AN Wow I had not anticipated the type of response I'm getting. Thank you so very much to all of you who have taken an interest in this plot. I'm assuming from the response that you would possibly like Greg and Sara to get together. I know you didn't expect me to figure it out, but I did, you guys want them together its okay to admit it. No more hiding behind words, just admit it already:) Yeah I think I'm funny.

Anyway, I'm going away for a week so, I will be able to check my email, however I won't be able to update till at least next Wednesday. I will do some writing while I'm away, so keep up the encouragement, it gives me motivation. Yes I'm a review whore, what are ya gonna do:)

Dream's gonna shut up now and let the characters do the talking.

Sara had been doing well all week. The angst that had smacked her in the side of the head when she'd met Payton was all but gone now. She had managed to coerce herself back into her old routine of being comfortable around Greg again. Things were going well; leave it to Greg to screw it up again.

They were returning to a scene at a park where a child had been abducted. They had only found one shoe at the scene and Greg was certain the other was still there; they just weren't looking hard enough. So reluctantly Sara had returned with him.

"It's not here Greg, I'm telling you I went over this playground with a fine tooth comb." She protested.

He wasn't listening; he put his kit down by the swing set. She thought he was going to start digging in the sand when he sat down on the swing and started pumping his legs. She watched him, swing back and forth with his eyes closed, in complete wonder. Finally she couldn't take it.

"Greg, what are you doing?"

"Thinking," He said.

"About what?"

He opened his eyes lazily and looked at her upside down, "Have a seat and I'll tell you."

"I'm fine standing thanks."

"Come on haven't you been on a swing before?"

"Not since I had to hop up to sit on one."

"Well then you're missing out, there's no better way to relax your mind then on a swing." He jumped off and turned around to her, "Come on, put the kit down and have a seat." He indicated the swing and waggled his eyebrows with a smile.

Damn him for being so freakin' cute she couldn't say no to him. "Fine," She pursed her lips, "But I'm not promising I'll like it."

"Conceding under duress is just fine with me." He grinned as she sat, quite reluctantly, down on the swing.

He got behind her and started to push. She gasped, "I can do it myself you know."

"Yeah but," He said in her ear when she was against him, then pushed and waited to finish his sentence when she came back, "this is better." He said and pushed again.

Her insides were doing flip flops and her heart was beating somewhere in her throat. 'Think of Payton'. She begged herself. Greg was just her colleague helping her to look at the scene with fresh eyes. It didn't matter that she counted the second till his hands touched her back again and that she'd give anything for him to speak into her ear more. 'Think of Payton,' She repeated, 'Think of the case.'

"Okay so we were called in five hours after Kailynn Rush was reported missing." He was running through what they already knew, she just closed her eyes and let him push her while he thought out loud. "The park had only been closed down for two hours at that point. So that means it was open for three hours before the scene was secure."

She opened her eyes; she was following his train of thought, "So that was three hours of children playing."

He stopped pushing and started wandering over to the large play area, set in a square pit of sand. She jumped off the swing and followed him as he continued talking, "What do kids do when they find something in a sand pit?" He asked eyeing a sand castle built in the corner.

Sara turned on her flashlight and shone it at the castle, "They bury it." She said. Sure enough there, barely sticking out of the front of the castle, was the missing shoe.

Greg looked over and beamed at Sara, "Damn we're good together."

Her smile was wistful and totally lost on him, "Yeah." She said as he headed over to his kit to get a bindle to put the shoe in.

Back in the parking lot of the CSI lab Greg and Sara tumbled out of the truck laughing hysterically. "Admit it Sidle I can persuade you to do anything."

"Come off it Sanders," She laughed and threw the keys at him, so he could log the truck back in."It was for the good of the case." Little did he know that he could persuade her to do anything, he probably never would know. She'd been the 'other woman' unwittingly before, she wasn't going to choose it this time.

"I have you in the palm of my hand Sara," Greg turned to strut into the lab, "palm of my…" His voice trailed off, "Oh, hey baby."

Payton was leaning against her car regarding the two partners quietly. She knew they got along, she knew they didn't ask to work together, they just usually did and she knew that they'd known each other a lot longer than she had known Greg. That still didn't stop her from being highly uncomfortable with their playful banter.

"You forgot didn't you?" She asked quietly.

He looked down at his watch and groaned, "Damn! Yeah, I, I mean we," He indicated Sara who kind of resembled a deer caught in headlights, even though she hadn't done anything wrong. Really, she hadn't, "we were in the middle of this case and I had to go back to the scene and…" His voice trailed off, "Payton I'm sorry."

She sighed, "I do understand Greg, but you could have called."

"I know I'm an insensitive clod," He chucked thekeys back at Sara and got on his knees in front of Payton, "I'm the worst boyfriend ever but I'm begging you with puppy dog eyes to please, please, PLEASE forgive me and I'll make it up to you." He grabbed onto her hands and batted his eyelashes up at her.

Payton tried to look at him sternly but he was being so adorable she couldn't help but smile, "Fine I forgive you."

He beamed and got up to pull her into a hug, "You are the best."

"I know," She said into his chest, "Can we still have coffee?"

Greg looked over at Sara and raised his eyebrows. She nodded, "Be back in under an hour, I'll see if I can find anything probative on this shoe."

Heran over and planted a kiss on her forehead, "I don't know what I'd do without you." He grinned then went back to Payton and opened her car door for her, "You have under an hour to do nasty things to me baby, so be creative."

Payton rolled her eyes at Sara and smiled as she got into the car, "I'll try to think of something."

"Thanks again Sara." He waved then got into the passenger seat. It felt like a year as she stood there and watched them drive away. She shook her head and finally headed back into the building. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she shake this? She thought she was fine but this was too much, she'd never wanted to be somebody else so badly in her life. His affect on her frightened her to no end, because she had no control over it and it was getting to the point where she just might snap if she didn't do anything about it.

Okay guys I hope this can somewhat tide you over, although I'm sure some of you want to kick me in the head, because I'm being SO mean to poor Sara. While others of you want to know how creative Payton is, that my friends I will leave up to your imaginations.:) See you in a week!