So I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter... I have ideas though, oh yes, I do have plans. R&R and tell me what you think!
"Nicky, you and Warrick have a casino robbery, Catherine, you're with me on a double homicide and Sara, you've got a B&E. Take Greg with you."
Sara's head snapped up and she looked at Grissom. "What? Why?"
If Grissom noticed her dismay, he didn't show it. "He could use the time out in the field, and it's about a 2 hour drive from here, so I figured you could use the company."
Deciding against making a comment on how now he decides to take her feelings into account, Sara simply nodded, grabbed the sheets Grissom was holding out to her and walked out the door. She steeled herself as she made her way to the DNA lab, the sound of White Zombie getting louder and louder with every step.
"Greg... Greg! Hey! Greg!" She called, reaching her destination. Greg was busy peering into one of his many microscopes, the music far too loud for him to possibly hear her. She briefly wondered if he would have heard her if the music hadn't been on, he was so focused on his task. Sara made her way to Greg's CD player and hit the stop button.
Greg spun around, startled out of his deep concentration. He quickly recovered from the initial shock of his music suddenly becoming nonexistent and a smirk made its way to his lips. "Do I know you?" he asked, feigning confusion.
"Ha, ha." She replied, "I've been busy."
Greg simply rolled his eyes and turned away from her, back to his work.
Sara watched him for a moment, taking in his movement; the fluidity with which he maneuvered his way about the lab, his hands expertly working their way through buttons and machines. She let herself briefly wonder what else his hands could do expertly. Shaking her head, Sara said "whatever you're doing can wait. We're going for a ride."
Greg stopped in his tracks, but didn't look at her. "Why?" He turned to face her, a sheepish look crossing his features. "You're not going to take me out in to the desert and leave me there, are you?"
Sara smiled despite herself. "You and I have a case. Hurry up, lets go."
Greg's face lit up at the thought of doing some field work, and he quickly shrugged off his lab coat and followed Sarah to the locker room. Sara leaned against a locker watching him while he grabbed what he needed. She wondered how exactly she was going to manage to control herself for two hours in an enclosed space with him; if he just refrained from touching her, or looking at her or smiling in that adorable way he smiles...
This was going to be one long drive.
Soon they were in the Tahoe and on their way, Greg in the driver's seat and Sara with nothing to distract her but the fast moving landscape. They had already gone over the details of their case, and had spent the last half- hour in comfortable silence, although more comfortable for one of them than for the other. Sara was so tense she could feel her shoulders knotting as she sat there.
She had been doing alright so far: not really looking at him, staring out the window, breathing through her mouth so as not to be drawn in by the smell of his cologne. It was hard not to let her mind wander to different, less innocent situations that the two of them could easily get into, being alone in the desert and all.
"What're you thinking about?" Greg asked, eyes still on the dark road in front of him.
Sara looked at him, weighing whether or not to tell him what she was really thinking about. She decided to avoid the question altogether. "You think you're almost ready to get out in the field on your own, Greg?" she asked, angry that even saying his name made her flush.
"Honestly?" he said, taking an instant to tear his eyes from the road and look at her; his eyes so deep and bright and innocent it made her heart want to explode, "I think after a few more times tagging along I'll be set. I'm not one hundred percent confident yet, but I will be."
"Good, that's, uh, good." Sara stuttered, trying her best to pay attention to what he was saying, but finding it increasingly difficult. At the times when he wasn't looking at her, she found herself studying the lines of his face, the freckles on his arm and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel. When he was looking at her, she was just putting all her energy into keeping her heart in her chest.
The rest of the ride was a vicious cycle of Greg being impossibly charming and sweet, and Sara gripping the sides of the seat so hard she thought she might rip a hole. She wanted to do nothing more than be back at the lab, filling in paper work, far away from Greg and his infuriating sudden sexiness.
Well, maybe not nothing more.
Well, there you have it. Longest chapter yet. Please review!