Ok, this chapter is really short, and I apologize in advance. I'm just as exhausted as a girl can be, but wanted to get something posted before I collapsed into the waiting arms of sweet, sweet unconsciousness. Enjoy!
The following three days were the longest of Sara's life. Things had slowed down entirely and her relationship with Greg had gone back to a similar version of what it once was. She'd give him evidence to process, he'd throw a joke her way, and she'd pretend to get annoyed.
It sucked.
Sara couldn't help wishing that she could somehow be with Greg; that they could kiss and be together and date and do all the stupid gooey lovey things she swore she'd never do.
She would find herself standing in the DNA lab, waiting for him to finish her samples instead of running off to do extra paperwork. She had nearly gotten excited when he had been assigned to another case with her. She was ready to explode because, though she hated to admit it, she missed him. Even though they saw one another every day, she found herself missing his touch, his smell. Sitting in the break room by herself, Sara rolled her eyes. She was like a smitten school girl. They had kissed, once. Ok, so four times. Four short albeit amazing kisses does not a relationship make. And she'd pretty much dug her own grave and jumped in when it came to having anything akin to a 'relationship' with Greg. Wishing she had never known what it was like to kiss him or touch him or be close to him in the first place, she noticed Greg walk by the room.
She got up to follow him on impulse, not really knowing why. He just drew her to him, as much as she tried to hold back. She watched him wander around, obviously looking for something. His brows were furrowed and he didn't ever stop in one place for more than a few seconds. Sara followed him, now curious as to what or who he was looking for. Greg suddenly spun around, startling her.
"Oh! Jesus Sara!" He said, "You scared the wits out of me!"
Sara smirked, "Sorry bout that."
"Have you seen Grissom?" He asked, looking over her shoulder. "I really need to talk to him about doing some more field work."
"I don't think he's in yet. Hey, after shift, can we talk?"
Greg, still distracted, replied "Yeah, sure, whatever." He then looked her in the eye as if suddenly realizing what she had said, "About what?"
"Nothing," Sara said nonchalantly, "I can't just like talking to you?"
"No," Greg smiled, "But you're Sara Sidle, so I guess you can do anything."
"That's me, resident super heroine."
He reached out and gave her shoulder an excruciatingly friendly squeeze, "After shift then. We'll talk." The two turned and made their way down the hall.
Soon the entire crew was situated in the break room, receiving their assignments. Sara and Nick had been assigned a tough triple-homicide and Grissom had warned them that they might be pulling a double. Sara sighed, any hope of having any sort of conversation with Greg flying out the window. Suddenly getting an idea, Sara grabbed a piece of paper, writing furiously for a few seconds before placing it inside an envelope and writing 'Greg, open after shift' on it. As she and Nick made their way to the exit, she stopped in the DNA lab, glad to see Greg wasn't there and placed the envelope beside a microscope. She then left the building, glad that her mind was at least a little bit clearer.
Later, Greg made his way to the lab to find the envelope waiting for him. A smile crept across his lips as he read the instructions he knew Sara would never expect him to follow. Tearing open the envelope, he read the short note, his grin getting bigger with every word.
It read: 'Greg, I changed my mind. –Sara'
Again, I apologize for the brevity of the chapter. Pretty soon I'll not be able to find the time to keep the updates coming so quickly, sadly. But keep those reviews coming! They're more inspiring than anything else!