Woo! Another chapter! I really like this one! R&R and tell me if you do, too!


As Greg drove, Sara watched him. She wondered if her staring was bordering on creepy, but decided she didn't care.

Greg glanced over, caught her staring and smiled. "So, what do you think our coworkers are going to think when we arrive at the scene together?" He said, reaching over to brush a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "And looking rather disheveled at that?"

Sara took a moment to consider this. "No one will ask us straight out, though, will they?" she queried, flipping the mirror down and fixing her hair.

"Want to bet on that?" Greg replied, chuckling.

"Well, we'll just tell them as little information as possible." Sara said.

Greg smiled and took her hand in his. "Here's hoping no one notices then."

The rest of the drive was silent. Sara loved being this relaxed and casual with Greg. Before she'd even started noticing him as anything more than the DNA guy, she had always kind of wanted to be his friend. But this, this was so much better. Seeing him relaxed, smiling and holding her hand was a nice change from seeing him tense, still smiling, but keeping her at arms length.

As they pulled into the scene, he gave her a look that said 'there are so many things I'd rather be doing right now' and hopped out of the car. She smiled and followed suit, rounding the vehicle to get her kit from the trunk. Greg handed it to her as he reached in to get his own. She winked her thanks and they walked to meet Grissom, who was surveying the damage. They stood on either side of him and looked out over the destruction.

"Where's everyone else?" Sara asked, causing Grissom to start. He looked at her and then over at Greg.

Taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes he replied, "Not here yet, they're on their way. You two are the first to arrive."

Greg and Sara shared a furtive look behind Grissom's back. They were soon joined by Warrick, Catherine and Nick, and they started to process the scene. After hours of work, Nick finally discovered the cause of the collision. The driver of a transport truck had been drinking heavily before setting out for his long drive. His 'one for the road' had apparently turned into '10 for the road'. Waiting for the coroners to arrive to start bringing the bodies back, the six CSI's sat around, talking and mingling and trying to get their minds off the grisly scene in front of them. Sara and Greg had positioned themselves near one of the vehicles, and were speaking animatedly.

"So anyway, I'm trying to be all cool and hot-shot, right. So I'm up on my board and the wave is huge. I don't even know what I'm going to do, so I just decided to go for it, and two seconds into the wave I'm belly-flopping and my shorts are nowhere to be found. Needless to say I was a little red faced after that, not to mention that I had to buy everyone on the beach a beer. Not one of my finest moments."

Sara laughed at Greg's embarrassing anecdote. She loved how easily conversation with him came. "Wish I'd been there."

Greg smiled, "Want to see me search the ocean for my suit, huh?" He teased.

"Well, that," Sara replied, "And I could have gone for a free beer."

Greg laughed and suppressed the urge to kiss her.

A little ways away, Grissom was watching the exchange. Despite his improved hearing, he had no idea what Greg was saying to make Sara laugh so hard. Catherine strode up beside him. "What are you looking at?" she asked, casting her eyes in the same direction as Grissom's. She saw Sara smiling and Greg making wild gesticulations with his hands; she turned her eyes to Grissom, who didn't seem pleased.

She watched him for a moment, and he suddenly flinched, ever so slightly, but she could see it. She looked back in the direction of her two co workers to see Greg pulling his hand from Sara's face, obviously having just plucked an eyelash from her cheek, as she was now blowing on his offered finger. Catherine looked back at Grissom, who was frowning. "They're just friends, Griss." She said, attempting to be reassuring and maybe a little bit cocky at the same time.

Grissom broke out of his daze and turned his gaze on Catherine. "Wha- who?" he said; he had clearly been in another world.

"Greg and Sara; just friends. Chill out."

Grissom looked at her blankly, but she could see he was hiding his faint relief. Catherine rolled her eyes and walked off.

Soon Sara and Greg's conversation was cut short by Nick running up to them. "Hey guys," he said, giving a little wave. "We're going out for breakfast once the coroners arrive, you in?"

Sara glanced at Greg, who shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?"

Nick smiled as the coroner's vans arrived. "Well, let's get going then!" he said, waving to the rest of the CSI's and heading to his Tahoe. Sara and Greg slipped into his vehicle and the group headed off to a diner a few miles away. Before he could start the car to follow the rest, Sara put her hand on Greg's knee.

"Wait a minute," she insisted as the other cars made their way out into the morning. As the last car, Catherine's, drove away from the scene, Sara leaned over and pulled Greg into a wonderfully awkward kiss that landed half on his mouth, half on his cheek. Greg reciprocated by turning to face her and returning her kiss in a much less awkward manner. Sara leaned in closer to him and wrapped her hands around his shoulder. Greg deepened the kiss slightly, but pulled away.

"What?" Sara said, slightly put out by the sudden cease of passion.

"First, we're making out at a crime scene, which is a little beyond tacky." Greg pointed out, a smile starting to show on the left side of his mouth. "And second, if we keep this up we're going to be late for breakfast and raise suspicion."

Sara sat back in her seat with a huff and sighed in mock indignation. "Fine then," she said, trying to cover up the grin that was quickly spreading across her face. Greg let out a laugh and leaned over to give her a small kiss just below her ear. "But if you keep doing that," she continued, "we're going to be very, very late."

Greg laughed again and started the car. Sara felt that all-too-familiar blush creep to her cheeks as she reached up and surreptitiously touched the spot right below her ear.

And another chapter down! To whomever I said "it'll only be a few more chapters", I may have lied... I just can't seem to stop! I'm not sure if I want to write the whole 'over breakfast' conversation... but it might be fun. We'll see. What do you think? R&R!