Holy Crap! The number of reviews I've been getting is staggering! Thank you thank you thank you! So, here's chapter three, a little bit longer. Tell me what you think. Note to Loki(insert number here, I can't remember) Your review was great, I promise I will discard (almost) all disgusting neediness. (I'm still gonna ask for reviews, just not beg)

Sara spent the next few days avoiding the DNA lab like the plague. She told herself that she was just too busy, and it wasn't because a certain lab tech had suddenly made her start tripping over herself and blushing like a little girl.

Suddenly, her pager started to vibrate. She looked at the small screen with the words "Doc Oc" on it. She smiled despite herself, but since she didn't have any evidence Greg was handling at the moment, she chose to ignore it.

Soon enough her pager vibrated again. This time it read "Dr. Who." The next read "Dr. Love." Another unintentional smile crept to her lips, but she reminded herself that she was avoiding him, and he was trying to draw her in. She sat down in the break room and sipped her sub-standard coffee, trying not to think about the one person she couldn't keep off her mind.

The mind, however, tends to wander. And wander it did. Despite her best efforts, Sara couldn't stop thinking about the sensation her last two encounters with Greg had caused. She kept replaying the memory of his breath and hands on her skin, analyzing every word and movement, trying to decipher exactly why he had such a strong effect on her. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice Catherine take a seat across the table from her.

"Sara. Hey, Sara!" Catherine said, waving a hand in front of her face, "Sara!"

Wanting to kick herself for being so preoccupied lately, Sara snapped her eyes up to meet her coworker's.

"What's going on with you, Sidle? I've never seen you this distracted before."

"Nothing, just... thinking about some stuff. Nothing huge, just, well, distracting." Before she knew what was happening, Catherine had disappeared behind a pair of hands.

"Guess who?" a familiar voice said from behind her; a voice that sent a thrill down her spine. "Wait, don't guess, let me give you three clues."

Even though he couldn't see it, Sara rolled her eyes. "Greg," She started, "I don't have time for this."

"Wait, wait... let me give you the clues."

"I already know it's you, Greg"

"Shhh, ok, here we go. One: The man who gives you answers to all of your questions."

"Uhhh, Grissom." Sara played along.

"I am shocked and appalled. No. Ok, two: The man who's music brings joy to the entire office."

"Um, Nick?"

"How could that possibly be Nick?" Greg asked, not moving his hands. "Never mind... three: the man you've been avoiding like he has SARS"

Sara froze, suddenly very aware that Greg was touching her again, and that Catherine was probably sitting across the table, witnessing Sara's cheeks redden.

"Greg!" Sara ripped his hands from her face, thankful that Catherine had in fact left the room. "I do not have time for this! Why are you needlessly paging me all the time? Why come in while I'm on my break and annoy me? Why keep..." She trailed off; thankful she'd caught herself before she said something she'd regret later.

There was a pause as Greg looked at her, obviously shocked and maybe even a little hurt. Sara took a deep breath, but before she could apologize, Greg spoke.

"Why are you still holding my hands?"

Looking down at their linked hands, Sara's blush deepened. She quickly let go and tried to side-step him to get out of the office. He wasn't having any of that, however, and grasped her gently by the shoulders.

"Sara, are you ok?" He asked, trying to force eye contact by bending and leaning in closer to her. "Did I do something to piss you off?"

Sara looked up and her breath caught in her throat. There, mere inches away from her own, was the face of Greg Sanders. She licked her lips and imagined just what it would be like to kiss him. This was not a good position for her to be in, she decided, considering that her hormones had decided to rebel against her mind. Using all the will power in her, she looked away from him and took a step back, away from Greg and his intoxicating eyes.

"No, Greg, you haven't done anything. I'm just grumpy. Its not you."

"Then why won't you look at me?" He asked, still barring her path to the door.

Suddenly, Greg's pager started singing Hawaii Five-O. He looked at it as if it had just slapped his grandmother, took one last look at Sara's averted eyes, and left the break room.

Sara collapsed into a chair and chugged back the dregs of her coffee, willing it to quell the inner conflict her body was having with itself.

It didn't work.
Ok! Another chapter done! Review if you want more!