Seriously

"Go and ask him out!" Charlie winked at her, nudging her towards the DNA lab. "I mean... he's been sending you goo-goo eyes ever since you showed up, and that was three months ago! Get your turn while you have the chance!"

"You see," she glared at the woman with her. "That's what makes me not wanna ask him out... you make him sound like a player or a jiggalo or something..."

"He isn't one?" Charlie glanced into the DNA lab at the topic of their conversation; today Greg Sanders was wearing semi-tight black jeans and a bright green button down shirt, which he forgot to button down, underneath his usual white lab jacket. "Could of fooled me..."

"And that makes it even worse," she groaned, but continued to the DNA lab, if a bit hesitantly, with her swabs. "Hey, Greg? Can you process this for me?" He looked up at her suddenly, startled at her presence.

"Sure," he grinned, taking the swabs at her. "But you know... until next month, I'm still an intern..."

"You offically graduate next month?" she asked, leaning against the counter that separated him. His cheeks went slightly red and he avoided looking at her... she checked the neckline of her top, which was slipping down.

"Y-yeah..." he studdered. She refrained from laughing as he has for visible force himself not to look at her. "I'm hoping to get a job at Vegas... they have an possition opening up for a lab technician. I just have to be there for my interview in a week..."

"Oh," the knowledge that he was leaving left her strangely... empty. "So... I guess that's why all the ladies that haven't dated you yet are on a rampage to snatch you up?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, glancing at her only to deepen his blush. "It's great to have them chasing after me for once..."

"Well, have fun," she shook her head and stood up straight, turning to leave. She paused at the door though, debating for a second whether to ask... "Hey Greg, you aren't a jiggalo, are you?"

There was a pause...

"Would you like to find out?"

Sara woke up to the annoying sound of her alarm clock, and spent several restless minutes trying to find it in the dark. As soon as the unholy sound ended she breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly started to get up. First she pulled open her heavy draps, blinking stupidly into the blinding light, before she started finding articles of clothing and heading off for a shower.

She tapped the keyboard of her laptop as she passed it.

Fifteen minutes of scalding hot water, fresh clothes and a cup of coffee later, she was sitting infront of said laptop, browsing through her Emails; Recently, the people she had known at the San Fransico lab had been in contact with her, sending her funny jokes and reminising over old times... they wanted to have a reunion next month, wanted to know if she'd heard from Greg. She would always chuckled to herself and avoid the question.

Today Tasha and Charlie had both sent her a truck load of pictures that she hadn't remembered them taking. Then again, they were both procrastinators with everything but their work, which might explain why she never saw them...

She studdied them one by one, each one bringing a smile to her face. Her coffee almost ended up on the screen when she saw one of Greg... it had obviously been put through many hours of photoshop for him to appear to be wearing nothing but a leaf, standing in his old DNA lab...

She started typing a message as it printed out.

Hey Gals!

Right... you know, I have been avoiding your question of if I've seen Greg... the truth is that he phoned me 13 months ago, and 13 days later we were walking along a moonlit beach holding hands and staring in each other's eyes... and 13 weeks ago I found out I'm pregnate!

Please note the sarcasiam.

The REAL truth is that when I came out to Vegas to work with Gil Grissom, (you guys remember him, don't you?) he was working as in the DNA lab. Except that it was his, rightfully, he was the lab technician, no intern reports to take care of. No, I haven't dated him at all... infact, neither of us really mention San Fransico to any of our friends, only in passing or a few times when we're the last ones at breakfast. Oh, and he's a CSI now! Don't worry, I'll tell him about the reunion.

Oh, that one picture was... amusing. Did Sam teach you guys how to use Photoshop or did you pay him to do that? Because I don't think he'd allow it any other way...

Look at the time! I'm going to be late, AGAIN, because of you guys! I have a missing person's case to close up, and if I get demoted, I'm blaming you guys!

Luv ya forever,

Sara

Looking at the time again, she was indeed cutting it short... grabbing the photoshop of Greg she dashed out of her appartment, having to go back in to get everything else she needed before locking up... then having to unlock everything, get out of the door, and lock up again.

'This just isn't my week...' she thought to herself as she waited in the elevator to get to the ground floor. 'Though I have to admit, being in touch with the lab sure does bring up some memories... and this picture will make for great blackmail.'

She almost didn't realise when she was on the main floor, the elevator almost closing as she stepped out. Sighing she waved to the doorman and went to find her car.

Fourty-five minutes of traffic and another coffee later brought her to the Crime Lab, just on time. She rushed to the breakroom, only to find Greg there with Nick, who must of been on a break... she had to do a doubletake on Greg.

He was wearing black slacks, no shirt, and had dyed his hair hot pink. She could only guess that when he turned around he would have a painted-on bow-tie...

"Sara!" Nick called to her, and they all looked. "Please tell Greg that he looks rediculious and that he should change!"

"I don't know," Sara laughed. The bow-tie was hot pink too... She sat down across from him. "I mean... a few of my friends from San Fransico got a picture of him, somehow, and photoshoped it, and I have to say that this is better than the photoshop..."

Greg paled, but tried to keep his composure. "Your friends? Who, pray tell, might they be?"

"Don't play stupid Greg," Sara rolled her eyes. "I think that even from this distance the thought of you still makes Charlie drool..."

"I doubt it!" he snapped, turning away in the mild resemblance of a trodden on puppy. Nick blinked.

"I know it's probably not my business..." he broke in. "But what's all this about?"

"I intermed in San Fransico for two years," Greg explained, still not looking at Sara.

"So you two knew each other before Sara came here?" Nick grinned. "Why didn't cha guys tell us?"

"You never asked," they both chorused. They chuckled, and Sara slid the photoshop across the table to Greg, who grabbed it before Nick or Warrick could. He choked on his breathe.

"What?" immediately he had to hold it tightly to his chest so that the older man couldn't see it. "How... who... when..?"

"Tasha and Charlie," Sara laughed. "With Photoshop, and hell if I should know when... and don't both burning it or ripping it up or anything, it's on my computer. I can simply Email it to these two if I wanted."

"You evil bitch..." he glared, and she smiled sweetly.

"Hey, Hey!" Nick shot him a look that clearly stated, 'don't say that!'. "No need to get violent over this... but I would like to know more about your guys' time together in San Fransico."

"He was never serious," Sara started to list. "He always goofed off, he flirted with everyone in sight, male or female, he dated most of the population of the lab, male or female, and he had the rest of the female population chasing after him the month prior to when he switched jobs."

"Hey, you were chasing me too!" He pointed out, glaring slightly. Nick leaned back, sensing a debate.

"I did not," Sara glared.

"You flirted the most out of everyone," he grinned.

"Flirting is harmless."

"But you were serious about it."

"I was not."

"That's why you saw me off at the airport?"

"We were friends!"

"And we aren't now?"

"You know what I mean..."

"How come no one else came?"

"Because you didn't tell them when your plane was leaving?"

"So you waited at the airport for an unknown amount of time waiting for me to show up?"

"...No?"

"Ha! I was right!"

"You were not," Sara sighed as she stood up slowly. "Now come on... we're both probably late now."

"I'm not going until I get that kiss you still owe me," he said stubbornly.

"I wasn't serious," she taunted as she started to leave. "I don't owe you any kiss."

"We stood under the mistletoe, that means I should of gotten a kiss," she could feel his glare.

"Should of," she sang over her shoulder as she left. "But didn't!"

She looked back after a few dozen steps to see him talking with Nick again. She sighed to herself and continued to Grissoms office...

Just as she was about to enter it, someone stopped her. She turned around, having just enough of a glance into Grissom's office to know that both he and Sophia were looking at him before she was being kissed... she kissed the person back... when he lungs screamed for air she pulled away, only to look at Greg, now wearing a nice, white shirt, the top of his bow-tie just visible.

"That, was serious," he muttered before slipping around her and entering the office.