AN: Again, sorry for taking an extra day to update. I feel so bad when I can't get in front of a computer and write another chapter down. Oh yeah, and Enjoy the happiness of this chapter because it's going to end fast.
When Tony and Lena came back, Sara had calmed down. She had washed her face, erasing all evidence that she had been crying. He was sitting on the couch, next to Greg. Sara was reading a Forensics Journal and Greg was just sitting, sipping from his glass of soda.
Tony looked fairly happy though it was hard to tell considering he still hadn't smiled. The doctors were worried but Sara wasn't. She knew what it was like to think you would never smile again, like your face forgot how. She put the Forensic journal down and scooped the little boy up.
"Did you have a good time," She asked him. He nodded. She didn't press him to talk, even though he'd been talking a lot more lately. A whole lot more.
"Thanks Lena," Sara said to the younger woman who shrugged and smiled.
"Hey Tony," Greg said, getting up from the couch. The little boy turned to look at him.
"I know you like puzzles right," he said, causing Tony to nod. "Well, I have a few in my closet. They are pretty hard puzzles, but you might have a good time with them."
Sara put the little boy down and smiled at Greg. She was amazed how taken Greg was with Tony.
"So...anything eventful happen while we were gone," Lena half whispered. Sara rolled her eyes and Lena sat down next to her.
"How'd I know you were going to ask that," Sara said.
"Because I unbelievable predictable," Lena said without hesitation. "And you're avoiding the question."
"Lena when will you get it though your head. Greg is just a friend. Nothing else."
"Much to your disappointment, I'm sure," Lena said studding her carefully.
Sara was going to say something, tried to say something, but she couldn't get her tongue around the words. Because she realized what Lena said was completely true. Lena's grin filled her face.
When she was home, even with Tony, Sara's life had a predictable routine. Everything went generally the same every day. And she liked that. She liked the sense of order and routine. But in Greg's house, there was no such thing. Some days he would come home from work exhausted, staying awake only long enough to tell her there was still no lead on Dirchy. Some days he would be very hyper, cook "breakfast" and eat it with her and Tony. Some days he worked late. He didn't have a specific day for doing things. He went shopping when the food was almost gone, and he did the laundry when the clothes hamper was full. When he woke up he didn't really have a plan for his day, he just let things happen. Sara had been there nine days and it was already driving her insane, not that she would ever tell Greg that.
Though she still couldn't go back to work yet, Sara started walking around Greg's apartment, a hazard in itself. Her muscles groaned in disuse and her feet hurt like hell. But Sara was undeniably stubborn and wouldn't go back to work hardly able to walk.
Lena dropped by a lot, mostly when Greg was out. She spent half the time keeping Sara company and the other half trying to convince her to do something about what was between her and Greg. Of course Sara denied and refused everything.
The puzzle Greg had pulled out for Tony was a 550 piece puzzle of an underwater scene, and Tony had been working on it every day. Sometimes Sara helped him, sometimes Greg did. It didn't take long for the little boy to finish, at which point he promptly took the puzzle apart and started putting it together a second time.
Day 10 of Sara's return from the hospital was Greg's day off. He spent most of it sleeping, which Sara couldn't blame him for. Sara was sitting on the couch, reading a Forensic Journal, which had become her main form of entertainment when she wasn't "exercising" her muscles. Tony was still asleep, on a cot Lena had brought over which was currently placed in Greg's bedroom. Greg had woken up and been careful not to disturb the sleeping little boy.
"Hey," he said to Sara as he walked by the couch in the direction of the kitchen.
"Greg," Sara said putting down the Forensic Journal. Greg stopped and turned to look at her. He was dressed in the shorts he wore to bed and hadn't yet put on a t-shirt. His hair was twisted into crazy spirals unlike anything he had ever created intentionally. Before he had turned Sara caught a glimpse of a spider web of scars across his back and when he turned she saw them continue across his chest. She was instantly reminded of the lab explosion and the images played in her mind. Greg stood there waiting for her to answer. But she just couldn't remember what she was going to say.
Sara managed to stand up. She walked slowly over to him, still wobbly on her feet. Her brain was sending out signals to stop, to back up, to leave, but whatever was controlling her feet wasn't listing.
When she was closer, Greg reached out a hand and put it on her arm, to keep her steady. Sara looked into his dark eyes for a moment, a completely still moment. The her eyes traveled down to his chest, fowling the lines of the spider web scar. She reached out on hand and gently brushed his skin, feeling the shiver that went though Greg's body. She knew full well she was crossing the boundary between friendship and something more. Maybe she just didn't care.
"I remember that day. I remember the explosion, the heat. I remember seeing you on the ground in the mess of all that, and in th hospital later," She said.
"Sara," Greg said in an odd voice. Almost strained, but not really. Sara looked up at him. Their eyes stayed connected, but Greg didn't say anything more. Sara was completely aware of Greg's hand which hadn't moved from her arm, of her own hand still resting on Greg's chest, of how close they were.
Sara saw him lower his face a little bit. She reached up and their lips met in the middle. Then time stopped and everything else seemed to dissolve away into to nothingness. Nothing else mattered right now because she was kissing Greg like it was the only thing keeping her alive, keeping her from falling into a black oblivion. And he was kissing her back with the same passion.
Then something brought them back to earth, back to Greg's living room. The clapping of two small hands and Tony's happy laughter.