"Erzsébet open up," Greg said, pounding on Sara's door. He was tired, more tired now than he had been since he was in college during his finals. "Come on, I KNOW you're there…"

"No she's not Greg," came the voice as a very tired looking Sara opened the door; apparently he had woken her. "And could you stop pounding on my door?"

"Where is she?"

"At Matt's hotel," she said, "taking back the ring."

Greg pushed his way into Sara's apartment, ignoring her protests. "Woah…" His worrying about Erzsébet was cut short as he saw the inside of Sara's apartment. "Nice apartment, Sara."

"I got a good deal." Sara yawned, and then headed into her kitchen. "Erzsé stole some of your coffee, care for some?" Greg nodded in response, and Sara watched as he paced the floor of her apartment. "Ever pace around for me?"

"Huh?" Greg looked down and realized he was pacing; Erzsébet had gone to see Matt, without protection? He supposed he should stop worrying, but that didn't seem something he was capable of doing at the moment. Greg sat down on a stool at Sara's counter-bar, and sighed. "How could she go WITHOUT someone, Sara?"

"Probably because there was an entire team waiting here for her when we got back this morning after breakfast." Sara leaned on her side of the counter, and looked over at Greg between her yawns. "Her boss and the team she works with found the report and wanted to come beat his ass down." She smirked. "Or at least those were the words her boss used."

Behind him, the front door closed; he had heard Sara close it when she'd come in after him, so he knew it wasn't the wind. Someone had just come into the apartment. Greg turned, and saw Erzsébet walking in with three very imposing men, and a woman. "How'd it go?"

"Well," the older man went, "we didn't get far enough into the conversation to have her give him back the ring." He gestured towards the other two men. "These geniuses decided it would be fun to threaten his life."

"Good for you." Greg took the coffee Sara offered him, then stood up and went over to the man who had spoken. "Greg Sanders, CSI level one."

"Bailey Malone, head of the Atlanta VCTF."

Erzsébet went into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee herself, motioning for the woman who had come with them to head on in. "They'll be talking about different ways to punish Matt," she said, "and Sam, this is my sister, Sara Sidle. Sara, Sam Waters."

The two women shook hands, and then the three of them looked at the men standing just ten feet away in the living room. "Matt got all defensive," Erzsébet told Sara, taking a drink from the cup, "he said I just wanted to embarrass him."

"Greg showed up about ten minutes ago," she said, gesturing towards Greg for Sam, "he was worried." When Erzsébet rolled her eyes, Sam smacked her on the back of the head, which made Sara smirk into her coffee. "You have known him over ten years, you know…"

"We know," Sam said, "Erzsébet told us about when they went to Hawaii." Sam smirked at Erzsébet sliding down the cabinetry. "It was a fun time, she says."

"Thought you never slept with him."

"I DIDN'T…"