AN Ah this is so fun! You guys are getting all involved and helping me write this!

Okay FoxRox1 I hope you approve of Sara's reaction to the break up. I didn't want it to be perfect, but I did think she deserved a bit less angst, she'll have more to say in the next chapter.SpeedRacer15 I'm glad I can talk about them like they're real, sometimes I feel like they are and then my bubble is burst. I like that bubble, its fun. :) I kind of wanted to make Payton annoying so that I could enjoy getting rid of her more. chibigirl626 you got it right I needed to make her a bitch. It was fun too:) Magick I want some of that ice cream man! You made me hungry! Glad you like it and I'm sorry you can empathize…it's gonna get better for Greg…so I hope it's better for you! loose-canon-with-a-gun I like the revenge idea, I'll have to see if that works into my plot plan. :) NothingButSarah, Ravenheart3, Cheelalaucha, LocoGreggo, I'm so glad you are enjoying this it's a fun story to write.

Whew. If I missed someone please know I LOVED your review. I find myself smiling at the computer whenever I get one. How sad is that? LOL Okay enough dawdling here's the next chapter…hope it works for you. Dream :)

For two weeks Sara felt like something major was happening behind her back. Whether swing or graveyard if someone was talking they stopped when she walked into the room. Even Sophia seemed to be in on it and it was starting to make her mad.

She rapped twice on his office door. Grissom took his glasses off and looked up from his computer. "Sara? What can I do for you?"

"You can tell me what's going on around here?" She said, exasperated as she flopped down in the chair in front of his desk.

Grissom smiled, "You're a good CSI, what do you think?"

Sara rolled her eyes, "Is that your joke of the year or something?"

"Yes and I figured I'd use it at your expense." He retorted, "Now what exactly is your grievance?"

"Something is happening and I'm in the dark." She sighed, "I hate being in the dark."

"Think about it for a second Sara. What could be happening around the lab that wouldn't involve you?"

"I don't know, that's why I came to you, you seem to know everything about anything."

He let the comment pass and leaned onto his hands to regard her, "It's not your birthday, so who…"

She cut him off and leaned forward in her seat, "Greg. Something happened with him. He hasn't been talking to me lately."

"That's a good place to start." Grissom shrugged but his eyes told her that he knew a heck of a lot more.

Air started entering her lungs a lot slower. Grissom regarded her with a bemused smile and just waited. She gulped, "Payton?"

He shook his head, put his glasses back on and looked back at his monitor, "You should probably ask him about that."

Knowing this move meant they were done Sara stood, "I'm not exactly talking to him either."

He didn't look up, "Maybe you should start."

She left his room without another word and headed down the hall toward the break room where Catherine, Warrick and Nick were talking. As had happened before as soon as she entered they stopped, "Don't let me stop your conversation." She said reaching behind Nick to get a drink out of the fridge.

"We weren't saying anything important." Warrick said without looking her in the eye clearly indicating some type of guilt.

"Sure you weren't." She put the drink to her lips, "Where's Greg?"

Catherine raised an eyebrow, "You care?"

"Funny, where is he?"

Finally Nick decided to help her out, even if just a little bit, "We're meeting him somewhere later. He went to change."

"Thanks Nick." She was out of the room before either of them could say anything else.

"I'm surprised it took her this long to figure something out. Greg's been living with me for two weeks now." Nick commented when she was out of ear shot.

"She probably knew it was about him." Warrick commented.

"She's got it pretty bad huh?" Nick said thoughtfully.

Catherine laughed, "All right ladies, you both have paperwork due to me before you help anybody move. Go finish your gossip while you're pretending to work."

"Like you aren't at all interested in what happens with them." Warrick grinned at her.

"That's for me to know."

"And you to find out." Nick finished for her, "You know maybe I should start hitting on Mia to keep in line with all the romance spreading through this office."

Catherine blushed and headed out the door, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Nick looked over at Warrick who was all of a sudden very interested in his drink, "Of course you don't." He shook his head, "What are there like pheromones in the air or something?"

"I don't…" Warrick started.

"Right, yeah, don't know what I'm talking about. Got it."

Sara found Greg just shutting his locker. He was whistling something and talking on his phone, "Yeah…uh huh…we'll be by in under an hour…right…thanks again. Okay see ya." He saw her just as he flipped the phone shut, "Hi."

She tipped her head to the side and put her drink up on top of the lockers. Kicking the bench over, she walked toward him and pushed him up against the locker with her hand on his chest. "What is going on?" She asked, keeping herself an arms length away from him, enjoying the shock on his face.

He looked down at her hand then back up at her face, "Going on?" He managed to say.

She dropped her arm but didn't move, "Around here, something is going on and nobody's talking to me, which means it has to do with you so spill."

He regained his composure finally and smiled, "Do you have a pen?"

"A pen? I swear to god Sanders," She pulled one out of her pocket and handed it to him, "You better start talking."

He took the pen and reached for her hand, "Come here after your shift." He wrote an address down on the inside of her palm.

"Isn't this your shift too?" She asked looking down at the address, kind of recognizing the street name.

He licked his lips and stepped away from her, "Yeah but I've done way more over time than is necessary so Gris gave me the night off."

"Just like that?" She asked staring at his lips.

"Yeah," He grinned, "Just like that. See you later." He waved and chucked the pen at her.

She reached up and caught it, "You are so infuriating."

"And just think," He winked, "I just got started."

What the hell was he talking about? She shook her head and reluctantly went back into the lab to process some more evidence from the B&E her and Sophia and worked the day before. She really liked him this confident, it worked for her, was it warm in the locker room all of a sudden?

Sara rubbed her hands on her pant legs as she waited for the light to turn green. She checked the map she'd printed off of mapquest and counted the amount of streets she had to pass before she turned right. She had no idea what was going on, but she kind of liked the anticipation. Throughout the rest of her shift Greg sent her text messages. One word at a time he'd sent 'You'd better be here after work, or else." The time increment in between drove her nuts until she figured out what he was saying. She smiled to herself, she'd missed his flirting. She just wished Payton didn't exist so she could thoroughly enjoy it. Grissom finally let her off early because she was getting so anxious.

There was a large moving truck backed into the driveway of a modest bungalow. Greg was on the front porch talking to an older woman and it looked like Nick and Warrick were hauling a couch out of the back of the truck. As Sara pulled up to park she saw Lindsay Willows come running out the back of the truck with the cushions for the couch. It was Catherine, who was coming out of the front door onto the porch, who noticed Sara first.

"Just in time Sara I need help with the kitchen." She called causing Greg and the older woman to turn and watch Sara walk up the driveway.

Greg bounded down the steps over to her, a big grin on his face, "You made it!" He exclaimed.

"Well I got this threatening message that told me to be here." She smiled at him, "So yeah I made it."

He looped an arm around her shoulders, "Come on, you gotta meet Mrs. Banks."

"Edith sweetie, I told you to call me Edith." The older woman said with a smile as the two got to the porch, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Sara."

She was so beyond confused, "Finally?"

"Hey Sar you gonna do the heavy lifting now?" Warrick lifted his shirt up to wipe the sweat off of his face.

"She's not doing any lifting; she's helping me unload the kitchen!" Catherine called back, then whistled, "Although heavy lifting is starting to look damn good." Warrick quickly dropped the shirt and ducked back into the truck.

Nick came out laughing and called, "So that leaves Warrick and I to haul off this bed?"

"Hey I'm helping." Lindsay protested appearing at Nick's side.

Nick put an arm around her and smiled down at her, "Right sorry, hun. Warrick, Lindsay and I…"

"She could unpack the bookcase to you know. I have no idea how to organize those things." Greg mused.

"You could tell her what the hell is going on to start and then we'll see what she'll do!" Sara finally said, so far beyond confused she didn't know which end was up.

Catherine laughed and ducked back inside, "I, of course, will be in the kitchen."

"I have some baking I left in the oven and I can't count on Mr. Banks to do it." Edith Banks announced.

Greg leaned forward and kissed her cheek, "Thanks again Mrs…" He stopped when she glared at him good naturedly, "…uh, Edith."

She actually blushed and smiled, "You're of course welcome. It was nice to meet you all!" She called. There were various shouts of good bye and waves as Edith slowly walked to her car.

Sara leaned back on the porch railing, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Greg, "You can explain this to me any time now."

"Well this house belongs to Edith and Kevin Banks. It's too big for them so they decided to move into a smaller condo. They're old friends of Warrick's grandmother and were happy to rent it out to a friend of Warrick's who got a killer deal. He's moving in today." Greg said with a flourish and a smile.

"Do I get to meet this 'friend'?" She asked.

Greg's grinned broadened, "You already have."

Her eyebrows crunched in wonder then grew wide in shock, "You?"

He shrugged, "I gave up my apartment when I moved in with Payton and while Nick's couch is pretty comfortable I don't think I can stand another day of waking up to blaring country music."

Her brain was slowly processing this information, "You, are moving in here?"

"Yup." Greg nodded.

"Why?"

He laughed, "I thought I already told you that. Nick's is…"

She reached forward and grabbed him by the shoulders, "Quit pissing around." She needed him to say it. She needed to hear the words come out of his mouth, she did NOT want to jump to conclusions her heart couldn't take it.

"Payton and I broke up; I moved my stuff out last week and put it into storage until I could find a place." He said, "I just found a place, thanks to Warrick's grandma and you are invited to help me unpack." He turned and indicated his front door.

She looked at the door, looked back up at him and thought for a moment. Finally she smiled and walked passed him into the home, "Hey Catherine you still need help?" She called.