It's nice to have something fun to return to after all the angst fics I've been writing.
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Both Greg and Sara were still in the break room, left slightly dazed by the camera flash, and the notion that someone had caught them.
And they had evidence.
Incontestable evidence.
"What do we do now," Sara said, looking round blankly. She was afraid; she didn't want anyone to see the photo.
It wasn't because she was ashamed. But more because she wasn't exactly sure what was going on between her and Greg.
And if she didn't understand it, who could she explain to anyone else?
How could she defend herself to anyone if she didn't even know what it meant?
"Hey, I'm just a lab tech, you're the CSI," Greg said with a smile, interrupting her thoughts and endless self-questions.
Sara gave him a cold look; to her, he seemed to 'at ease' with the whole incident. She wasn't going to be made a fool so easily…
"Greg, I swear if you put someone up to this…" She began her threat, but was swiftly cut off.
"..Hey! What would I have to gain?" Greg said defensively. He moved slightly closer to her, and looked her in the eyes, to show that he was genuine.
His movement caught Sara's attention, and their eyes locked. The tension in the room seemed to subside.
They stood for a moment, just looking at each other. Sara's face softened slightly as she looked into his eyes, and she suddenly felt less tense.
"You don't seem to be too bothered about it." she said softly, in a near whisper; trying to drag herself back to reality.
It was weird; the stuff that had been happening between them. Her mind was fluctuating between 'Greg being a cute, funny guy,' and 'Greg; the guy who can see who you are, and knows all the right things to say.'
He looked away and smiled, "Only because getting stressed out about it would get us nowhere." He said, his gaze returning to her.
"Yeah, You're right…" She said, voice trailing off.
'Like usual.' Greg thought with a grin, but kept it to himself.
"So, what do we do now?" He said, repeating her earlier question, and turning the tables on her.
"We…interview suspects, work out who's lying." She said, think about each word; but phrasing it as though it was common sense.
"What exactly do we ask? If they've touched a camera in the last 24hours?" Greg said with mock superiority.
"Greg, and I thought you were a smooth talker," she began, pretending she was shocked, ""you'll work something out," she continued.
"It's good to be working with you Sara." Greg said with honesty.
He was thinking of kissing her again, but if there happened to be another camera flash, he was sure she'd explode at him.
"The only reason I'm with you is because you can help me," she said, a tone of hostility in her voice.
"In more ways than one," he rebuked, raising his eyebrows.
She frowned at him; she wanted to smile, but this was getting dangerous. She gestured to the door,
Greg smiled, and ran his tongue over his lips, "Kiss for good luck then?" he said hopefully.
She gave him a frown, and gave him a small push on the shoulder toward the door; which caused Greg to stumble backwards, and fall to the floor.
The corners of her mouth curved upward into a smile at the sight of this.
Greg narrowed his eyes, and although he tried to frown at her, he ended up smiling. And although he was on the floor, he didn't mind, because she was smiling.
And it was good to see her smile.
"We don't need luck, we need a miracle." She whispered quietly to him.
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Both Greg and Sara were still in the break room, left slightly dazed by the camera flash, and the notion that someone had caught them.
And they had evidence.
Incontestable evidence.
"What do we do now," Sara said, looking round blankly. She was afraid; she didn't want anyone to see the photo.
It wasn't because she was ashamed. But more because she wasn't exactly sure what was going on between her and Greg.
And if she didn't understand it, who could she explain to anyone else?
How could she defend herself to anyone if she didn't even know what it meant?
"Hey, I'm just a lab tech, you're the CSI," Greg said with a smile, interrupting her thoughts and endless self-questions.
Sara gave him a cold look; to her, he seemed to 'at ease' with the whole incident. She wasn't going to be made a fool so easily…
"Greg, I swear if you put someone up to this…" She began her threat, but was swiftly cut off.
"..Hey! What would I have to gain?" Greg said defensively. He moved slightly closer to her, and looked her in the eyes, to show that he was genuine.
His movement caught Sara's attention, and their eyes locked. The tension in the room seemed to subside.
They stood for a moment, just looking at each other. Sara's face softened slightly as she looked into his eyes, and she suddenly felt less tense.
"You don't seem to be too bothered about it." she said softly, in a near whisper; trying to drag herself back to reality.
It was weird; the stuff that had been happening between them. Her mind was fluctuating between 'Greg being a cute, funny guy,' and 'Greg; the guy who can see who you are, and knows all the right things to say.'
He looked away and smiled, "Only because getting stressed out about it would get us nowhere." He said, his gaze returning to her.
"Yeah, You're right…" She said, voice trailing off.
'Like usual.' Greg thought with a grin, but kept it to himself.
"So, what do we do now?" He said, repeating her earlier question, and turning the tables on her.
"We…interview suspects, work out who's lying." She said, think about each word; but phrasing it as though it was common sense.
"What exactly do we ask? If they've touched a camera in the last 24hours?" Greg said with mock superiority.
"Greg, and I thought you were a smooth talker," she began, pretending she was shocked, ""you'll work something out," she continued.
"It's good to be working with you Sara." Greg said with honesty.
He was thinking of kissing her again, but if there happened to be another camera flash, he was sure she'd explode at him.
"The only reason I'm with you is because you can help me," she said, a tone of hostility in her voice.
"In more ways than one," he rebuked, raising his eyebrows.
She frowned at him; she wanted to smile, but this was getting dangerous. She gestured to the door,
Greg smiled, and ran his tongue over his lips, "Kiss for good luck then?" he said hopefully.
She gave him a frown, and gave him a small push on the shoulder toward the door; which caused Greg to stumble backwards, and fall to the floor.
The corners of her mouth curved upward into a smile at the sight of this.
Greg narrowed his eyes, and although he tried to frown at her, he ended up smiling. And although he was on the floor, he didn't mind, because she was smiling.
And it was good to see her smile.
"We don't need luck, we need a miracle." She whispered quietly to him.
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