She laid her head on his chest as his arms held her. She didn't think she would feel so happy again, but being with Greg was more than she imagined. She realized the difference now between being with an older man and one younger.
She looked at him staring up at the ceiling. "What's on your mind?"
He was still in disbelief. He felt amazing and yet incredibly guilty. The fact that she was still legally married bothered him the most. He was never the type to sleep with a married woman, least of all married to his former boss and mentor.
"I'm just praying this does not bite us in the butt," he told her.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that cute butt of yours getting hurt," she giggles, still feeling a buzz from all the wine and sex.
He glared at her. "I'm being serious here. You are still officially married."
She sat up a little to look at him better. "I told you he's heading for divorce. Besides he never had to know this happened."
Greg scowled. He knew it happened and that guilt would stick with him. He would feel better once he knew the divorce was official.
She frowned seeing he was not feeling the same way she was. "Was I that bad?" He looked at her with surprise. "What?"
"Was having sex with me that bad?" She asked more serious now.
"No, no," he shook his head apologetically. "You were great. I mean, gosh, do you know how often I've dreamed about being with you? You're amazing, Sara. I don't mean too make you feel you're not. I just think we should have waited longer," he explained.
She leaned down closer to him again, to stare into his eyes. "I thought you had waited long enough."
A crooked smile formed on his face. "That I have but after so long I could've held out longer."
She traced a finger down the center of his chest. "I don't think you could have."
"Well not with you touching like you were like you are again." He felt his cock stir as her mouth clamped down on his left nipple.
"Ahh…you…you should really stop that…shit!" He groaned when she started grinding against him again.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his side. "Ahh, stop, stop," he yelled as he shot up into a sitting position.
She sat back against the other side of the sofa, alarmed. "What's wrong?" She saw him clutch his side. "Oh God! Did I hurt you?"
"Doctor told me to limit my physical activity and here you are trying to kill me," he groaned.
"I'm sorry." She got up suddenly and shook her head. "I should go anyway."
He reached out and took her hand. "No, stay…for a little while anyway. Just no more coming onto me psychically, not that I don't appreciate it," he grinned.
She smiled softly at him. "No, I think I should go. Perhaps you were right in that we rushed things. We'll talk tomorrow though?" she asked, as she was not sure what he was really thinking.
He frowned a bit. "Sure, but are you sure you are okay to drive?"
"Yeah, I think the sex burned off the buzz. Besides I'm only ten minutes from you. Have a good night, Greg."
He went to walk her to the door but she was already letting herself out in a hurry. "Bye," he waved, knowing she wouldn't really see him anyway.
He went back and sat down after locking his door. All that just happened confused him. He had a feeling she was having regrets now about their sleeping together. He wished he had had more willpower to never do it in the first place.
Sara sat in her car outside his apartment as she was starting to realize what had really happened. Her supposed divorce papers had not even been filed yet and she already slept with Greg. It had not really hit her until she knew Greg was still in pain from his wound.
She realized the mistake he had been talking about now. It was too soon. She was still raw emotionally from what Grissom had done to her. Greg deserved better than to be used by her, which she had basically done. She had strong feeling for him but her feelings for Gil were still overwhelming those of Greg. She was being selfish and she knew it.
"After the divorce is final I can be with him," she told herself. She decided to keep her distance from him until it was final.
The next evening at work Sara was trying to avoid Greg, which he noticed right away. He had just come back from working a crime scene with Nick when he decided to look for her. He finally found her in the locker room. When she saw him, she tried to ignore him.
"What's going on with you all of the sudden?" He finally asked her.
She shrugged without looking at him. "Been busy today here, that's all." She closed her locker and started to push past him.
"Hey! Wait a moment." He grabbed her arm to get her to face him. He stared into her eyes with anger. She looked a bit scared.
"You're having regrets now, aren't you?"
"Greg, this isn't the right place to talk about this," she whispered.
"Well, we need to talk, if not now, after work. I told you I didn't want to get involved if it was going to be like this," he seethed.
"Please, not here Greg. We'll meet after work, I promise," she pleaded now, not wanting others to overhear them at work.
He calmed down some. "Fine, fine but we will talk." He let go of her arm and let her walk away.
When he was alone, he sat down on the bench and buried his head in his hands. He knew he was a fool for sleeping with her. "Damn you, Sara," he muttered under his breath.
"G, you okay?"
He looked up and saw Nick in the entranceway. He hoped he had not heard him. "Yeah, just tired. The painkillers fault."
Nick walked in closer. "You're hurting today? You looked okay at the scene."
"Yeah, well just sort of came on. I'll be fine though," he shrugged.
"Well, don't overdo it. You're still recovering from a pretty serious injury," Nick said to him, caring for his well-being.
He nodded his head. "I know, I'll be okay, really Nick." It's just Sara, he thought.
"Okay, well Doc Robbins wants to see us, so let's get going."
Greg sighed before getting up to go with Nick. It was turning out to be a long night.
Sara had dreaded talking to Greg. She had texted him to meet at a pub off strip. She went to it on occasion. She wanted some place public to talk to him. She knew he wouldn't be happy with what she decided.
She saw him come through the door, walking with the limp he still had from his foot injury. She noticed he didn't smile when he saw her like he usually would. He pulled out a chair opposite her and sat down. He hadn't even said hello. She knew he was mad.
"Greg, I'm sorry about earlier today. I know I was acting cold towards you. It's just that…I've been thinking and you were right that we jumped into this too soon," she told him.
"No kidding," he mumbled. She confirmed his fears that he was having second thoughts about the night before.
She looked into his eyes and could see the anger in them. "Look, everything can resume when the divorce papers have been officially filed by both of us. What happened between us, it was great but we both know it was too soon."
He blew out a breath before speaking, trying to keep his cool. "You know, Sara, you're the one who started all of this by coming back here. You're the one who came to me the other night and started coming onto me. You promised me you were ready to move on."
Sara looked down at her hands. "I know. I know I started all of this but it is what I want. I want you now." She gazed at him with tears in her eyes. "I just want it to be done right and being with you before the divorce is final is not right."
Greg shook his head. "I'm starting to think none of this is right."
A waitress came up and asked if they wanted anything to drink. Sara declined but Greg ordered a shot of tequila.
After the waitress walked away, Sara looked accusingly at him. "So you're going to get drunk tonight?"
"Yeah, maybe. You wanted to forget that night now I want to forget all of this," he said, his eyes dark.
"I've already hurt you when I said I wouldn't. I just can't seem to get things right lately," she said as she looked away from him.
He sighed. "Next time you come to my place, show me the divorce papers and then maybe we can try again."
She gazed at him a moment. "So you don't want to see me until then?"
"We'll see each other at work but outside of work, like you said, we need to keep our distance. No need complicating things more than they already are," he explained.
The waitress came back with Greg's shot. He drank it down immediately and asked for another. Sara frowned at him. "Did you drive here?"
"Actually I took a cab because I planned on getting drunk," he shrugged.
"Nice," she said sarcastically. "I'm turning you into an alcoholic."
He waved it off. "Nonsense, it's just a one time thing, besides I'm off the medication now, unless needed, so I felt it was time to let loose anyway. I mean after being chased through the woods, practically bleeding to death, then professing my love for a married woman while on my deathbed, to recovering and than having sex with said woman only hours after deciding she was divorcing her husband. I think I deserve a nice drunk day."
She scowled more. "I'm sorry, Greg. I'll try to stay out of your way until things are finalized. I don't want to make you have any more drinking binges. I'll leave you to your drinking and see you at work tomorrow, hopefully not too hung over."
As she rose to get up he toasted her. "Here's to us being able to move on with our lives someday."
She scowled a bit before saying good-bye to him.
He watched her leave and growled in frustration before the waitress served up another shot.
A couple of days went by and the rest of the lab once again noticed the tension between Greg and Sara. Nick pulled Greg onto a case with him so they could have a little talk about what was going on between his two co-workers.
Nick broke the silence in the trip out to the scene. "So Greg, what's going on between you and Sara? Prior to you two being shot out in the woods, you two were hardly talking. Then after that event you seemed to make up. Now the both of you are hardly speaking unless it's about a case. What's the deal?"
Greg sighed. He knew someone would bring it up eventually. The problem is he never really came up with a good answer. "We just have some differences of opinions on things and can't seem to come to an agreement. So until she decides what she wants to do, we've just decided to not get in each others way." He knew it was a poor explanation so he waited for Nick to pry further.
"That's rather ominous sounding. Almost sounds like you two have something going on," Nick chuckled.
Greg chuckled nervously in response. "Yeah right. No, I don't think so. She is Grissom's wife through and through."
"You know that whole marriage is still odd to me. I mean how can you just get married and be away from your husband for so long? I don't get those two," Nick said.
Greg shook his head as he looked out the window. "Me either, but they were always odd anyway," he shrugged.
"Well Grissom anyway," Nick added.
"True," he agreed. He still couldn't believe Grissom would let her go after all the years they spent trying to get together. It just did not make sense to him. If he had been in Grissom's place, he would have never been away from her as long as Grissom had been. He would not have taken her for granted like that.
"Well I hope you two work our whatever it is going on between you two," Nick told him.
"Yeah, I hope so too."