Disclaimer: I did not, do not, and will not ever own CSI.

Title: Wishing You Were Somehow Here

Description: Grissom has dinner with Sophia, but finally realizes how he truly feels. Sara is beginning to rethink her feelings for Grissom. Greg/Sara relationship and then friendship. Possibly Grissom/Sara in the end.

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Wishing you were somehow here…

She stood there around the corner, listening to them talk. It made her remember how things were almost like between them. She heard those words before, "I stand corrected." The way she knew he felt about her and the way she felt about him. She remembered it now, that that's all it was; a memory. No, that was not her in there smiling at him, accepting his dinner invitation. That was Sophia.

They walked out of there together, happy, smiling, faces lit up with love. It made her feel sick, almost like the time she heard Grissom tell Dr. Lurie that he was given a chance to have her in his life, but he could never take that chance. No, of course he couldn't take the chance; he was the silent, unemotional bug-man. The closest he got to telling her how he felt was that time at the ice hockey rink and now that, too, was just a memory. Now, though, as she watched from around the corner she saw a new man; a new, different Grissom.

After Grissom and Sophia rounded the corner, she grabbed her shoulder bag and left, she needed to go home and get her mind off of everything that had been going on lately. It wasn't a long ride to her apartment and not a very eventful one, either. Not long after she had left the crime lab was she fishing for her keys in her bag and finally opening up the door.

Her apartment was the one place in the world that she felt okay. It was her apartment and that meant she could be alone and not have to deal with the people in the world that she was so afraid of. Even though she loved her job as a criminalist, she loathed having to be in contact with so many people every day. It was because of people that she had felt so out of place as a child. It was because of people that she came to Las Vegas and they led her on, only to push her aside when someone knew came along. But perhaps that's what people do; they only have an interest in the people around them because they are amused by it. When something new comes along, it's out with the old and in with the new.

She left her bag on the kitchen countertop and pulled out an Arizona iced tea bottle from the fridge. Grabbing a wash cloth from the towel closet, she soaked it in cold water and wrung it out so that it was still cold, but not soaking wet. She went to her bed and pressed the cold rag to her forehead, hoping to make her headache go away, if it was a headache at all. Perhaps it was just the memories that were making her mind go into overdrive.

Not twenty hours later did someone come to her door and knock, not too loudly, just loudly enough to wake her up. Discarding the damp washcloth in the bathroom sink, she made her way through her small living room and to her apartment door. Looking through the keyhole, she was a bit surprised by who was standing outside her door; Greg.

Opening the door, she said, "Hey Greg. What's up? You want to come in?"

"Yeah," he said, stepping inside as Sara closed the door behind him, "I was just wondering how you were doing. I haven't had a chance to talk to you since that whole deal with Ecklie. I guess I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

She sighed, "Thanks. I have to admit, I've been going through a lot lately, but I'm getting over it. I had a headache a little while ago and slept for a little while before you came."

"Did I wake you up? If I did, I'm really sorry."

"No, no. It's alright. Uh, you want anything to drink or something?"

"Sure." He followed her into the small kitchen where she grabbed a Pepsi out of the fridge and handed to him.

"You want to go sit down and talk or do you have to go?"

He laughed, "I never have anything to do, any night of the week. So, sure, I'll stay and chat."

"Good, because if you had just came over to wake me up for five minutes and then leave…" she smiled.

"So," he sat down next to be on the opposite end of the couch, "Tell me if I shouldn't be asking, but did you and Cath make up?"

"Actually, I didn't get a chance to talk to her since I got back from Ecklie's suspension. I don't know whether I should go talk to her yet. I was just in a really bad mood that day and I blew up at her. Above all that's going on I don't want whatever friendship I had between me and Cath to be screwed up, too."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. How long have you known each other? I'm sure she'll forgive you."

"I hope so." She sighed, "So, looks like you and Grissom have been getting along quite well with Sophia."

"She's a good CSI, yeah, but she doesn't want to be here. She wants to be back with the day shift and everyone she knows there. She told me that she doesn't feel comfortable with the night shift."

"She seemed to feel comfortable when Grissom asked her to dinner."

Greg looked stunned, "W-what? Grissom asked her to dinner?"

Sara nodded.

"Aw man, that sucks. You gunna be okay?"

"I'll manage. It's been what five years that I've been waiting for him to say something after I told him how I felt, but I guess I was wrong about him."

They continued to talk and eventually both of them grew tired and since they were both nearly falling asleep right there on Sara's couch, Greg decided to leave.

"I think I'd better go. I don't want to be falling asleep on my way home." He smiled, "See you tomorrow."

He saw her standing there with a lost and tired look so he hugged her. It was awkward, but she needed cheering up.

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Yeah, so after seeing Unbearable, this is what I came up with. I'm not particularly a Greg/Sara shipper, but I like to try new things so I thought I'd put Greggo in here. I don't know if this is going to stay Greg/Sara or switch to Grissom/Sara. I guess if you read this, you'll find out when I do. lol. Please review D