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The Colours of Misery

Chapter Nine

White

"Please stop..." Sara whispered placing her finger on Greg's lips. "I need you."

Greg felt sick, his stomach tied up in knots as he looked into her coffee coloured eyes realising that she didn't love him. That whatever they had between them was simply just a way for her to escape all of the things that didn't seem to fit in place in her life.

Sara's hand moved away to be replaced by her lips; she kissed him with a sorrow that he understood for the most miserable reasons.

"I should go." He whispered as she pulled away. Sara nodded climbing off his lap retrieving her robe to cover herself up while Greg quickly dressed; not that their attempts at modesty mattered as they had both seen each other in far less.

She followed him to the door like a lost puppy. He could tell that she wanted him to stay. Sara reached out her hand wrapping her fingers around his bring them to her lips. Greg looked away knowing that if caught her eye then he would find himself melting back into an embrace. He needed time to think, he needed time to get away from her and all of the things he was feeling. So he pulled his hand away and disappeared out of the door after giving her a quick nod.

Sara stood watching him as he climbed into his car and drove away; her heart sinking slightly. A dull ache weighted down her chest as she attempted to suppress the yearnings of her troubled heart.

She soon realised that perhaps this had all gotten too much.

She wondered if they had gone too far as a sense of anxiety built up in her system.

Later That Day

Sara sat in the locker room having completed her shift without seeing Greg once. He hadn't been sitting in the break room drinking coffee and arguing with Hodges like usual. Catherine had given her a case slip and with no excuse to buy herself time at the lab she had left for her scene. She didn't know what it was but she realised that a part of her missed him.

It was at that moment that the locker room door swung open and Greg appeared with an exhausted expression. He didn't say a word as he opened his locker and pulled out his jacket. Sara pulled herself up to stand behind him.

"I've missed you." She said in a meek voice that did not anything sound like her own. Greg turned to see her watching him intently with nothing but honesty in her eyes.

That look was all it took, he cupped her face and kissed her passionately letting her know that he had missed her too- that the he could barely stand the moments they spent apart. They pulled away quickly knowing that they were risking being caught by one of their co-workers.

"Mine." Sara whispered in his ear. She picked up her bag and walked towards the door casting on last smouldering glance in his direction prompting Greg into action. They climbed into their separate cars and drove to Sara's house the anticipation becoming increasingly intense as they got closer. Greg pushed Sara against her front door when they got back his hands running over her body and his lips on hers, as he realised that he couldn't control himself.

But then something stopped them both in their tracks.

"Honey is that you?" A familiar voice called from the other side of the door.

Sara froze up, her whole body tensing from fear, Greg's hands had moved away from her and he was muttering desperately for her to start breathing and answer the question. He gently guided her shoulders so that she was facing the door and gave her a small push. But before he could turn around and disappear the front door opened revealing Gil Grissom.

"Ah, hello Greg." He smiled broadly completely oblivious to the betrayal that the younger man had partaken in.

"Grissom, it's great to see you. I just came to steal some of Sara's record collection...I have a date tonight." he said speaking as quickly as he could. Greg hoped that his voice hadn't been too slurred and that he wasn't wearing Sara's lipstick giving away what they had been doing only yards away from where her husband had been.

"Oh, that sounds nice, come in." He said politely moving out of the way for the both of them to enter.

"I've missed you so much." Grissom said softly once they were inside he turned to his wife, pulling her into a gentle kiss taking in the smell of her perfume and the taste of her lips. He had one hand on the small of her back and the other in her hair.

Greg could hear the sound of his heart beat in his head as he gritted his teeth and his fingers curling into fists. Watching Grissom hold Sara like that just intensified everything he felt of her triple-fold. He wanted so much to step in; to tell Grissom his marriage was over. But as he watched Sara grip her husband tighter he realised that wasn't the case. Sara loved Grissom in the same way he loved her.

All of this time he simply just been the other man.

He cleared his throat finally causing the two to pull away from each other. Sara turned to him her eyes wide with guilt

"What kind of music are you looking for?" She asked the words like sandpaper on her tongue as she began walking towards the cabinet that held her records.

"Her favourite song is 'Me and Mrs Jones'." He said, his eyes not leaving Sara hoping she got the hint. From the way she seemed to pause from a second he knew that she had understood him loud and clear.

"Jazz...interesting... is this date...someone we know?" Grissom asked in a friendly tone, sitting himself down on the sofa.

"No, I don't think so." Greg said attempting to match the conversational tone. Sara returned with a few records in her hand.

"Kind of Blue by Miles David, and I've dug up some of my Coltrane." She attempted to smile as she handed them to her lover hoping that the way they were speaking didn't come across as too familiar. "Those should keep you going."

"Wonderful choices." Grissom chimed, with a glazed over eyes.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it, thanks for these Sara and I'll let you know how my date goes tomorrow." Greg announced realising that he could no longer bare the presence of her husband.

Their eyes met once more but seemed to paint two completely different images.

Sara looked helpless; she had once again fallen under the spell of Gil Grissom's bizarre charm.

Greg looked distraught; he had once again been forced to experience losing Sara to that same man.