Title: Payback Author: Welly Fandom: CSI Pairings: None Spoilers: None Series/sequel: Nada Archive? Feel free. Disclaimer: I own nothing. NOTHING. Summary: Er, um, Greg goes out in the field. He comes back, after shooting a suspect. He disappears. Where did he go? What will he be like when he comes back?
A/N: This story starts with something happy, and then soon turns downhill. Muahaha.
CHAPTER 1
It was a bright sunny day in Las Vegas. The perfect day to get married, especially if you were Greg and Sara.
As it happens, this was their wedding day.
They'd been engaged for six months, as Sara had wanted a summer wedding. If it was up to Greg, he would have whisked her off to Norway for a Christmas wedding, but for reasons unknown to him, the wedding would be in Las Vegas.
Greg was stood at the front of the little church. Nick was his best man. "What if she doesn't turn up?"
"She'll turn up," said Nick reassuringly.
"What if she doesn't?"
"Greg, she loves you. She'll be here."
The organ music started.
"Is that her?"
Nick turned around. "It's her. She's beautiful."
"Am I allowed to turn around?"
"Not yet."
"Does she look nice?"
"Definitely. Greg, you're a very lucky man."
Greg smiled. "Thanks."
Sara came up to the front of the church, and stood next to Greg. She smiled. "Hey baby."
"Hey," whispered Greg.
"Ladies and gentlemen," began the priest. "We are gathered here today to witness the joining in holy matrimony of these two people, Greg Sanders, and Sara Sidle."
Greg looked across to Sara. She was mouthing something to him, but he couldn't make out the words. He gave her a confused look. "I don't understand."
"Greg! Wake up!"
Greg gasped, and opened his eyes.
"Earth to Greg!" said Sara, waving her hands in front of the newly-qualified CSI's face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," sighed Greg, sitting up on the sofa in the break room and rubbing his eyes.
"You were fast asleep," giggled Sara.
"It's been a long day," said Greg. "What's up?"
"I need you out in the field with me," explained Sara. "It's a rough part of Vegas, I don't want to go by myself."
"I'll come with you," offered Greg.
"Thank you," smiled the older CSI.
Grissom came into the room. "We off then?"
"Huh?" said Sara, turning around. "Oh, I just asked Greg."
"Well, why don't all three of us go?" asked Grissom. "We'll be done quicker that way."
"Okay," said Sara, satisfied that she'd be safe.
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A/N: What, you thought I'd actually let Greg and Sara live happily ever after! Haha, you don't know me very well... This actually, though, is going to be one of the few stories I write where Sara DOESN'T die. Are you impressed?