*I got this idea whilst watching a CSI DVD and eating Fun Dip…dedicated to A Bloom because, in a moment of weakness, I became her bitch and wrote a Greg/Sara and posted it :)*
*Set during Season Two; spoilers for "Bully For You"*
*I tried to get into Greg's mind…it was sort of hard getting into the mind of a guy…but I think I did ok…for a girl :)*
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I watch as "Mr. Suave" turns and hurries away from her, a heave rising in his throat. There really is no room for a guy with a weak stomach in this line of work…in her line of work. As I pass her in the hallway, I catch a whiff and hold back a shudder.
"You smell like death," I comment softly.
"I've heard!" she snaps.
She's always been feisty…tenacious…that's one of the many things I love about her. I slowly walk past her, but turn before leaving.
"Y'know…a real man wouldn't mind."
I let my words hang in the air for a moment before turning around once more and walking off. I can only hope that she hears those words as more than a joke; I really mean it. A real man wouldn't care if she stunk. Yes, I know there was that one time I gushed to Nick about this amazing girl I went on a date with who smelled sooooo good, but…she wasn't Sara. Sara can get away with things other girls can't…like smelling like eau d'death…and still be irresistible.
Boy, would I love to have the chance to sweep her off her feet. I can be really romantic. I know, around the lab I goof off and act bizarre, but I'm just trying to lighten up the atmosphere and make people laugh. It's my nature…to make people laugh. Laughter, to me, especially female laughter, is a beautiful sound. It means happiness.
I think I would be able to do anything to make her happy…even give up my carnivorous cravings for rack of lamb. I had a friend in college who was a vegetarian, and she asked me not to eat meat in front of her…I never got that about some vegetarians. I mean, it's not like I, a guy who mainly eats from the meat group of the food pyramid, ever asked her to not eat salads in front of me. But I digress…the point is, I would do anything for her…even give up meat…Merlot doesn't have any meat products in it…right?...
It gets kind of lonely being all alone in the DNA lab, so I have often passed the hours thinking about what the perfect date to take her on would be…because only perfect things will do when it comes to Sara. I haven't exactly worked out all of the details yet, but the night ends with the two of us reclining on my couch, holding each other as music wafts around the room. I don't care how much Sara tries to convince me, listening to a police scanner is not the same as listening to music.
I will never tell her this, at least not yet, but I truly believe we are meant to be together…because I can love her through anything. Because she can wear one of those hideous jumpsuits, and I'll still love her. Because she can be blind to the chemistry between us and take years to come around, and I'll still love her. Because she smells, and I still love her.