AN You know I wasn't going to write any more of this but then a few of you decided to review (thank you very much for that by the way:)...so this inspired me to possibly take it further…there isn't much in this update, just a bit more of some angsty Sara a little less in denial…as I sit on this idea the evolution could be interesting.

BTW The quotes in Sara's dream are from Season 5's 'Big Middle' so there are spoilers if you haven't seen it!

I'll shut up now I hope you like it. Dream :)

Sara groaned and buried her face in the pillow…

"How much does this thing weigh?" Greg looked at her dubiously.

Grissom answered as ifGreg shouldn't have asked the question in the first place, "Two hundred and forty pounds at the moment. We'll increase the weight incrementally until you can't move."

Greg didn't believe him for a second and looked at Sara hoping she'd be on his side at least, "Oh, I can't lift that. And if I can't, you can't." He looked at her pointedly, "This is a safety issue."

She regarded him with a smile. He was always so cute when,frankly he was just always so cute,"Well, that's what the pulley is for, Greg, so relax and lie down on your back." She knew the implications of what she was saying even as she said it. She watched him reluctantly crawl onto the mattress anticipating a rebuttal from him with secret connotations.

She wasn't disappointed, "You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once, except it wasn't in a garage. And Grissom wasn't watching," She tried to suppress her smile but it didn't seem to be working. "That was a different dream."

Grissom lifted the dummy they had rigged and placed it over Greg. Sarah was curious as to how his dream had gone but she really needed to focus on the experiment. "How's it feel, Dreamer?"

"Like 240 pounds of pure woman." She refused to laugh at that, but really liked the way he'd said it.

"How's your breathing?" Grissom asked.

"Limited."

Sara rolled over and stared at her clock. Only fifteen minutes had gone by yet it'd felt like an hour. Damn Payton! Screw her for showing up and making these thoughts run through her head! Sara had been happily content living in her denial, getting all of Greg's attention and being around him as much as made her comfortable; always knowing she could take it further if she wanted. She couldn't do that now. Of course she didn't want to, did she? She smacked herself in the head 'Stop asking that question!' She had run through all of the professional reasons as to way it was a bad idea, but lately they weren't convincing her like they used to. Now that Payton was in the picture he looked even more enticing, was it just because she couldn't have him, or was it because she'd wanted him the whole damn time and she'd just realized it? She knew the answer; she just didn't want to admit it. She was so frustrated she had to scream into her pillow. Look what he had done to her, damn him!

Nick and Warrick found Greg in the break room as they were getting off a long shift. He was brewing one of his 'special' pots of coffee.

"Long time no see Greg." Warrick patted him on the back, "You gonna share that brew?"

Greg turned around with the filters in his hand and raised an eyebrow at his former colleague, "You had to do it didn't you?"

"Do what?" Warrick looked to Nick who just shrugged, he had no idea what was going on.

"Throw the 'ol Brown charm at my girlfriend." He scrunched up his face in a frown.

Warrick laughed, "I didn't know she was your girlfriend man. Soon as I did it was hands off, but I gotta say Greg." He put both thumbs up, "Good job."

Greg beamed, "You think so?"

"Are you kidding me?" Nick piped in, "I honestly didn't think she existed the way you described her, she sounded too perfect."

"I was right though wasn't I? She's a scientist too, we met at a conference on the…"

"Who cares how you met her Sanders? How did you get her?" Warrick was curious.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again." Greg said with a grin.

"A gentleman never tells." Sara said from the doorframe where she had been leaning and listening to the conversation.

Greg pointed at her and smiled, "See that's what I'm talking about. There is someone who knows me. Thank you Sara." He bowed, "As always your timing is impeccable."

'No actually my timing is shit. I want to push you up against that break room fridge and plant one on you till your toes curl but I can't, because your girlfriend is perfect. I call that shitty timing don't you?' This is what she wanted to say, but she forced the scowl down and pushed a smile up. "You're welcome Greg; you planning on working tonight? I have a 419 here with our names on it." She shook the file at him.

He finished pouring his coffee into a travel mug and snatched the file from her, "You're driving right?"

She smiled over at him, "Don't I always?"

He looked down at the file and took a sip of his coffee, "No comment, I've gotta spend a number of hours with you tonight I don't wanna put my balls in a vice before I've had a hell of a lot more caffeine in my system."

She slipped her arm around his waist and looked up at him with a smile, "Now would I do that to you Greg?"

Putting the file and the coffee into one hand he dropped his arm around her shoulder, "You would in a heartbeat and you know it."

It wasn't like this was abnormal contact for them. She wasn't normally a touchy feely person but had gotten into a habit of it with Greg, just comfortable hugs and shoves here and there. It had all been innocent and fun. At least it had been until his touch sent warm tingles through her skin. This was insane, she was sure she could qualify as certifiably nuts, that's all there was to it. She was fantasizing about Greg Sanders for shit sakes!

"Okay I really hate to state the obvious here but what's wrong with that picture?" Nick looked out the break room window at Greg and Sara.

"Don't psychoanalyze it Nick." Warrick warned.

He held his hands up, "I'm not psychoanalyzing anything, but I would just like to point out that I can count on one hand the amount of times Sara Sidle has put her arm around me and I've always instigated it."

Still stirring his coffee Warrick walked over and watch Greg and Sara disappear around the corner, "Point taken, but you know what happened the last time you tried to interfere in Sara's love life."

"I didn't interfere I just tried to set her up."

"Right and what did she do?"

"Shot me down cold."

"Exactly, leave it alone Nick all those therapist sessions are going to your head."

"I'm just saying…" He trailed off.

"Yeah and I heard you Dr. Phil now can we get the hell out of here before Catherine finds us and throws us another case?"