There he was, he'd just got his first coffee of the night and was heading to the break room to wait for her. Having slept and showered he was feeling pretty stupid, he'd panicked, he'd freaked out, and he knew it. So he was going to make it up to her. He was going to wait for her in the break room and say something that would completely make everything better...
"What the hell is your problem?" He span around, 'Oh no,' was his first thought, quickly followed by 'Go, say it, say it' but he wasn't fast enough, "I don't understand, if I did something wrong why couldn't you just tell me? Everything that happened yesterday, it might not have meant much to you, but it..." she was cut off as the break room door opened and Nick walked in. Her eyes burned into him, he could see the anger flicker in her eyes and it ripped through him like a knife. He couldn't say what he wanted, not with Nick there, so she turned on her heel and left. He reached out to her, hoping to stop her.
"Sara," was all he could manage as she stalked off down the hall. He sighed, that was that, there was no way he was going to be able to think straight until she came back. He'd have to wait.
It was nearing 2am before Sara came back. Greg had been working on one of his cases in the lab as he saw her walk past. He left his seat and went to go after her, but just as he got through the door he felt a hand on his arm as Catherine stopped him.
"She's had a rough shift," he looked at her briefly before looking over to the locker room, "the case was difficult enough as it was, but the Mother went a little bit overboard, took it out on Sara... she's in custody cooling off as we speak, the Mother that is..."
"Oh... right, well... I'll just... see if she's alright," he felt a rumble of worry flow over him as he headed towards the locker room, he hoped she wasn't going to beat him senseless seeing as she would already be wound up.
She was fumbling through her locker when he got there, so he leaned up against the door frame and waited for her to finish. She hadn't seen him and was about to take her top off until he, being the gentleman that he was, decided now would be a good time to make his presence known. He cleared his throat and his eyes darted about the room, he'd stopped her just in time. "Can we talk?"
She'd just started to pull her top up when he spoke. She looked at him and pushed it back; turning towards him, he saw that a large red stain appeared to be the reason for her change in clothes. There was an awkward silence as he studied her, confused. She lifted her arms up before letting them fall heavily back down again, "The Mother of the victim at the crime scene I was just at threw her drink on me..." she sounded exasperated before turning back to her locker. Realizing she couldn't do much else whilst he was still there she slammed the door shut and turned back to face him fully. Before she could begin another verbal attack he began what he'd been practising all night.
"I'm... sorry... I don't know why I left, I panicked... when I woke up and saw you, I started to wonder if you... if..." he was stumbling over his big speech, he decided to just speak from his heart, "last night, it meant a lot to me, and I know that didn't really come across when you woke up and I'd disappeared, but I was so afraid that when you woke up, you were going to tell me it was all a mistake, I just... I don't think I could have coped with that," he looked up from the floor but wasn't quite brave enough to look her in the eyes. After making it half way up her frame, he bottled it and went back to studying the floor. He saw a shadow appear and a familiar scent draw closer. He looked up and was taken aback at how close she now was. He scanned her face and the ache in his gut subsided as he saw a small smile forming.
She cupped his face in her hands and stroked his cheek bone, "I don't regret a single moment," he felt a wave of déjà vu rush over him. She leaned up to him and planted a kiss on his lips, allowing her hands to fall to his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze as she did so. He stroked her hair, now straight and flicked outwards at her shoulders.
"Well, good, neither do I..." he whispered to her before kissing her forehead, "do you think maybe we could try again? This time without the alcohol and confusion..." he ran his thumb softly along her jaw as he lost himself in her eyes.
She smiled up at him before breaking away and returning to her locker, pulling her top up over her head and throwing it in before pulling out another one. Greg quickly averted his eyes and ended up staring at the floor again. "OK, as long as you promise you won't run out on me the following morning..." he looked up at her, knowing exactly what she was insinuating. She smirked at him as he caught her gaze. He cleared his throat again before looking back to the floor. He heard her laugh quietly into her locker.
When he looked up she was fully clothed. She stood in front of him once more, "Promise?"
He flashed a smile, he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, "Yes... I promise,"
"Good, same time, same place next week, Sanders, don't let me down..." and with that she left, taking with her his heart. For the rest of the evening, a goofy grin would be plastered across Greg Sanders' face as he drummed out rhythms with his hands on every surface, and thought about the week ahead.