AN: Oooo, this one came out a LOT shorter then I thought it would. I hope you like it anyway. Oooo only 2 more days untill I get to go to New York! I can't wait. :) Thanks again to everyone who reviwed. reviews make my world go 'round.
"No," Sara said stubbornly to Brass a little later. Tony was sitting in the living room watching Finding Nemo again and playing with his toy trucks. Sara, Brass and Greg were talking in the kitchen.
"Sara," Brass started.
"I said NO," Sara cut him off. "I do not want a protective detail. I hardly go out of the house anyway. I don't want a bunch off officers tracking my every move. I can take care of myself brass."
Sara was incredibly stubborn and very fierce but Greg was still worried about her.
"Sara what about Tony," Greg said softly. Sara glared at him but she knew he was right.
"Fine," she said bitterly. "They can stay outside my apartment. Make sure they know to stay a fair distance when Tony and I go out though okay."
Brass nodded, seemingly satisfied and left the apartment.
"Ever think that, maybe, I am actually capable of looking out for myself and that little boy," Sara said to Greg, a half glare on her face.
"Ever think that maybe I'm just worried about you," Greg shot back. Sara's glare turned to a grin.
"You don't have to be worried about me."
Greg shrugged. "I can't help it."
Sara looked up at him for a moment, stuck by how odd he looked with straight, semi-flat hair and a somewhat respectable shirt .It made her miss the bad t-shirts and spiked hair, but only a little. She actually liked the new, more mature Greg.
"When did you grow up," Sara joked.
"Hmm…. Probably somewhere between that time in court for the Sherlock case and when Nick was… buried," He said, covering most of him time in the field.
Sara laughed and shook her head. "It was a rhetorical question," She stated. Greg nodded
"I know."
The silence stretched between them but it was a stressed awkward silence. Sara realized how close they really were. Sara would only have to stand on her toes to kiss him.
'Stop that,' she told herself. 'This is Greg we're talking about. Just because he flirts with you, that doesn't mean anything. He flirts with everyone. He flirts with Catherine for God's sake.'
The more reasonable part of her brain was telling her no, not any more anyway. Told her that Greg toned it down quite a bit. The more reasonable part of her brain was also probably what was causing her too move just a little closer to Greg.
She was stopped by a small tug on her pant leg. Sara looked down to see Tony's round brown eyes looking up at her. She couldn't decided if she was more relieved or frustrated. She smiled and picked him up, taking a step or two back from Greg in the process.
"Hey," Greg said to the little boy, not giving away what he thought of Tony coming and that precise moment. "Do you remember me?" He didn't actually expect an answer of any kind so he was very surprised when the little boy nodded.
"Greg." He said in a soft whispery voice that went with his sad solemn look. Sara looked at the boy in her arms in amazement. Tony looked back at her.
"Sara," he said, wrapping his little arms around her neck. "Sara," he repeted into her ear.