted. She made her way to the kitchen, which was to the right as soon as you entered the home, and she gasped in delight and relief. Everything had been wiped down, and all the dishes in the sink and on the counter had been cleaned. She smelled something sweet, and checked the fridge, where she was met with a delicious medley of fruits in salad form. There was also a very scrumptious sandwich packed and ready to be brought to work. She could not contain the wide smile that spread across her face as she realized that Greg must gave gotten up early to do all of this for her, and was why he was so sleepy now.
She decided to return the favour somewhat, as she couldn't make it up to him fully what he had done. She started boiling up some coffee and making him some simple breakfast foods as she let herself drown in the wonderful feelings she was having now, thinking of how someone had been so sweet…no, sweet wasn't powerful enough to describe the gesture Greg had just done.
She had been so lost in thought she didn't hear the quiet shuffling of feet in the hallway until the last second. She whirled around and saw a very dazed Greg standing behind her. "Hey Sara". His voice was thick with sleep, and it made him seem all the more innocent and appealing. Sara walked over and without a word hugged him tightly, but only for a few seconds. She backed away, and Greg looked at her, definitely awakened by the sudden act of affection. "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining" His sleepy characteristics gave way to wide grin.
Sara smiled. "You know why, Greg Sanders. I cannot believe you got up early and gave up some of your sleep time to clean up around my place. However, I think it was the most generous thing somebody's done for me in a long while, so I'll let it go. Here", she said as she gestured towards the hot toast and coffee, with an assortment of other foods, "I made this so you'd be able to eat and be ready to go to work. It's the least I could do for you."
Greg's face radiated with the satisfaction of making her feel so good. He smiled, and sat down. "Thanks, Sara. Come on, you have a fruit salad waiting for you to. Let's eat together."
Sara obliged and sat down, and they shared a nice meal together. Laughing, talking, and joking, they had a great time together…off the clock. It was a moment that neither of them would care to forget. But all things must come to an end, as this moment did as they finished up their food.
Sara's cell phone rang, as did Greg's. Greg walked out of the room to give Sara privacy, and went into the living room. He flipped his cell open, an answered with the usual, "Sanders", greeting. He listened to Brass on the other line, and his thoughts immediately left the wonderful feelings he was having and shot back to work. The phone call ended, and Sara came out to join him, as grim-looking as he felt, and probably looked.
"Another attack on a newlywed couple", Sara said. He could feel the annoyance in her voice, as he knew that she was blaming herself somewhat right now for not catching the psychos yet. "Only a few blocks from where the other couple was."
"Well, that makes sense", Greg added, "That part of town is new, constantly being moved into by new couples with lots of cash, who have built new houses there."
"There's more." Sara grabbed her coat, and opened the door. "They've escalated." Greg's mouth came open, as if to say something, but Sara finished his comment. "They've killed."
CHAPTER 7: TRUE AND FALSE
Luckily for the both of them, Sara had received a call during their nightly breakfast to state that her car had been brought to her apartment parking number, so they at least had a ride. They rushed out to the scene in silence, and got out into the shadows of the night to where they saw that Jim Brass was waiting for them. Kits in hand they walked up to him as he ordered some of his officers to secure the area. He turned and walked with them towards large, pale yellow house. It had a large veranda, a balcony from a room they assumed to be the master bedroom, and hanging plants hung everywhere around it.
"Hey guys", Jim greeted as they neared the white-painted veranda, hidden by scores of trees and small hedges and shrubs. "Here's what we've got this time. Newlywed couple once again, our vics are Timothy Fuster and his wife, Angela Fuster. The same thing, they were just getting home from their wedding reception, when everyone had gone home, and got attacked when just entering. They were drugged, and the man was tied and gagged while he had to watch his wife get gang raped and videotaped in the process. This time…"
"Things went a little to far"…Greg finished, trailing off as he rounded the last corner of greenery and saw the bloody remains of what was once Angela Fuster lying on the ground in front of him. Her skull was thrashed in, and her body a mess of bruises and gashes. Her whole torso seemed to be swollen. David Phillips, the assistant coroner, was assessing her body now, along with Nick, who had also been called to the scene to help. "Hey guys", Greg greeted as they stopped next to them.
"Sara, Jim, Greg", was how David greeted them as he scanned the body over looking for anything to link someone to the horrific murder. After a few more last-minute touches, he looked at Nick. "Okay, Nick, are you finished looking over the body, and documenting? I want to get the body back to the lab, although", he said gesturing towards the skull, "I wager I know what killed her."
Nick nodded in agreement, and sent David on his way. He stood up, and walked a few steps over to where Greg and Sara were waiting for the rundown of what happened. "Hey guys", he addressed them as he neared and stopped. "We still have the outside and inside to process, but first, let's get into details of what I've found out so far. I interviewed the husband, and we've gotten the same deal. They were just coming home from the wedding reception, and when entering the home late at night, they were ambushed by a group of men. Then they were drugged, and carried to the master bedroom, where the man was forced to watch while the men raped and beat his wife while the videotaped it."
"Only this time, they got a little too rowdy, I'm guessing", added Sara as she wandered around to the edge of the house looking about, "and when they were finished with savagely beating and raping her, it wasn't enough, and they took her out to the balcony and let her drop 10 feet to her death."
"Only this time, we have something going for us", Nick added. "The body was noticed only half an hour after the deed was done when someone from the neighbourhood was driving home from a business trip. We can trace the drugs inside the DB and hopefully get a connection with the drug and the serials. Also, something went wrong, according to the husband. Near the end, one of the men gave a loud squeal, and he heard something crash on the floor. Maybe something was left behind from that."
Sara nodded in agreement, and she looked back at the boys. "Okay, so who's going to do what?"
Nick piped up. "I'll take the outside, and start processing." He ran to get his kit from near the house.
"Greg? What are you going to take this time, upstairs or down?" Sara asked, but received no reply. "Greg?" She walked over to him, and saw that he was in a daze again. She clapped her hands near his ear sharply, and he jumped with surprise. He had a look of anger on his face, but when he realized that he was not paying attention to her, he quickly mumbled an apology. "Greg, what's up? You're always losing yourself in thought on this case…what are you constantly thinking about?" Sara's voice was not reproachful like Greg had expected it to be. It sounded almost like worry, with a tinge of curiosity. Not knowing what he was thinking was getting to Sara, and it almost pleased him to think that she cared about it at all.
"Sorry Sara. It's nothing, don't worry about it…I'll take the upstairs this time". Greg picked up his kit laying next to him, and camera swaying slightly about his neck, he made his way into the house and into the stairwell, carefully looking about him and leaving Sara dumbfounded.
Picking up her kit and making her way into the house also, she could have kicked herself for not remembering to ask him what was on his mind when he was at her house. Now she would have to find some way to get him to tell her himself. If that failed, she thought, then she would corner him when they were alone and intimidate him until he told her. Either way, not knowing what had Greg's mind so preoccupied wasn't an option anymore. She had to know. Sighing, she set herself down in the porch and started processing.
She had lifted dozens of fingerprints and fibres when something else caught her eye. She picked it up tenderly with a pair of tweezers. It looked like a small ragged cube of white, and with great care, she bagged it. She continued about the house after the porch was done, and collected more samples of blood, hair and prints until she reached the stairwell. Here was where Greg had taken over. She could hear him shuffling about, and she could hear the whiz of his camera not unlike her own. She wandered through the rest of her house, but she quickly saw that no other part of the house was touched by the brawl of last night. She was just looking at some of the pictures that lined the wall of the husband and now deceased wife when she heard Greg call out to her. She left the pictures and walked upstairs to the master bedroom where Greg's voice had originated. She entered the train wreck of a room, with blood spattered everywhere, and everything out of place, and walked to Greg who was on the balcony.
"Hey Greg, what's up?" Sara asked as she came to a stop next to him. The view from up there was stunning as the darkness on the Nevada horizon was starting to lift, revealing shades of darker and lighter purples. She looked up at Greg, who was staring down at the ground, where the woman once laid and a pool of blood now did. His face was hazy in the pre-sunrise darkness, but she could see that he was looking hard at something. "What are you looking at?"
Greg raised his hand, pointing to something behind Sara. "I think I see a big helping clue in our investigation'. Sara turned, and smiled, happily and determinedly when she saw that he was right. There was a video camera set up, looking directly at the entrance. If that tape had what they thought it had, then they were in definite business, and one step closer to catching their man...or men.
"Good eye Greg", she commented, as she saw Nick come from around the house. "Nick!" She called out, and he turned his head in their direction. "Look Nick! A security camera! See if you can pull the tape and get it to Archie!" He gave a thumb up in acknowledgement and headed towards where she had pointed. Sara turned away towards the room, and looked about. "Greg, how much do you have processed?"
Greg turned also. "I have most of it done. I only have the bed left to process, but I still need to look about the rest of the upstairs. Are you finished?"
"Yeah, I am. Listen, how about I process the rest of upstairs, and meet you in front with Nick? I'm pretty sure that there's not going to be anything though. The rest of the upstairs at our last crime scene and at Nick and Warrick's scene was spotless and untouched also."
"Yeah that's great. Meet you in a while then." He nodded and switched his attention to the bed sheets, while Sara had gone and searched out the other rooms. Like the other house, there were two bedrooms on that floor. Sara entered the first one only to see that it was just a storage room. Boxes littered the floor, and plastic bags and covers were everywhere. Sara looked about carefully, but she did not find anything. The majority of the boxes were empty and discarded, and the ones that were full only had things such as books and other items that had not found their place in the new house. She left, and soon entered the second room, and on an instant she felt a pure feeling of dread in her stomach.
The room was painted a pale yellow, lighter than the outside of the house, and a small cradle was placed in the corner of the room. There was a small white plastic table across from it, with diapers, change cloths and baby's clothes laid daintily on it. Toys that were still in boxes were piled up in the corner near the closet, and a wallpaper of puppies and kittens lined the room. Sara remembered the broken body of Angela, whose body was swollen. She had directed the cause to internal bleeding, and the blood building up in the body cavity. Now she knew the real reason. She was pregnant.
She heard a heavy, angry sigh behind her. She turned her head to see Greg, kit in hand, stare into the room with a glazed look in his eyes. She was about to ask if he was okay, when he spoke. "They wanted a family. They were just starting to be a family, not just husband and wife, but a family." He was about to speak again when Sara interrupted him.
"Greg, don't worry, we'll catch these sick people, make them pay for what they've done, what pain they've caused, what lives they've ruined. Getting worked up will not help us do that though. You need to calm down and look at the evidence… 'Leave your emotions'…"
" 'At home'", he finished, "I know, I know." He sighed again, and turned grabbing Sara's arm. "It's just that I kind of know how the husband must feel. A real man knows his responsibility is to protect his family, and when you can't protect the ones you love, you feel so helpless. And now, his wife and unborn baby are dead. He can't make it up to them. It's not right." He stopped, and Sara just stared into his hazel eyes, hidden behind his dirty-blonde curls. He shook his head lightly. "Come on, let's get back to the lab, and see if we can't find out who's been doing this."
"Oh Greg", Sara said, trying to console him slightly, knowing he was going through a lot of things that she really wanted to find out, to help him through. "This is not your fault, but it could be if you don't snap out of it and try to stop this from happening again. There must be some good news. Did you find anything on the sheets?"
Greg's face lightened. "Yeah, I did. I got a weird black substance from the upper sheets and pillows. It's really sticky, but I cannot tell what it is. Also, I found a little chip of hat appears to be metal on the floor, and this." He held up a little plastic baggie containing a fingernail. "The crooks weren't so careful this time around. I also got a call from Warrick from the lab while you were here in this room. Since he and Nick have been added to our case, he's been looking at all our stuff in the lab. We have a match from the seafood I collected from our first scene and the stuff the caterer's served at the wedding reception. Also, Nick collected food particles at his scene, and they also match to the food list of the first caterer's who also served at that wedding."
Sara arched her eyebrow at him like she always did when she was waiting for something else. He said nothing after however, and she started. "That doesn't sound right. These people are smarter that that…this seems like it's a set-up Greg. Is that all we've got to go on is that? That evidence is circumstantial at best, you cannot tell if it is true or false. We need something more concrete."
"Ooh, but there's more, dear Sara", he said with a grin, and added, "Warrick also found some big connecting point with all of our cases. The victims? Loaded with the green stuff. The wedding planner? Penny Callaghan. The people she hired? All three were the same, the same music crew, the same camera crew, and the same caterers. And what ties it all together was that all the help was underpaid."
"Then that means that we have our suspects. All we need is evidence that ties them to the scenes, and the murders."
"Exactly. Then we can make the twisted crooks pay for everyone they've hurt." Greg, in his newfound excitement that they were getting closer to finding the corks, almost dragged Sara down the stairs and through the door before she could even grab the evidence she had collected, and her kit. "Come on, let's grab Nick and head back to the lab."
"Fine, fine! Just stop pulling on my arm before you dislocate it." Greg, finally realizing that he had literally dragged Sara out of the house, let go, grinning wildly in Greg-fashion as he did so.
"Oops, sorry Sara. But you know how excited I get. I should be lucky I wasn't with Grissom today. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be as understanding as you are about being indignantly dragged out of a crime scene."
Sara laughed out loud, thinking of how Grissom would look being dragged out by the arm by his youngest underling. She teasingly shoved Greg out of the door as she agreed. "Alright", she called out as Nick came from around the corner with the security footage with him. She held her keys in her fingers. "Come on guys, let's get back to the lab and get this stuff processed.
"I dibs driving, Sara!" Greg called as he snatched the keys from Sara's outstretched hand, and they all made their way to Sara's vehicle as the sun rose bright and blazing, revealing another day in the city if sin.
They were making their way back to the lab in morning traffic, and the going was slow. The three of them were stuck in a particularly slow spot, and they were growing restless, especially Greg.
"Guyyyyyyys!" Greg called out in his best annoying 'little kid' voice. Sara and Nick rolled their eyes.
"What is it Greg?" Sara replied from the drivers seat. She had succeeded in retrieving the keys from a very protesting Greg, but now she wished she were the one in the passenger seat, not having to try and beat other people into the free lanes of traffic. Greg sat next to her, as he would not settle for anything less than shotgun, and Nick stayed quite peacefully in the back.
"Let's play a game while we suffer through this log jam, shall we? Please?"
Sara looked back at Nick in quiet pleading, but Nick wasn't with her today. "That sounds okay, Greg, actually." Sara gave him a look that meant, 'what have you done!?', but looked back and silently gave in to Greg's game. "What will we play?"
Greg though for a minute and, with an innocent shrug, suggested, "How about true or false?"
Sara smiled inwardly as she mulled over his suggestion. This would be the perfect way to weasel out of him what he had been thinking about.
"Sure, Greg, lets play that", Sara said, and both Greg and Nick stared at her.
"Sara, play a game? That I came up with? It must be my Sanders charm!" Greg's voice dripped sarcasm, and was promptly punished by a quick elbow to the ribs.
"It's new, I know, but hey, I don't want to be excluded. Who wants to go first?" Sara said, being slightly uncomfortable all of a sudden as she realized she may have to answer something she didn't want to.
Nick answered. "Why not? I'll go". He smirked as he looked at Greg, thinking of a good question for his little buddy. "Okay, Greg, true or false: you were 22 before you lost your virginity?"
Greg glared at Nick, but since he had already told Sara before (he couldn't remember why, or even how the topic had come about), and Nick had obviously known, he answered swiftly. "True. Okay, my turn, Nicky. Here's my question of revenge. True or false: you used to go wild at fraternity parties."
Nick cocked his head to the side and laughed. "True."
Both Greg and Sara had a laugh at that one. "Our little Nicholas Stokes, in a wild frat party? Perish the thought!" Sara said like an old woman, and Greg laughed even harder.
"Alright then, miss Sidle", Nick said, thinking of what to ask Sara. "True or false, Sara: You like singing Blondie while working."
Sara blushed, and looked at Greg, who was looking surprised at Nick, and then turned to her, looking her impishly in the eye. She never wanted to admit it, but Nick had caught her one time in the lab when she was working on a case of a raped woman who was shot twice. "True", she said.
No one laughed. Nick thought she had a really talented voice, and Greg looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Really, Sara? You sing? And Blondie, good choice. I would like to hear that one day…" That comment sounded un-Greg-like, until he added, "and then record it and play it over the lab." He cringed lightly and jokingly when his ribs got another jab from Sara.
"Alright then, Mr. Sanders", Sara said in her most joking tone, "My turn. True or false:" She stopped for a second, trying to figure out how to go about asking this question in true or false style. Then she realized she had nothing to go on, so she had to go for something else…maybe, she thought with a spark of boldness, 'If I can't find out about what he is thinking, I can find out more about him in the past'. She started again. "True or false: You didn't like sports, organized or single, when in high school."
Greg never wasted a second. "False", he said. Sara looked amusedly at him. He had once told her that he never played sports in high school, that he was a chess player…if he liked them, why didn't he play? "My turn again, Sara. True or false: You weren't always so into vegetarianism."
Sara grimaced as she thought of that rotting pig in Grissom's experiment. She remembered how she used to like beef jerky, but now the thought of it was absolutely disgusting. "Truuuue", she said, sticking out her tongue in disgust.
As the two of them laughed, Nick watched with slight interest. It seemed odd, how the chemistry between them was so perfect, and how Sara was being so open with Greg. The two of them had grown extremely close since their split, after Ecklie had put Warrick, Catherine and Nick on the swing shift and Grissom, Sara, Greg and Sofia on another, but this was another Sara. He smiled. It was welcome to see that she was finally letting herself enjoy something in her life. He decided that he had to ask Sara about that later, in a cautious way, so she would not go back into her shell.
He heard Sara ask Greg another question, this one being about if Greg liked to sing, and if he anybody had told him he was good, to which Greg blushed lightly and mockingly said 'No fair! That's a double question', but to which he answered with a double, 'True", to which Sara looked very pleased. "Guys, stop excluding me! I'm playing too, you know."