Prologue

The Christmas Party was great, everyone at the lab seemed to have showed up: Tasha, Damien, Sam, Charlie... But where was Sara Sidle? The new girl that hadn't left his dreams since she arrived two months ago?

He strutted his stuff out onto the dance floor, causing people to laugh. Who wore black slacks to a party? Let me rephrase that... who wore only black slacks to a party? He smiled at the people around him, the painted-on bow-tie and neon blue hair drawing even more looks. It was comical, but then again, he had always been the comical one... plus, this was his one big shot to be remembered before he moved out to Vegas...

Then he saw her, standing off on the sidelines with her glass of wine making it's way to her lips. The mistletoe above her just begged to be noticed...

"Ms Sidle," he didn't remember the trip over, but there he was, leaning casually against a wall, chest bare for the world to see. "I see that we are standing under mistletoe..."

She glanced up with a groan. "Darn... you're right," she sighed, turning away. She had no intention of kissing him.

"You make itsound like it's a bad thing," he chuckled. "Come on... it's not like we haven't kissed before..."

"Oh, but we haven't," she reminded him. "It's just that you can barely register the difference between your dreams and reality."

"Damn," it was his turn to sigh. "Well... I guess I can't argue with that... but I do know that I wasn't the only one flirting these last couple of weeks... admit it, you're going to miss me!"

"Of course I am," her smile was brilliant, making his breath catch in his throat; How come he had never noticed before? "We're all going to miss you..."

"Give me a goodbye kiss?" he asked, leaning towards her...

"Another time," she turned back to him, her smile blinding his senses to everything but her. "Okay? Good."

And with that she left, disappearing in the dancing crowd. He sighed, again, as he watched her, leaning heavily against the wall behind him for the few moments before a girl came up, asking for her kiss... He gave it to her.

"Greg?" He snapped to attention as he heard a voice. The room around him returned to normal, the last remnants of sleep disappearing. He was in the breakroom, Grissom and Sophia looking at him... "Greg, do you know where Sara is?"

"No clue," he yawned, stretching his arms above him. "Well, what case have you got for us today? I'll tell her about it when I run into her."

"If she's late, she's late," Grissom reminded him. "You and her were going to work on a DB down at Shimmer, but instead you can work with Sophia. I'll send give her a case when she-"

"Sorry I'm late!" she stumbled into the office looking disshevelled; Greg couldn't help but laugh. "Traffic held me up..."

"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Greg sniggered. "Traffic?"

"Shut up Comando," she glared at him as she sat down, then turned to Grissom. "What have you got for us?"

"You have a Missing Person," Grissom responded, still trying to register the miniature conversation.

"Great, we'll get going then," she forced a grin before standing up again, reaching out to grap Greg's arm.

"Hey!" he backed away from her. "I'll go only when I get my kiss."

"You have a kiss?" she just stared at him blankly.

"Sara," her attention was drawed back to Grissom. "You're working the Missing Person's case alone. Greg is working with Sophia."

"...okay..." she blinked, waiting a few moments before grabbing the paper from Grissom. "Right, I'll get going."

She was out the door in a flash, and before either of the two supervisors could tell him,Greg was out after her. "Hey, Sara!" he reached out and grabbed her arm, causing her to stop. "You gonna miss me?"

"Nah," she turned and smiled at him. "I'll see you as soon as I get back anyways."

"So... do I get my kiss," he asked devillishly, stepping closer to her. "Or do I have to show up to work tomorrow wearing black slacks and a painted-on bow-tie?"

"Don't forget the neon blue hair," she reminded.

"I was thinking of hot pink this time," he flashed her a joking grin.

She rolled her eyes, "Maybe another time Greg."

"You always say that," he whined.

"And I always mean it."