"You do?" Sara asked, her voice filled with hope.
"I flirted with you in here," Greg answered. "You weren't
thrilled."
Sara smiled slightly and moved her hand from his shoulder to his
face. The motion soothed him, taking away the anxiety he had felt all
day.
"I was on a case and didn't have time to respond better. You
didn't take it too personally."
"It didn't seem like a bad memory," Greg said, shrugging. "I hope
more like it return."
"I'm sure they will."
"Will you take your sappy selves and go annoy someone else,
please," Mia said.
"Break room, later?" Greg asked, smiling.
"See you then."
Greg picked up the next piece of evidence and opened it.
"So we're sappy, huh?"
"You ooze with it, Greg."
"Jealous."
"Am not. This is a DNA lab, not a dating service."
"How do you think I got Sara in the first place?"
"Point taken."
Greg laughed and turned his attention to the evidence.
Greg headed into the break room, an hour later. Sara was there
munching on an apple. He went over to the counter and poured a cup of
coffee. He sat beside her and she tossed him an extra apple.
"Thanks."
"I figured you probably hadn't eaten all day."
"I've been too busy moping."
Sara laughed and a shiver of desire went through him. The shiver
turned into a flash as images passed before him. He heard someone
gasp as pain shot through his head.
He was in the hospital and Catherine sat before him. She said
something, but the memory vanished, leaving a headache behind.
"Are you all right?" Sara asked, her arms around his shoulders.
Greg nodded and took a deep breath. The pain in his head was a
dull throb now and he opened his eyes to glance at her. Her concerned
gaze touched him and he offered her a small smile.
"I'm fine," he whispered. "I remember something. I was in the
hospital again, but it was different."
"How?"
"Catherine was there. She was telling me something. I couldn't
make out what it was, though."
"The lab exploded," Sara said softly. "You got the brunt of it and
I received a gash on the hand and frayed nerves."
"When did this happen?" Greg asked, not hiding the concern he felt
for her.
"Almost three years ago," she answered quietly. "Catherine left
something in the fume hood and it exploded from the heat. You were in
the lab, right in front of it. I was walking by at the same time and
was caught in the explosion."
"We made it through all right," Greg remarked, sensing that it
still affected her.
"I know. It's just one of those things I wish I could forget."
Greg placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look at
him. He saw the torment in her eyes and it tore at him. Before he
knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and gently kissed her.
A surge of passion went through him and he deepened the kiss. His
arms went around her, bringing her closer to him. He heard her moan
and his arousal grew as his hands moved down her body.
The sound of a throat being cleared caused them to fly apart. On
opposite sides of the table they looked toward the door and saw
Grissom staring back at them.
"Don't you have a case to work on, Sara?" Grissom asked casually.
"Right on it," Sara said, quickly leaving the room.
"Coward," Greg said to her back.
"And you have DNA to process."
Greg sighed and stood as Grissom entered the room. He didn't know
what the big deal was. They were married after all. Of course, they
were supposed to be working.
"I'm remembering more," Greg remarked.
"That's good, Greg. Make sure the next time you want to make out
with Sara you're somewhere more private. It might not be me walking
in on you next time."
Feeling duly reprimanded, Greg nodded. He headed back to the DNA
lab, his thoughts on the memories which had surfaced.
They're coming more often, he thought as he plucked another
evidence bag from the pile. Maybe one of them will be all I need to
remember everything.
It was dawn when Sara and Greg arrived at home. Sara went into
Erick's bedroom to check on him as Greg paid the babysitter. Greg
closed the door and headed down the hallway to the baby's room. He
stood beside Sara and gazed into the crib.
He still couldn't believe the baby was his. Even when he saw how
much the baby looked like him, he couldn't wrap his mind around it.
"I still can't get over the fact I have a son," he
whispered. "Even with the evidence right in front of me."
Sara rubbed his back in a soothing gesture.
"Give it time," she whispered.
Greg smiled as he watched over his son. He reached out and ran a
finger along the baby's forehead. He only wished he could remember
what happened to bring Erick into his life.
What had changed Sara's mind about me? Greg thought. When did it
happen?
He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at her. She smiled as
she looked at their son.
She's beautiful, he thought as he drank her in.
She turned her gaze on him and his heart leaped at her smile. He
wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer to him.
"I don't remember how we got together, but my feelings for you
never left."
"I figured that," Sara said as her hands went up his
chest. "Especially when you practically made love to me in the break
room."
Greg laughed softly, "If Grissom hadn't of walked in on us, I
probably would have."
"And then we really would have been in trouble."
Greg took her mouth with his, relishing in the taste of her. His
hands traveled down her back as her hands buried themselves in his
hair. She deepened the kiss and he moaned softly.
They broke apart, panting.
"We should move this to our bedroom," Greg whispered.
Sara nodded and led him down the hall to their bedroom. She closed
the door then removed her blouse, dropping it on the floor.
He drank her in, his mouth suddenly dry. He swallowed as his heart
pounded in his chest. His gaze wandered to her bra and an
overwhelming need to remove it came over him.
"Greg," Sara whispered, her voice sending shivers up and down his
spine.
He went to her and took her in his arms. He kissed her with all
the passion he felt as his hands worked the back of her bra. He
deepened the kiss as she slipped out of it.
Sara's fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. His mouth traveled
to her jaw line as she slipped his shirt off his shoulders and down
his arms. He stopped and gazed at her, her expression filled with
love.
"Sara," Greg whispered, desire evident in his voice.
Sara gently pushed him back and onto the bed. Her dark eyes were
black with desire as her hands roamed over his chest and down his
body. She stopped near the top of his jeans, her finger lightly ran
along the skin above the waistband. It caused a shiver to run
through him.
She slowly removed his jeans, sliding them down his legs. She
tossed them to the floor then crawled over him, her eyes locked with
his. She took his mouth with hers, her hand buried in his hair. His
hands explored her body then removed her jeans and underwear. She
deepened the kiss as she removed his underwear.
Greg wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over until he was
on top. He stared into her eyes, wanting to drown in them. He lowered
his head and kissed her, their tongues dancing. He ran his hands into
her hair, loving the softness.
Sara's mouth traveled to his jaw line then up to his ear. She
nibbled on his earlobe, causing a tremor to travel through his body.
She gasped softly as he entered her. They looked at each other,
their eyes saying more than their voices could.