Thanks for all the reviews! I myself am a Greg/Sara shipper, but there won't be any Grissom bashing. Jorja's back on the show, so …..yay! Let's keep our fingers crossed and hope that George comes back soon. Its my summer holidays so expect regular updates. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Greg slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurred and his head hurt like hell. He saw some figures standing over him but he couldn't make out who they were. "Greg? Are you up?" Catherine?, he thought. Gradually, his vision became clearer as he realized who the people were. "Greg, are you okay?" It was Grissom, his voice sounding concerned and worried at the same time. He nodded. "I'm fine." They smiled back but Greg noticed that Sara wasn't there. He panicked. "Where's Sara? Is she okay?" He tried to get up but a searing pain shot through his body. He groaned. Warrick put a hand on his chest. "Easy, Greg. Sara's okay. She's waiting outside." "Why?" Nick spoke up. "She wanted to talk to you alone." Catherine gave him a reassuring smile. "We'll catch you later." The CSI's quietly left the room.
Sara stood outside Greg's room, thinking of the right words to say to him. He had saved her life and it was only right to find the perfect way to thanks him. The door in front of her opened. Nick walked towards her, followed by Catherine, Warrick and Grissom. Sara took a deep breath. She opened the door and walked into the room. She closed the door behind her. Greg's eyes jerked open. "Sara. How are you?" She made her way towards him. "I'm okay. Thanks to you." Greg smiled. "Well, you saved my ass too. So I guess we're even." Sara couldn't help but laugh. He had been shot in the stomach and he could still make jokes. Sara leaned over and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "I better go. And you should rest." Taking one last look at him, she quietly slipped out the door. Greg smiled at himself. I should get shot more often, he thought. He chuckled quietly before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
4 weeks later.
Greg hopped out of his car. He was glad to be back at work. He hated the hospital. Somehow, they always made you get worse. He made his way into the building. Inside, he was greeted by co-workers. He went to his locker and traded the black jacket he was wearing for his traditional lab coat. On his way to his lab, he ran into Catherine. "Hey Greggo. Good to have you back." "Good to be back, Cath." Catherine gave him a hug and whispered into his ear. "Sara's alone in the lounge." She gave him a wink and walked off. Greg stood in his place, dumbfounded by what had just happened. He raised an eyebrow and ran towards the lounge.
There he saw Sara, sitting in a chair at the table, a cup of Blue Hawaiian in one hand, a pen in the other. He smirked. "So… I take it you found my secret stash." Sara turned around and smiled. "Sorry about it. I just couldn't drink another sip of that horrible crap." "Don't worry. I got plenty more where that came from." He took a seat beside her. "Where's everyone else?" Sara took a sip from her cup. "Grissom and Nick are at a scene. Cath and Warrick just got back from theirs."
"What about you?"
"Me? I'm confined in this hell hole for the next few days."
"It won't be that bad."
"How do you know?"
"Well, for one thing, I'll be around."
Sara smiled at his reply and kissed him on the cheek. She got up from her chair, stood behind Greg and leaned in close to his face. "You better be." Grinning, she walked off. Greg, still sitting, couldn't help smiling at himself. Getting shot definitely had its perks.
A/N: The next chapter should be up soon. Keep those reviews coming.