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Chapter 4: Why we're all left in ignorance

"Sara, I'm home!"

Sara looked up from her cup of coffee. "Hey, Kyra, how was babysitting?"

"Great, Mandy is so sweet!" Kyra said while hanging up her coat. "Oh, do you have any tea as well?"

"You know I never drink tea and yet you ask again everyone morning," Sara smiled.

"Well, if you deeply cared about me, you would have made me some," Kyra teased while she started to make herself a cup of tea. "Anyway, Mandy is adorable, I love babysitting her! And her father loves her so much, he's great with her!"

"What's his name?" Sara inquired.

"Greg."

Sara nearly choked on her coffee.

"What?"

"You okay?" Kyra said, raising one eyebrow.

"Yeah, it's just… I work with someone named Greg," Sara said. She felt her heart starting to beat faster again. "But I can't imagine…" Her thoughts went back to the song in the car. "It wouldn't be?"

"What?" Kyra said, while sitting down. "Think they're the same guy?"

"Well, I…" Sara started thinking. Was it possible that Greg actually had a daughter?

"How old was she again?"

"Eight."

Eight… Then the girl would have been three when Sara moved to Vegas. Could it be? She'd have to ask him! But… did he have a girlfriend then? Or worse: a wife?

"What about Mandy's mother?" Sara asked.

"As far as I know, she doesn't have one," Kyra replied. "I didn't see her or any evidence that there was a woman in that apartment. Why?"

"Oh, Kyra, you know I've never kept a secret for you," Sara sighed. "I think I'm starting to fall in love with Greg. My Greg. I mean, Greg from my work."

Kyra smiled. "Go for it, Sar! It's about time you started to think about someone else besides Grissom!"

"Hey, I got over Grissom a few months ago already!" Sara quickly said. "Let's just… change the subject. Want to do something together this afternoon?"

A few weeks passed. Sara completely forgot to ask Greg about a possible daughter due to many big cases. After five weeks, Sara finally found a moment to relax in the break room. She had just gotten herself a cup of coffee when Catherine entered. "Hey, Sar, you still alive as well?"

"Yeah, barely!" Sara laughed. She sat down and took a sip.

"Drinkable?" Catherine asked.

"If you have a death wish…" Sara pushed her cup away. "Shift's nearly over, I'll get something on the way home!"

Catherine sat down, just as Greg entered. "Hey, Sara, hadn't seen you today yet," Greg said. "You look great in that shirt!" Sara's cheeks immediately turned bright red, but she managed to hide it from Greg by looking down. Catherine had seen it though. "Greg, can you get my photo album from my locker, please? I've got some new pictures of Lindsey I want to show you."

"Sure." Greg left the break room so Catherine could talk to Sara.

"Spill it, Sar. In love with Greg?"

"I don't know, Cath," Sara sighed. "A few weeks ago, we went back to the lab after a case and he played this beautiful song in his car. I can't stop thinking about him ever since. I know, I know, I'm hopeless!"

"No, Sara, not at all," Catherine friendly said. "Greg's a nice guy and definitely crazy about you. If I were you, I'd go for it!"

Greg returned with the photo album. "Here you go, Cath."

"Thanks, Greg. Here, check out this picture, isn't she beautiful?" Catherine showed the two other CSI's a beautiful picture of her twelve-year-old daughter.

"She's beautiful, Cath," Greg said with a puppy dog face. The kind of face a father would have when seeing a picture of his own daughter! Sara realized. She still had to ask him! But first…

"Greg, would you like to go out for a cup of coffee after shift?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sar, I have to go home right away," Greg said. "Sorry."

"Right…" Sara couldn't hide her disappointment. Greg noticed it.

"Sar, you know I'd love to go out for coffee with you, but… someone's waiting for me at home. And it's not my girlfriend as I don't have one!"

"It's okay," Sara said, nodding. "Show me another picture, Cath."

When shift was over, Greg joined Sara in her walk to her locker. "Sar, are you mad at me?"

"No, of course not!" Just disappointed, she thought, but she didn't say anything.She was glad her cell phone went off. Without checking the ID, she answered: "Sidle. Oh, hey, honey! Yeah, I'm ready. Oh, that sounds great! Yeah, I'll come and pick you up. What's the address again? Okay, I'll be right there."

"Your boyfriend?" Greg softly said when she had hung up. This time he looked disappointed.

"No, Greg, I don't have a boyfriend," she said. She suddenly felt the tension between them. "Greg, I… I don't really know how to say this, but I'm not going to waste another five years like I did with Grissom. Greg, I think I'm in love with you…"

As reply, Greg softly and slowly kissed her. She smiled. "Really?"

He nodded. "Ever since the moment you came here!" He took her in his arms for a hug. "I'm sorry we can't go out for those drinks, Sar, but I really have to go home."

"Well, me too now, I promised I'd pick someone up," Sara said. "But maybe some other time?"

"Absolutely!" Greg said before kissing her again. "So, where do you have to pick up this someone?"

"Four Winds Lane."

Greg froze. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, she's babysitting a little girl there," Sara nodded. "Why?"

"Um… No reason. Why don't you go then, I still have to get something from my locker," Greg quickly said. Sara grabbed his arm, realizing the truth. "You live Four Winds Lane, don't you, Greg?"

He sighed. "Why don't you follow me home?"