Greg walked down the hallway to the break room where he saw Sara.
She sat at the table eating a sandwich. He sat beside her, getting
her attention.
"What is it?" Sara asked as she set down her sandwich.
His gaze was drawn to the piece of paper in his hand. He glanced
at it and saw it was the results from a DNA test.
"What is that?"
Sara snatched it out of his hand before he could respond. She
stared at it then glared at him.
"How did you get this?" Sara asked. "You weren't supposed to know."
Confused, Greg shook his head. He looked closely at her and saw
the protruding stomach. He glanced back at her in surprise.
"You're pregnant," he said, stunned. "And it's mine."
Sara said nothing. She tossed the paper at him and left the room.
He watched her leave, a sudden sadness washing over him.
Greg woke to the sound of the alarm clock. He leaned over and
turned it off. He glanced at Sara as she stretched lazily. He removed
a lock of hair from her face as she opened her eyes.
"What time is it?" Sara asked.
"Three in the afternoon," Greg answered.
Sara groaned and placed her face in her pillow.
"We have a shift in three hours," she mumbled, causing Greg to
smile. His smile fell as he remembered the dream.
"I had a dream about us," he mentioned.
Sara raised her head and stared at him. She lifted an eyebrow in
question.
"About us?"
Greg sat up, resting his back against the headboard. He closed his
eyes and sighed. Maybe she could make sense of it better than he
could.
"I went to you with results in my hand. I found out you were
pregnant. You weren't happy. You said I shouldn't have found out."
"Not one of my better moments," she said softly. "I was scared and
you didn't help matters."
So it was a memory, he thought as anger welled up inside him.
Greg stared at her and she averted her eyes. He touched her chin,
moving it so she looked back at him. The expression in her eyes eased
his anger and he sighed. She obviously regretted it and there was no
sense in being angry with her.
"Don't worry about it," he said softly. "At least, I remember it
now and that's all that matters."
Sara smiled slightly and sat up. She moved closer to him and
kissed him gently on the lips. She released him before their desire
could take over.
"We should get ready for work," she told him.
"Right. Don't want to be late."
Sara and Greg arrived at the CSI headquarters as someone burst out
the door and straight toward them. They didn't see him until he ran
right into Greg, knocking him down.
"What the…?" The man said, getting his balance before he too fell
over.
"Stevens!" Sara shouted as Greg looked up from his position on the
ground.
A rush of memories went through him then, causing a wave of pain
to follow. He was on his way into the building when someone grabbed
him from behind then darkness.
"You," Greg said as he got to his feet. "It was you."
Stevens glared at him then smiled wickedly.
"So they found you."
"And you're going right back where you belong," Sara said as she
made a move toward Stevens.
"I don't think so," Stevens growled.
Stevens grabbed Greg and placed him between her and himself. Greg
felt cold steel against his throat and another memory flashed before
him.
A different man had a hold of him in the interrogation room, a
knife coming toward him. The knife was stopped by an officer. Fear
rushed through him as Sara grabbed the man's other arm, trying to
hold the suspect back. The man jerked out of the officer's hold and
spun around, slicing her arm in the process.
"Sara!" Greg shouted as he came back to reality.
"Quiet, you. You're coming with me."
"Let him go!" Sara shouted as she went for her gun. She then
realized she had left it in her locker. Fear flowed through her as
she watched Stevens walk away with Greg held at knife point.
"He's my ticket to freedom," Stevens said as he moved around her,
keeping Greg between them. "If you're good, I might leave him alive."
Sara looked toward the doorway and saw Brass racing out the door
toward them. Only the knowledge that things could become worse kept
her from relaxing completely.
Stevens was half-way towards an SUV when Brass drew his gun and
aimed.
"Hold it right there."
Stevens spun around, knife at Greg's throat. The heavy weight of
fear lodged in the pit of her stomach.
"Drop the gun or I'll drop him," Stevens snarled, the knife
already drawing blood.
"Take it easy," Brass said calmly. "Just let him go."
"I think I'll keep him," Stevens said, an evil smile stretching
his face. "Besides, I wasn't done playing with him when you took him."
Sara's heart pounded as she watched the exchange. She felt so
helpless, yet there had to be something she could do. She looked at
Greg, who appeared calm. She wondered what was going through his
head. She knew he had to be terrified. His memories of being tortured
had to be coming back now.
"Greg," she whispered as she tried to catch his eye.
He glanced over at her, his eyes eerily calm. She felt a sense of
dread flow through her.
What is he thinking? Sara thought, hoping he wasn't going to try
anything foolish.
"I'm only going to say this once again. Drop the gun and hand over
the keys to this SUV," Stevens warned. "I'm running out of patience."
Before Brass could react, Greg elbowed Stevens in the stomach.
Stevens yelped and loosened his grip on his hostage. Greg took the
opportunity and dived for the ground as Brass moved in to arrest
Stevens again.
"Greg!" Sara shouted, racing over to him. She gathered him in her
arms, stroking his unruly hair.
"I was so scared," she whispered. "I didn't know what to do."
"It's all right," Greg returned. "I don't think I could stand it
if something happened to you."
"I love you," she said as she kissed him. "I don't ever want to
lose you."
"You won't, Sara. You're stuck with me."
"Good."
Sara helped Greg to his feet as they watched Brass shove Stevens
against the SUV. She felt herself finally relax as Brass placed
Stevens's hands behind his back and read him his rights.
"I'm fully awake now," Greg remarked as they turned to go inside.
A shout from behind them caused them to spin around. Stevens had
gotten out of Brass's hold and had grabbed his gun. They started to
run toward him when Stevens hit him on the back of the head with the
butt of his gun. Brass fell to the ground. Stevens turned his stare
toward them and raised the weapon.
"This day just keeps getting better and better," Greg said.
"Now where were we," Stevens said as he stepped toward them.
Sara moved in front of Greg, refusing to let this mad man have him
again. Stevens smiled, sending a chill down her spine.
"I'll just take both of you," he said as he pushed the hammer of
the gun back. "Two for the price of one. Saves me from having to
search for another playmate for a while."
"Sara," Greg whispered from behind her. His voice was filled with
worry for her, but she shook her head. She wasn't going to let anyone
take him away again if she could help it.
"The keys," Stevens said, holding out his free hand.
"I don't think so," Greg said stubbornly as he moved in front of
Sara.
"Greg," Sara cried, fear rising to her throat.
"Go inside," he demanded, his dark eyes pleading.
She shook her head, ignoring the amused expression on Stevens's
face. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Grissom along with more
officers head toward them. She didn't relax as she tried to get Greg
out of the line of fire.
"Go inside, Sara."
"I'm not leaving you."
"The keys. Now!"
The gun shot sounded through the night, causing both Greg and Sara
to freeze. Sara saw Grissom and the police race toward them, weapons
drawn. She turned her gaze to Greg, who stared at her in surprise.
She moved Greg out of the way as the cops trained their guns on
Stevens. Grissom came up to them as she helped Greg sit on the ground.
"Are you two all right?"
"We will be when Stevens is put away," Sara remarked as she looked
Greg over.
Shouts and gun fire rang through the night once again. Before long
it was quiet again. Stevens laid on the ground dead along with two
officers.
"Can we go inside now?" Greg asked after awhile.