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'Ok then, weirdest place you've had it.' As with all recent conversations, the talk of the evening once again turned to sex. Not that surprising, when you get nine guys together and throw in alcohol and a campfire.
The guy who had thrown out the question, Kieran, looked satisfied with himself, sitting back against the log, taking a swig of bottled beer he held in one hand. The beer was a reward, the thing Elliot had been up to the road to get during the day. Beer had never tasted so good as that first sip of cold froth sliding down parched throats. For at least ten minutes, no one had spoken, everyone had just discovered paradise.
The silence hadn't lasted though, and with the campfire blazing, surrounded by dark foreboding mountains and the sounds of the rushing river near-by, the conversation had descended into guy talk.
Sara sighed into her beer.
'On the balcony of a hotel.' One guy offered. Sara wasn't sure of his name, but he was younger than the rest, always wanting to fit in, be approved.
The answer went down well, and soon other guys offered out their experiences, most of them outdoor, and usually with something kinky thrown in as well.
'And what about you, Sara?' Lenny asked, leering over at her. She felt Greg, against whose legs she was leaning, stiffen at the question. But compared to the how many times a week she, what was the phrase they used? Pleasured herself, question, this was easy.
'Nowhere you're likely to see me.' She said.
'Oooh, like the private do you?'
She briefly met Matt's look, who grinned and looked down at his beer.
'I just know where perverts like you hang out.' Sara answered with a fake smile at Lenny.
'Ah, you wound me.' Lenny joked, hands clasped at his heart. 'Come on, then, what's better- outdoor or in?' He said, the challenge obvious in his voice.
Sara stared back at him, her look not giving anything away, as she felt every other pair of eyes on her. Greg and the others were quiet, the last time they had tried to speak up for Sara, Lenny had made some crude comment about sex in the labs, and if possible they had made it worse for Sara.
Finally, Sara put her head to one side, and thoughtfully said. 'Depends on the guy.'
'How so?' Lenny asked.
'Well, if they're like you and can't keep it up for more than a minute, then outdoors- might as well get some thrill from it.' She answered with a sweet smile. 'Now, if the guy can keep it up, then indoors, no question.'
Lenny looked momentarily wounded. He quickly moved onto his next victim, leaving Sara for now. She knew it was unlikely to be the end.
Greg nudged her on the shoulder with his beer bottle. 'Wanna go for a walk?' He asked.
Sara gratefully nodded.
Picking up one of the torches, Greg led the way past their temporary camp, down to the water's edge. The moonlight shimmered on the water, casting shadows all around that rippled with the water. It was so peaceful out here. Sara had gotten used to the noises that accompanied city-life, in some ways didn't hear them anymore. But standing here, hearing only the water, the occasional call of the birds, she realised how noisy the city was. Standing there in the darkness, she felt more peaceful than she had in a long time.
'You ok?' Greg asked, concerned. Sara looked back at him, only then realising he had stopped about a metre before her, and was just watching her.
'Uh, yeah.' Sara answered after some thought. 'The questions don't bother me. I can laugh them off. It's the comments that get to me more than anything. But thanks for the rescue. I don't know how much longer I could stand the testosterone.'
'And what, I have none?' Greg answered, looking hurt.
'Yeah, but get nine guys together, and it's testosterone overload.' Sara said. 'One or two male egos I can just about live with.'
'I won't take offence from it then.' Greg said with a grin.
'You're not like those guys- always having to prove yourself man enough. Nor's Warrick- Nick, I'm not so sure about.' She trailed off, wondering if she had just put her foot in it even more, but Greg just laughed.
Sara slowly sank to the ground. 'It's quiet out here.'
'It's weird. I've lived in the city all my life. This is too quiet.' Greg said, taking a seat next to him.
'Where'd you grow up?'
'Vegas. Lived there all my life. Wouldn't live anywhere else.'
'I used to live in this really small town. You know, where everyone knows your name, and your business. I hated it. Left as soon as I could.'
'Where'd you go?' Greg asked.
'Boston- got accepted to Harvard. Stayed there for a while after I graduated, but I hated the snow, so I left, went to Frisco. Back to the sun.'
'Where'd you meet Grissom?'
'He did some lectures, whilst I was at Harvard. Stayed in touch, and then he asked me to come to Vegas. Right out of the blue that was.'
'Wasn't it a hard decision? I mean, he called you one day, and you were here the next. And then you never went back.'
'I never really settled in Frisco, for various reasons. He happened to call when I was at breaking point. Didn't have anything to stay for, so I left.'
'Well, I'm glad you came.' Greg said.
'Thanks. I'm glad I came, too. The jobs great, the teams not half bad, and I'm doing what I always dreamed of. Why won't you leave Vegas?'
'Kind of grows on you. I've got all I want there. Why would I move?'
'Don't you ever want more? I mean, you always talked about doing the CSI thing.'
'If I did that, it'd be in Vegas- can't imagine working with a different team. How about you? Think you'll ever leave?'
'Don't know. Sometimes. When a case gets too much. When my mother calls and asks why I'm not married yet, and given her a grandchild.'
Greg laughed a little at that.
'But I've settled here more than I have anywhere else. And I don't have any great urges to have a kid.'
'No maternal instinct?' Greg joked.
'Depends on the time of the month, but no, not really. I mean, can you imagine me as a mother? I'd be terrible.'
'I think you'd be a great mother.' Greg said sincerely, causing Sara to look up at him. She started shaking her head in disagreement, but Greg stopped her. 'You're smart, caring, don't let things get to you. You're passionate about the things you care about. You always want the best for people.'
'I'm obsessed with work.'
'Because you have nothing else to be obsessed about. If you put all that energy and passion into being a mother you would be a great one.'
Sara still looked disbelieving, but bit her tongue. Greg sounded too sincere to knock down. 'Not like it's ever gonna happen, anyway.' She said instead.
Greg looked at her in question. 'No guy'd ever wanna be stuck with me.' She elaborated.
'I wouldn't be so sure about that.' Greg answered cryptically.
It was Sara's turn to give him a questioning look.
'When the time's right.' Greg said, looking away from her suddenly and out at the river. It hadn't been what he meant, but he knew he couldn't tell her what he did mean.
'Thanks Greg.' Sara said, her tone making him look up into her eyes. There was a slight smile to her face, making her look more relaxed than Greg could remember. When she was around the lab, or working a case, she was usually so serious, so tense about it.
Perhaps he could tell her. Perhaps he could put into words all he felt for her. Because here, in the darkness, in the peace and quiet, it just felt right.
'Sara, I.' He was halted by a single finger on his lips. He looked up at Sara, who was a lot closer now, staring at him intently.
'Don't. Please? I like this moment.' She whispered.
He stayed silent, as Sara took back her finger, still looking intently at him. He gazed back at her, just as intensive, meeting her look dead on.
'You know, I never really thought of you much outside of being such a damn good lab tech. Before this trip. And I'm sorry for that. I missed out on knowing you.'
'Doesn't matter.' He said, trying to shrug off the apology. It didn't matter, not now. Not sitting here.
'Perhaps it doesn't. Still sorry, though.' She whispered.
For a moment they were both silent, still intently studying each other by moonlight.
Ok, when I started this, wasn't gonna be anything but a simple team story. Till this thing with Greg started developing. I don't know if it's good or bad. I've never read a story with them together, and certainly didn't intend for them to be together- so tell me what you think- Greg and Sara, yes or no?
That's what you get when you write a story a chapter at a time with little planning (
'Ok then, weirdest place you've had it.' As with all recent conversations, the talk of the evening once again turned to sex. Not that surprising, when you get nine guys together and throw in alcohol and a campfire.
The guy who had thrown out the question, Kieran, looked satisfied with himself, sitting back against the log, taking a swig of bottled beer he held in one hand. The beer was a reward, the thing Elliot had been up to the road to get during the day. Beer had never tasted so good as that first sip of cold froth sliding down parched throats. For at least ten minutes, no one had spoken, everyone had just discovered paradise.
The silence hadn't lasted though, and with the campfire blazing, surrounded by dark foreboding mountains and the sounds of the rushing river near-by, the conversation had descended into guy talk.
Sara sighed into her beer.
'On the balcony of a hotel.' One guy offered. Sara wasn't sure of his name, but he was younger than the rest, always wanting to fit in, be approved.
The answer went down well, and soon other guys offered out their experiences, most of them outdoor, and usually with something kinky thrown in as well.
'And what about you, Sara?' Lenny asked, leering over at her. She felt Greg, against whose legs she was leaning, stiffen at the question. But compared to the how many times a week she, what was the phrase they used? Pleasured herself, question, this was easy.
'Nowhere you're likely to see me.' She said.
'Oooh, like the private do you?'
She briefly met Matt's look, who grinned and looked down at his beer.
'I just know where perverts like you hang out.' Sara answered with a fake smile at Lenny.
'Ah, you wound me.' Lenny joked, hands clasped at his heart. 'Come on, then, what's better- outdoor or in?' He said, the challenge obvious in his voice.
Sara stared back at him, her look not giving anything away, as she felt every other pair of eyes on her. Greg and the others were quiet, the last time they had tried to speak up for Sara, Lenny had made some crude comment about sex in the labs, and if possible they had made it worse for Sara.
Finally, Sara put her head to one side, and thoughtfully said. 'Depends on the guy.'
'How so?' Lenny asked.
'Well, if they're like you and can't keep it up for more than a minute, then outdoors- might as well get some thrill from it.' She answered with a sweet smile. 'Now, if the guy can keep it up, then indoors, no question.'
Lenny looked momentarily wounded. He quickly moved onto his next victim, leaving Sara for now. She knew it was unlikely to be the end.
Greg nudged her on the shoulder with his beer bottle. 'Wanna go for a walk?' He asked.
Sara gratefully nodded.
Picking up one of the torches, Greg led the way past their temporary camp, down to the water's edge. The moonlight shimmered on the water, casting shadows all around that rippled with the water. It was so peaceful out here. Sara had gotten used to the noises that accompanied city-life, in some ways didn't hear them anymore. But standing here, hearing only the water, the occasional call of the birds, she realised how noisy the city was. Standing there in the darkness, she felt more peaceful than she had in a long time.
'You ok?' Greg asked, concerned. Sara looked back at him, only then realising he had stopped about a metre before her, and was just watching her.
'Uh, yeah.' Sara answered after some thought. 'The questions don't bother me. I can laugh them off. It's the comments that get to me more than anything. But thanks for the rescue. I don't know how much longer I could stand the testosterone.'
'And what, I have none?' Greg answered, looking hurt.
'Yeah, but get nine guys together, and it's testosterone overload.' Sara said. 'One or two male egos I can just about live with.'
'I won't take offence from it then.' Greg said with a grin.
'You're not like those guys- always having to prove yourself man enough. Nor's Warrick- Nick, I'm not so sure about.' She trailed off, wondering if she had just put her foot in it even more, but Greg just laughed.
Sara slowly sank to the ground. 'It's quiet out here.'
'It's weird. I've lived in the city all my life. This is too quiet.' Greg said, taking a seat next to him.
'Where'd you grow up?'
'Vegas. Lived there all my life. Wouldn't live anywhere else.'
'I used to live in this really small town. You know, where everyone knows your name, and your business. I hated it. Left as soon as I could.'
'Where'd you go?' Greg asked.
'Boston- got accepted to Harvard. Stayed there for a while after I graduated, but I hated the snow, so I left, went to Frisco. Back to the sun.'
'Where'd you meet Grissom?'
'He did some lectures, whilst I was at Harvard. Stayed in touch, and then he asked me to come to Vegas. Right out of the blue that was.'
'Wasn't it a hard decision? I mean, he called you one day, and you were here the next. And then you never went back.'
'I never really settled in Frisco, for various reasons. He happened to call when I was at breaking point. Didn't have anything to stay for, so I left.'
'Well, I'm glad you came.' Greg said.
'Thanks. I'm glad I came, too. The jobs great, the teams not half bad, and I'm doing what I always dreamed of. Why won't you leave Vegas?'
'Kind of grows on you. I've got all I want there. Why would I move?'
'Don't you ever want more? I mean, you always talked about doing the CSI thing.'
'If I did that, it'd be in Vegas- can't imagine working with a different team. How about you? Think you'll ever leave?'
'Don't know. Sometimes. When a case gets too much. When my mother calls and asks why I'm not married yet, and given her a grandchild.'
Greg laughed a little at that.
'But I've settled here more than I have anywhere else. And I don't have any great urges to have a kid.'
'No maternal instinct?' Greg joked.
'Depends on the time of the month, but no, not really. I mean, can you imagine me as a mother? I'd be terrible.'
'I think you'd be a great mother.' Greg said sincerely, causing Sara to look up at him. She started shaking her head in disagreement, but Greg stopped her. 'You're smart, caring, don't let things get to you. You're passionate about the things you care about. You always want the best for people.'
'I'm obsessed with work.'
'Because you have nothing else to be obsessed about. If you put all that energy and passion into being a mother you would be a great one.'
Sara still looked disbelieving, but bit her tongue. Greg sounded too sincere to knock down. 'Not like it's ever gonna happen, anyway.' She said instead.
Greg looked at her in question. 'No guy'd ever wanna be stuck with me.' She elaborated.
'I wouldn't be so sure about that.' Greg answered cryptically.
It was Sara's turn to give him a questioning look.
'When the time's right.' Greg said, looking away from her suddenly and out at the river. It hadn't been what he meant, but he knew he couldn't tell her what he did mean.
'Thanks Greg.' Sara said, her tone making him look up into her eyes. There was a slight smile to her face, making her look more relaxed than Greg could remember. When she was around the lab, or working a case, she was usually so serious, so tense about it.
Perhaps he could tell her. Perhaps he could put into words all he felt for her. Because here, in the darkness, in the peace and quiet, it just felt right.
'Sara, I.' He was halted by a single finger on his lips. He looked up at Sara, who was a lot closer now, staring at him intently.
'Don't. Please? I like this moment.' She whispered.
He stayed silent, as Sara took back her finger, still looking intently at him. He gazed back at her, just as intensive, meeting her look dead on.
'You know, I never really thought of you much outside of being such a damn good lab tech. Before this trip. And I'm sorry for that. I missed out on knowing you.'
'Doesn't matter.' He said, trying to shrug off the apology. It didn't matter, not now. Not sitting here.
'Perhaps it doesn't. Still sorry, though.' She whispered.
For a moment they were both silent, still intently studying each other by moonlight.
Ok, when I started this, wasn't gonna be anything but a simple team story. Till this thing with Greg started developing. I don't know if it's good or bad. I've never read a story with them together, and certainly didn't intend for them to be together- so tell me what you think- Greg and Sara, yes or no?
That's what you get when you write a story a chapter at a time with little planning (
