So I couldn't wait to write this chapter, and yet so many things kept getting in my way. But it's done now. And I'm happy with it, so read on and tell me what you think!

Sara sat at home, her feet tucked up under her on a small loveseat in her living room. She was staring at her muted TV, eyes not really focused, when the phone rang. Breaking out of her daze, she shuffled toward the counter where her cell phone sat and flipped it open. The screen read 'Sanders, Greg'. A huge, unintentional smile played across her lips as she answered.

"How long did you wait until you opened my envelope?"

Greg's laugh sounded tinny through Sara's cell phone. "About half a second," he admitted, "I've got a question for you."

"Shoot"

"What are you doing right now?"

Sara smiled and looked over to her vacant loveseat, confessing "Half watching the TV with no sound, half wondering what you would do when you opened my letter."

"One, I did a little happy dance. Two, can I come over?" Greg said, causing Sara to panic, just a little.

She composed herself and gave him the directions. Hanging up she frantically cleaned her apartment as best she could, shoving magazines under the couch and straightening up her kitchen. She then moved into the bedroom, pausing a moment to consider what cleaning her room before Greg came over could mean. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that step, but, thinking back to her previous intimate encounters with him, she decided it would be better to be safe than sorry. She cleaned her room and made her bed in record time. As the doorbell rang, she flipped on her stereo and answered the door.

Greg was standing there, in all his shabby glory. His left hand was shoved deep in the pocket of his low-cut jeans, his right holding a single daisy. A brown T-shirt with a truck stop logo on it clinging to the muscles of his chest and stomach and his face held a hesitant look. His nervous demeanor changed into a smile as he took her in. Saying nothing, his eyes moved from her face and rested on her chest. Sara cocked an eyebrow and looked down to see what he was looking at, realizing that she was wearing her orange tank top with the word 'GEEK' stamped across it in white letters. She laughed out loud and stepped back, motioning for Greg to come in and gratefully taking the flower from his outstretched hand. Upon crossing the threshold, Greg paused a moment, an amused smile crossing his features.

"What?" Sara asked.

"Are you... are you trying to seduce me to Color Me Bad?" Greg asked, laughing.

Sara took a moment to register his comment before realizing that the distinct tune of Color Me Bad's 'I Wanna Sex You Up' was drifting from her stereo. Her face flushed and she looked down, embarrassed. Greg simply laughed and pulled her into a bear hug. She hugged him back, a sigh of contentment at being close to him again leaving her body. They stood like that for a long while, simply reveling in the nearness they shared. Sara looked up at Greg, her eyes boring into his. She noticed that he was still smiling, and, taking his hand and leading him to the loveseat she asked, "What is so funny, Mr. Sanders?"

"Nothing," he replied, his smile widening. "I just didn't know you were such a fan of the 80's, that's all. "

"I'm not," She smirked at him from her seat next to him on the couch. "I flipped on the radio about a second before you rang the bell. I didn't even notice what was playing."

Greg pretended to be hurt, saying "So you don't wanna sex me up?"

Sara smacked him in the arm and smiled. "Well, I wouldn't say that..."

"What made you change your mind?" Greg asked, leaning back on the cushion and tucking a leg up under himself. Sara became very aware of exactly how far away from her he was sitting, and scooted over so that their knees were touching.

She placed a hand on his leg and smiled. "Honestly?" She asked, not waiting for an answer. "I missed you."

Greg smiled and took her hand in his own. His smile widened and Sara grew suspicious. "What?"

"You're such a girl sometimes, you know that?" he teased, giving her hand a little squeeze that inadvertently sent a thrill up Sara's spine, short circuiting her brain for a second. She leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips, pulling herself onto his lap.

Greg pulled away for a moment, inhaling deeply before asking "but what about the people at work? What about fraternizing and all that?"

Sara looked at him and smiled. "We'll figure that out later, deal?"

"Deal," he replied happily, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him. Sara found herself letting go of her inhibitions as Greg kissed her. She accidentally let out a small moan which only proved to deepen the passion between them. Sara found herself reaching to pull Greg's shirt over his head and as she did so, he stopped kissing her, raising his arms over his head to help her out. Pausing before resuming their intense lip-lock, Greg said, "Sara?"

Panting slightly, she looked at his eyes which were suddenly filled with worry. "Yeah?"

"You're not... you're not going to get freaked by the scars, are you?" He asked tentatively.

Not understanding, Sara just stared at him for a moment. "What scars?" She asked, thoroughly confused.

Greg looked down her hand as it took his.

Suddenly Sara remembered; the explosion. 'Partial to full thickness burns on his neck and back.' She hadn't really thought about it much since he'd come back to work with a few bandages a week or so after it had happened. For some reason she hadn't thought that there would be permanent damage, her cuts had healed fine. She just assumed that everyone would be ok. He was still looking at their hands. "Of course not, Greg," she said tipping his chin upwards with her free hand. She wrapped her arms around him and ran her hands down his back, feeling the spider web-like marks with her fingers.

He sighed and smiled, kissing the curve of her neck. He let his fingers find the buttons of the front of her shirt and started undoing them, one by one. Her lips again found his as he lay her down on the couch and arranged himself above her.

Suddenly, Sara's beeper went off. All movement ceased. Sara sighed in frustration and looked up at Greg, who was smiling ironically. "Well shit," she said, placing a hand on his bare chest.

Greg rolled off of her and let her go answer her page. As she was dialing, his pager started singing Hawaii Five-O. Sara smiled at him and raised her index finger in a sign of 'give me a second'.

When she got off the phone with Grissom, she handed it to Greg, who dialed the office. Grissom was on the other end, sounding gruff and unhappy. "Three way car accident, multiple DB's, right along I-15. Get out here as fast as possible." Before Greg could even utter a word, the line went dead. He rolled his eyes and looked at Sara, who had been pulling a new, less wrinkled shirt on.

He smiled ruefully and grabbed his own shirt, realizing that he too would have to change into the one that he kept in his car. "So are we riding together or separately?" He asked.

Sara considered this a moment. Deciding she would rather spend time with Greg, and that she was worried that any one of her tires might be the next to blow, she said, "Together. Let's go."

With that the pair left the comfort of Sara's apartment into the warm air of early-morning Vegas, both wishing they had ignored those damn pagers; both very frustrated.

Greg reached over to squeeze Sara's arm as he drove. "Hey," he said, giving her an apologetic smile, "rain check?"

You know, I was all prepared to let them go at it in peace, but for some reason those damn pagers had to go off. R&R please! Next chapter will hopefully be up soon!