A/N: Yeah, so instead of updating this fic, which I should've been doing, I kinda… sorta… looked at and/or talked about Greggo all day. Heh hehh. –shifts eyes nervously-. Anyways, I'm updating now, so there's no need to throw flaming rolls of toilet paper at me. I believe this chapter to be the one that will outshine all the rest, which isn't very hard considering outshining those chapters is like… outshining a rusty paperclip. Now, come with me it you will, gentle viewers, on a new voyage of the mind:
When Greg arrived at work the next morning, he didn't see Sara anywhere. He didn't really think much of it, though. She was probably somewhere else in the building pretending to be interested in work. So, he walked briskly over to Grissom's office. Grissom was sitting at his desk, looking over some files as he arrived. He knocked quietly on the doorframe to get his attention.
"Hey Gris, how's it hangin?"
Grissom nodded without looking up. Apparently, the case file he was looking over was more interesting than an exploding cross-dresser on crack. Or maybe that was the case.
"Just came here to give you an update. I lifted some fingerprints off a possible murder weapon, but there's no match as of yet. Sara found some sort of substance on the two victims. I'm heading on over to Trace to ask Hodges for the results,"
Grissom looked up from his file "Good work," he was just about to leave when he stopped and asked,
"Hey Gris, did you know this case was high profile when you gave it to me and Sara?"
A small smile formed on Grissom lips, which was a good enough answer for Greg.
"Thanks Boss," he said then turned and made his way over to his next destination.
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"Hey Hodges," said Greg in the most expressionless voice possible. "Results?"
"Oh I'm sorry Sanders. Were you not looking forward to coming here? I'm so sorry that you have to endure getting perfect and accurate results every time, you ungrateful scab," There was a pause as Hodges sat there smugly and waited for a comeback.
"Great, and the substance is?" he started to snap his fingers "Come on Hodgey-o. I don't got all day, here!"
Hodges gave him a look of pure hatred then said "It's cement dust,"
"Thank you!" he said smiling sweetly. "And did you happen to see Sara anywhere?"
"No, I didn't. And if I did do you really think I would tell you? I enjoy your suffering,"
"Alright, just thought I'd ask. You can go back to being pathetic now," with that, Greg left before Hodges could retort. Okay, where is Sara… hmm… he thought as he peered into various rooms, No luck. I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm being avoided. He thought glumly after a rather thorough search. He finally gave up and paged her. As he walked into the fingerprint lab he got a reply from Sara that simply read 'Busy'. Yep, avoiding is happening.
"No luck with any of the databases?" he asked Jacqui unhappily.
"None whatsoever. Too bad,"
"Ugh! We don't have any suspects yet," he was getting a bit frustrated. Not only was Sara shunning him, but now this case was going nowhere. Okay, just analyze some evidence. You're bound to find something. Then you can go to the break room and drink some delicious, succulent coffee. Good…it'll be good.
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"So then the farmer looks down and says…uh…what was it again…oh yeah, he says 'once I got lost'," said Greg finishing off his joke. He was feeling much better now. He had found something very helpful in the back pocket of one of the vic's pants. But he still hadn't seen Sara and he really wanted to talk to her.
Sophia gave him a polite smile.
"Okay, so I kind of stepped on the joke near the end there,'
'Which leaves me asking 'would it have been any funnier?' Of course, I already know the answer to that,"
"I know it's taking all the power of your being not to burst into a fit of laughter right this second,"
"It sure is, Skip," said Sophia sarcastically.
"What? What is 'Skip'? Is that what you're calling my now?"
"Yep, it's cute,"
"It's really patronizing and kind of… demeaning,"
"That would be the point, Skip," she said while scruffing up his hair.
"WOAH! Calling me stupid names is one thing, but messing with the hair is a whole different matter. This right here," he said gesturing towards his head "Is time. This is art. You just put your hands all over the exhibit. I could have security called on you,"
"You go ahead and do that, Skip. I'm getting back to work. There are some criminals that need catching,"
Greg sighed and walked out of the break room and proceeded to the evidence room. He happened to catch a glimpse of Sara in there and switched into super sneaky mode. He quickly walked in the door.
"Found you,"
Sara looked a bit nervous to see him, but smiled weakly and said,
"Oh, hey. How's it going?"
"Good, I just wanted to talk about what happened last night…"
"Listen, I don't really think-,"
"What do you remember?"
She sighed, and then reluctantly said, "I remember most of it. I remember being a total bitch in the car. I remember how pathetic I was and I remember apologizing, which I should probably do again. I feel like such a moron,"
"You don't have to feel stupid. You have stuff going on. I can understand that… do you remember anything else?"
Sara sat there for a few moments pondering, "No, not really. I was pretty smashed, it's a wonder how I actually remember any of that discussion in the car,"
"So, nothing else? Nothing at all?"
She shrugged and Greg couldn't help but feel a little crestfallen. So the kiss meant nothing.
"Okay, well if you ever want to talk about anything I'm here, or if you ever want to do something that doesn't involve alcohol I'm pretty much always free,"
"I'll keep that in mind," said Sara. Soon after, Greg departed soon after and left Sara lost in thought.
The truth was, she had remembered the kiss.
