Landing

As he sulked through the ever pressing crowd of people, he couldn't help but want to turn back... would he ever again see the people from his lab? Would he ever again see Sara?

One question was answered as he came up to his gate, and the girl of his dreams was waiting there...

"Sara?" she turned around and smiled.

"Hey... I thought I'd missed you," she came up and hugged him tightly, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I'll miss you ya know... Charlie's my best pal, Sam is the best listener, Tasha always makes me smile, but none of them are all three..."

"So I'm your best pal?" he grinned, though she couldn't see it.

"In a manner of speaking," she pulled away to look at him, and he couldn't help up ask...

"Did you come to give me my goodbye kiss?" he leaned forwards, the distance between them diminishing...

She stepped away.

"No," she shook her head. "No, another time, I just came to say farewell. Have a nice time in Vegas..."

"This could be the last time we ever see each other," he blinked at her, hurt. "And I don't get my kiss?"

"It's a garuntee," she smiled again. "To make sure that we see each other again... now, one day you'll either come back, or I'll go out to Vegas. Either way, you'll get your kiss, and we'll get to see each other..."

"You'll miss me that much?" he held back the tears that suddenly wanted to fall from his eyes.

"Nah," she joked. "I'll see you when you come back... right?"

"Of course," he bit his lip, grinning. "Well... I have a plane to catch... farewell..."

"Greg," someone shook his shoulder, forcing him awake. He groaned, only to look into the eyes of Sara Sidle, CSI extrodinaire...

"Mornin'..." he grinned. "Am I still dreaming?"

"You must be," she rolled her eyes. "Come on, the plane's about to land..."

"Plane?" He blinked. "Okay... what happened while I was asleep?"

"Reunion, remember?" she sighed. "Grissom gave us both a week off so that we could go to our reunion."

"Right..." he stretched as much as he could in his seat, looking out of the window. "Nice to see the sea again... hey, did we ever get together?"

"You've only been pestering me about it for months," she muttered.

"Well... did we?" his grin grew.

"No," he could picture her eyes rolling. "We didn't."

"Darn..." he sat back. "That would of been a happy ending... have I mentioned that your a great kisser?"

"About a million times each day," she said, obviously annoyed. He settled with staring back out of the window; he didn't need to get his head chewed off so early in the morning...

When they got off of the plane, people kept waving at them... it took his sleep deprived mind a few seconds to register who exactly was waving, but by then his oxygen supply was being sucked away as a red head practically pounced on him with kisses... with much help from Sara and another girl, Tasha, the red head got off of him.

"Nice to see you too Charlie," he murmured, trying to get his breath back. Charlie giggled.

"Heard you became a CSI," Tasha whistled silently. "Congrads."

"Thanks," he smiled at her. "I also played tonsil tennis with our lovely Miss Sidle over there, and she hasn't forgiven me yet."

"Stop gloating."