DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI
Alright, here's how I'm gonna do this. Theres gonna be a chapter from Greg's P.O.V. and one from Sara's P.O.V. and they're both going to be about the same day. So people will say the same things, the same stuff will happen etc. And because I love Greggo so much, I decided to put his P.O.V. last. So this chapter is about Sara. After these two, there will be a chapter explaining how they got together and then maybe an epilogue., from somebodies P.O.V. I haven't deicded who's yet, if anybody had an idea of who's they liked best let me know!
Also thanks to everyone who reviewd or PMed me about the last chapter, glad you liked it!
Sara blinked slowly as the sunlight streaming through the window roused her from her sleep. She woke up in the position she was becoming used to, the same position she'd woken up in most mornings for a month now. Her head rested on Greg's abs, her arm lazily draped across his chest. One leg was wrapped around his, and one outstretched arm travelled up his neck, to where her hand gently hooked around his neck. Greg lay flat on the bed, his limbs spread out with the exception of the arm that held her to him, pressing skin against skin, as if claiming her for his own.
The voice of a morning radio presenter wafted into the room from the open window of the people in the apartment downstairs.
"...another perfect morning in Vegas. With temperatures over 25 degrees celcius, you might want to cancel your plans for hiking or rock climbing, but in the city there will be plenty of breeze to help keep you cool..."
Sara slowly got up from the bed, careful not to wake the man tangled between the sheets. She storde over to the slightly open window and drew the white transparent curtains open. She wasn't sure why Greg had even bothered to buy them, they didn't really keep out the light or stop people from looking in. They were pretty though. She arched her back and stretched her arms out, awakening all her muscles from their slumber. Outside, she could see the paper boy cycling past their apartment building and an elderly couple out for an early morning stroll. The people in the apartment above them must have been cooking breakfast as the smell of bacon wafted through the window. Rubbing her eyes again, she turned around to watch the sleeping form of her boyfriend.
She giggled softly as he muttered something about rescuing Jessica Biel from aliens and goblins. It was funny how despite the real-life murderers and rapists he heard about every day, fictional monsters were still more of a threat to him. She supposed it was because he really was a child at heart.
Sara slowly sauntered out of the bedroom into the open plan kitchen/living room. There were no curtains there to keep out the light, and the morning sun shone through the windows. She set the coffee maker to boil and opened Greg's cupboards for anything that could be described as breakfast worthy food. His fridge mainly consisited of candy bars and cans of soda, none of which qualified as breakfast. On the top shelf, there sat an array of jars, jam's and chocolate spread and peanut butter and honey, as well as the various homemade chutney-things his mom sent him every year, that they only opened for the purpose of trying to guess what was in them. She also found the remains of last night's chinese take-away, which would probably end up going to Lola later on in the day, as a pineapple that Greg had taken upon himself to buy, and some bacon.
Bacon was good. People ate bacon for breakfast all the time. She closed the fridge door and threw a few slices of bacon on the grill, setting the egg timer beside the oven so she'd know when it was ready. She poured herself a cup of coffee, leaving a mug out beside the coffee maker for Greg when he decided to wake up. Sara pulled open the double doors that led out to the balcony, delighting in the cool breeze that lingered on her skin. Looking out over Las Vegas, it was possible to believe that it really was the perfect city. That nobody beat people up and raped them in alleyways, that gunshots and screams were a foreign sound. Sara always enjoyed this time of day, looking out onto the streets that surrounded Greg''s apartment, because in a residential area like this, crime was rare. That was probably one of the reasons why Greg didn't live very close to his work, as the Las Vegas Crime lab sat in the middle of the highest crime rate in America, right at the centre of it all. It was nice to look out and get away from that, pretend it didn't even exist.
She was awakened from her thoughts by unexpted contact, as Greg came out onto the balcony and hugged her from behind, histoned arms wrapping around her waist, enveloping her in his scent. She was suddenly warmer, and it had little to do with the sun, and more with the gentle embrace of somebody who loved her very much. Sara realised, that even if she stood right in the middle of a Las Vegas alleyway in the middle of the night, she could not feel safer than she did when she was in Greg's arms. She felt more secure in his embrace than she ever did anywhere else.
"Good morning beautiful." he whispered into her ear, and Sara felt her heart skip a beat.
"Morning sleepyhead." she said playfully, turning around to kiss him on the cheek. He looked just the same as he always did in the morning, his soft hair falling into his eyes before he'd gotten the chance to put hair gel in it, his hazel eyes squinting as if the light was too much for them, his voice slightly cracked and uneven.
"Sleep well?" he asked her, finally breaking the hug and turning her around to face him.
"As well as I could with you murmuring about aliens and goblins and Jessica Biel."
He blushed a little, and Sara had an overwhelming desire to touch his flushed cheeks, but her hands were enveloped with his as they stood facing each other.
"Sorry." he muttered, a small smile spreading up him face. Sara had never thought she'd fall for a guy with dimples. And yet, standing there with Greg, she couldn't imagine anything more endearing.
"It's alright, it's cute." she told him, taking a step to close the gap between them.
"You know what else is cute?" he asked, pressing his lips to hers. In that moment, the world seemed to stop as if it was just the two of them on that balcony in the Las Vegas morning. Her brain, desperately trying to slow down time, her jand coming up to tangle her fingers in his soft hair. Even though her eyes were closed, Sara could still fell her pupils dialating, similar to the way victims of drug overdose do. Because she was high on Greg. He was her drug. Slowly, he drew back from her, a small sigh emitting his slightly parted lips.
"Do I smell bacon?" he asked her.
"The only edible thing in your fridge." she smiled back.
"My whole fridge is nothing but edible." he replied, a mischevous grin on his face.
"If you felt like living on candy bars and soda." she replied.
"I can't think of anything more perfect." he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I can." she replied, kissing him again.
When they finally drew apart, the egg timer was beeping, signalling that the bacon was ready.
He took her hand in his again and slowly led her to the kitchen.
"You want toast to go with that?" he asked her as she opened up the grill and turned the bacon over.
"Sure." she replied, as Greg went scavenging in one of his cupborads.
"Let me just find some... here we go." he said proudly, taqking a packet out of his cupboard and pushing it closed with his hip.
"You actually have bread?" she asked him.
"Not just any bread."
"Oh no. Should I be fearing for my safety?"
"Lao Bing."
"Lao Bing?"
"Chinese flatbread."
"You're going to make toast out of chinese flatbread?"
"I am."
"I think I'll pass on the toast."
"Too late. I'm going to force-feed it to you."
"You're crazy." she laughed.
"You love it." he grinned.
The toast was actually surprisingly good, although it didn't really go with the bacon. Then again, she could count on one hand the number of meals she'd had since she and Greg moved in together that actually went well together, and had to admit she almost enjoyed the mismatched eating habbits of her boyfriend.
They drove to the lab in seperate cars, as they still needed their trucks at work, and besides, they still hadn't really told the team officially that they were dating.
Nick knew, thanks to the whole apartment thing. It was that day that they'd decided to move to Greg's apartment permanently, because being a lab tech, less people knew where to find him, as it wasn't compulsary to give his adress and he rarely got called in after shift anyway.
Grissom knew, he'd seen them at the bar on Valentines night and although he hadn't spoken, she assumed that Nick had filled him in.
Greg had told her that Archie had figured it out, and she had a suspicion that Warrick knew, because he seemed to be looking at her differently. Also, Catherine and Brass had been doing a lot of giggling recently, and Catherine seemed to find asking Greg for DNA results the best part of her day, judging by how eager she was to drop stuff off at his lab. Sara assumed they had figured it out too.
As she sat in her car, wondering why she bothered waiting the usual seven minutes before walking into the lab so people wouldn't see them arriving together, she got a text from Greg.
Hodges knows
G xx
Hodges knew. So that probably meant the whole building knew. And Sara found herself not caring. It wasn't like she was Greg's supervisor, in fact, her being a CSI and him being a lab tech, it wasn't like they were even considered working on the same shift. And so, even though it had only been four minutes, Sara got up and walked into the building, suddenly feeling very free now that her secret was out.
She was called out to a D.B. in the forest with a very giggly Catherine, and even better, the officer on duty was an equally giggly Brass. Sara couldn't remember ever seeing a grown man act so much like a teenager. Except for Greg of course.
When they returned to the lab, Catherine immediantly offered to take the DNA sample of their John Doe to Greg, practically falling over her feet on the way there. Sara didn't mind. She could go talk to Greg during her break time.
A few hours passed, and Nick came in and told her that they were heading out to a diner for lunch.
"You wanna come?" he asked her.
"I said I'd go..."
"Greg can come too." he told her, guessing who she'd already made lunchtime commitments with.
"Alright then. I'll go get him. Thanks Nick."
"No problem. Tell him to hurry up."
Five minutes later, with Greg in tow, Sara headed to the diner where she'd agreed to meet the other CSI's.
"All the lab techs know about us you know." Greg told her.
"Hodges told them?" she asked.
"Archie says they've been trying to figure it out for a while now. And we kind guessed about Wendy."
"Yeah, that we did." Sara laughed, remembering the closet trick.
"So I think that's just about everybody now?" he asked, counting on his fingers the people who knew about them.
"We should probably just come out and tell them." Sara suggested.
"I thought you'd never ask." he replied.
"Really?" she asked him.
"Well, you know, dating a lab tech, not really the best way to boost your social standings." he said, looking at the ground.
"You thought I'd be embarassed?" she asked, more than a little surprised.
"A little." he replied, hanging his head.
"That's it, we're telling them right now." she replied.
"And how do you propose we do that?" he asked, his slightly cocky and very endearing attitude returning.
"Actions speak louder than words." she told him, reaching out to take his hand.
And so, hand in hand, they walked into the diner.
Nick and Warrick, sitting opposite the door were the first to notice. Warrick nudged Nick and gazed pointedly in their direction, Nick met Sara's eyes and smiled. He was glad he didn't have to keep the secret anymore. Catherine, sensing the tensions, turned around, as did Brass, and the both of them started the nudging and giggling thing that they seemed to do non stop. Grissom, who'd decided to grace them with his presence for once, turned around last and tilted his head to one side, studying them as if they were a particularly interesting specimen.
"There's something we have to tell you." Sara said, when they were close enough to the table.
"Greg and I, are in a relationship." she continued.
"With each other." Greg clarified.
There was silence for a minute, until Catherine finally broke the glass. Turning to Warrick, she patted him on the shoulder.
"You owe me twenty bucks."
"And you owe me ten." Brass told her.
"You owe me ten too." Warrick reminded her.
"SO technically you only owe me ten." Catherine reasoned.
"No, I'll just give you twenty and you give me ten. I like to feel like I've won something." Warrick grinned, taking out his wallet.
"I've won something. Give me my ten bucks." Brass cut in.
"Ok, here. You'rre the only one actually making a gain." Catherine told him, taking the twenty bucks from Warrick and giving him and Brass ten each.
"What can I say, I'm smart." Brass shrugged.
"You guys were betting on us?" Greg asked them.
"I had twenty bucks down that you would tell us before Ausgust." Catherine explained.
"You couldn't have waited like, a week?" Warrick asked.
"Sorry Warrick." Sara grinned.
"And Catherine bet both of us ten bucks that Greg would be the one to tell us." Brass explained.
"And she lost." Greg grinned, pulling up two chairs. It didn't escape anybodies notice that he held the chair out for her before sitting down himself.
"You guys are ridiculous." Sara sighed, sitting down.
"True." Catherine laughed.
"You know what else is ridiculous?" Nick asked.
"What?" they replied.
"How bad this coffee is." he laughed, taking a mouthful. He grimaced.
"It is pretty bad." Warrick agreed.
"Are you getting the good stuff now Sara?" Nick asked her.
"Yep. Blue Hawaiin every morning." she smiled.
"No fair." Nick pouted.
"I don't understand why you guys don't just buy some of it yourselves." Greg laughed.
"Why should we, when you have it?" Warrick replied.
"I need to stop sharing." Greg shook his head.
"You actually did a pretty good job of not sharing. This, I mean." Catherine said, gesturing from Sara to Greg.
"How long have you known?" Sara asked.
"About two weeks." she smiled.
"You guys knew before Nick." Greg realised.
"How did he find out?" Warrick asked.
"I went to Sara's apartment and um... she had company." Nick told her.
"Company dressed in very little?" Catherine guessed.
"Spot on." Nick smiled.
"How did you find out?" Greg asked Catherine.
"I heard you on the phone at a crime scene." Catherine told Sara.
"Ah." Sara nodded, everything beginning to make sense.
"And then we were kind of in the locker room and..." Catherine trailed off, giggling.
"Wait, who's we?" Greg asked her.
"Me, Brass and Warrick." she said, pointing as if he didn't know who was who.
"Locker room?" Nick asked, confused.
"Showers." Catherine explained.
"Oh." He nodded, understanding now.
"That's what all the giggling was about." Sara realised.
"Grissom, you haven't said a word. Did you know?" Catherine asked their supervisor.
"I did." he confirmed.
"How long?" she pressed.
"A week." he told her.
"When d'you find out?" she asked, desperate for more details.
"Valentines night. I saw them at a bar when I was on a case with Nick." he said simply.
"We didn't know you two knew." Warrick said, pointing at Nick and Grissom.
"We knda figured you did." Nick laughed.
"Really?" Catherine asked.
"The giggling." Grissom interjected.
"And none of you guys mind?" Greg asked them.
"Why would we?" Catherine shrugged.
"We're just shocked that you tried to keep it hidden from professional investigators." Nick smiled.
"And Brass." Warrick reminded them.
"Professional investigators and Brass." Nick corrected.
"Hey, I'm an investigator too." Brass insisted.
"You're a cop." Catherine told him.
"A detective." He corrected.
"Whatever." she sighed.
"What we really all wanna know is, when did this start?" Catherine asked, turning to Sara and Greg.
"Three months ago." Sara told her.
"How?" Catherine asked.
"Will you tell them, or will I?" Greg asked Sara.
"You do it." Sara smiled, eager for a chance to hear his voice again.
"Alright then." Greg smiled, taking her hand under the table. He turned to the others. "Well it all started when..."
