She exhaled deeply when Greg left the rooftop.

'Women like me shouldn't be aloud to date, we like war zones, we take friendly advice as something else,' she thought, her smile faded into a frown.

She thought of Greg's advice.

She thought of Grissom.

Greg was creatively fun. Immature. He could say all the right things- on occasions. He flirted with just about every woman he came across.

He flirted with her.

Grissom was an enigma. He was an enigma wrapped in a puzzle, secret, question and crossword puzzle. His smile…She lovingly remembered it.

One was accessible, one was not. She doubted somehow that Grissom would go out on a date with her, hell, she doubted she even be able to say the right words. And even if she did, Grissom would probably say the wrong ones.

She tried to think, think of the last time she was touched; in any sense of the words. And all she could remember were the strangers she brushed by, or the victims' hand she would shake.

She couldn't remember last time someone from the team had pattered her back – told her it was ok. Maybe she was meant to be alone in this world, she wiped a tear away. She breathed out heavily.

She wiped her tears away, and took a moment to compose herself, before heading back to the fire escape.

When she got back downstairs, she immediately went in search of Greg. She saw him behind the glass, analysing something beneath a microscope. She held her breath, and stepped into his domain.

"Hey Sara, back so soon?" He smiled.

"Have dinner with me," she blurted out, and lightly smiled.

"what?" he questioned loudly, he didn't expect her to take up his offer.

"Greg, have dinner with me." She affirmed.

"Ok." He said grinning, before looking for a camera, this was too good to be true.