Here is chapter... 8 is it now? I think so. Anyway, to whomever it was who asked me how many chapters this story will be, I have no idea! I just write, post, write, post. I'm banking on at least a few more, seeing that writing this is a great way to spend extra time. That, and reading the reviews. Anyway, I'll be quiet. On with the show!
Sara didn't know what to do. Up until yesterday she had been very adept at avoiding Greg, taking every precaution so as not to run into him. Today she seemed to be developing a coincidental-stalker predicament, running into him three times in the past few hours. It had been a slow day for the lab, only Nick and Catherine were out on assignments, the rest of them were stuck doing paperwork, which translated loosely into slacking off.
Sara sat at a table in one of the conference rooms, papers spread all around her, a magazine in the centre of it all. She was reading something about 20 Sexual Secrets to Drive Him Wild and guiltily imagining Greg in some of the suggested situations.
Warrick came in and peered over her shoulder, reading along with her for a few moments before joking, "Sexual secrets, huh? You got a mystery man you're looking to drive wild?"
"No," Sara replied a little too quickly, causing Warrick to raise an eyebrow disbelievingly. She continued, attempting to cover up her blunder, "Just brushing up, you know, in case the occasion arises that I need to know this information." She shot him a smirk over her shoulder and turned back to her reading. Warrick sat beside her, opening up a novel and putting his feet up. Soon after, Greg walked into the room, a small electronic device in his hands.
"Hey, what're you reading?" He asked them both as he sat across from Sara. Warrick turned his book to show him the title; some mystery novel by some obscure author.
"Dude, your life is a mystery novel. I would have thought you'd read the sports section or something. Maybe one of the classics," Off Warrick's look he continued, "Though I don't see you as a Moby Dick kind of guy."
"You think my reading material is surprising? Tell Greggo what you're reading over there, Sara." Warrick said, shooting her a look.
There was a pause as Sara weighed her options. She could just get up and leave the room. She could lie. She could do any number of things akin to those that really wouldn't work. She looked up at Greg, who was looking at her, curious as to what exactly was so shocking about what she was reading.
She sighed and turned the magazine around so he could see the title, shooting him a deliberate grin across the table. Greg's eyebrows rose in surprise, and for the life of him he couldn't come up with a witty remark with which to comment.
Warrick's eyes shifted from one coworker to the next, not quite taking in the subtle communication between the two. Greg shifted in his seat and focused on his video game, while Sara closed her magazine and stretched. Greg kept his eyes glued to the screen of his game, knowing full well that Warrick would catch him if he even glanced at the small section of her stomach that showed when her arms were stretched up over her head.
"Well," She said, standing up and heading for the door, "Shift is almost over. I'm going to go change into some more comfortable clothes." Warrick looked at her. "You know, if anyone asks."
And with that, she was out the door, heading in the direction of the locker room. Greg kept his eyes on his game for about three full seconds before getting up and following after her. He caught up with her in the hall and they fell into step, heading toward the locker room.
"Sara, you are messing with my head." He said as they walked past several glass-walled offices. She simply shot him a flirtatious look and walked into the locker room. Taking a quick look over his shoulder, Greg followed.
Sara couldn't believe what she was doing. If someone had asked her if she thought she'd ever be considering romantic trysts in the locker room of the CSI lab with a younger coworker, she'd have laughed in their face. But here she was, ready to throw Greg against a wall if need be. She leaned up against a locker, memories of the last time she'd been there with Greg filling her mind.
He came in soon after, and Sara's breath caught in her throat.
"Sara, what is going o-," Greg started, but was cut off by Sara grabbing him by the lapels and pulling him to her. There was no subtlety this time, no slow, agonizing lead-in. Simple raw passion oozed from Sara's every pore. Greg's hands, as if upon their own power, glided to her lower back, resting there for a long moment. Sara's hands soon left his lapels, moving downward to rest on his hips. She looked up into his eyes as he removed a hand from her back in favour of her cheek. She raised herself onto her tip- toes and kissed him, long and tender and passionate. He reciprocated eagerly as she bent her right knee, running it up the side of his thigh. He momentarily let the world fall away around them, losing himself in her completely. Pulling his body closer to her, Sara found herself thinking that he could never be close enough; that all these layers of clothing were very much impeding her desire to be as near to him as possible. As her hands reached to start unbuttoning his shirt, reminiscent of him helping her button her blouse so many days ago, she thought she heard the distinct sound of a door opening. She ceased all movement, placing a finger over Greg's lips.
"Stop," she said, listening intently for the slightest sound of movement. None came. "We can't do this."
Greg looked at her in disbelief. "You started it!" he said, clearly flustered.
"I know, and I'm sorry. We just... can't. I thought someone had come in and caught us and... that can't happen." She replied, taking several steps away from him.
"Well, maybe if it stopped happening in a public locker room..." Greg said, trying to coerce Sara into being more at ease.
"No Greg." Sara said, looking him straight in those painfully deep and soulful eyes of his, "there could be so many repercussions. This whole idea was a mistake. I'm sorry."
Greg stared after her as Sara left the room. She walked out of the lab and into the dim light of the early morning, the light making her suddenly very aware that she had just broken her own heart.
You know what, as much as I love this chapter, I hate me right now. Just leaving it hanging like that... and poor Greg, I hate to jerk him around so much... but a gals gotta do what a gals gotta do. R&R and tell me what you think!