AN Yup things are starting to look up, but you know I'm really warming to the 'revenge' idea so Payton isn't completely gone. It won't be a life or death kinda thing just a 'creepy gone too far' kind of thing. That's all I'm saying about that…right now let's bask in the mushiness shall we?

Magick bring the ice cream next time it sounded dang good. And if you're gonna strangle the characters don't leave any marks or epithelials…they are CSI's after all!

Ah FoxRox1 you have no faith in me…lol…I gotta get you all comfortable before the other shoe falls…doesn't make it the same if I don't… :)

Glad you are all liking it so far…I was gonna leave the moving day but I couldn't, this little plot diddy kept knocking on the back of my mind and it was starting to hurt yo!

It was inevitable. Catherine and Sara were in the middle of a debate over where the cutlery should have its final resting place when Catherine's phone rang. She looked down at it and sighed, "I love being on call, I love being on call…" She answered, "Willows…yeah…right…I'll meet you there."

"Let me guess, 419? Murder suicide? Body hung upside dow…" Greg walked into the kitchen with a grin.

Catherine stopped him with a hand over his mouth, "Stop right there, you are too giddy for this. Go organize a bookshelf or something."

"But I want to know…"

Sara cut him off this time by putting an arm around his waist and leaning in to whisper something into his ear. "Ok?" She asked letting go of him.

He looked at her for a second then nodded, "Yeah sure whatever you say," and left without another word.

"What did you say to him?" Catherine was curious.

"You aren't the only one who can have secrets." Sara said with a smile, "Now don't you have a crime scene to attend to?"

"You owe me along girl's night out with a lot of spilling."Catherine shook her finger at Sara.

"Only if you return the favor," Sara offered her hand.

Catherine shook it with a laugh, "You have yourself a deal."

"Do I even want to know?" Nick asked coming into the kitchen on a search for water.

"No." Both women answered.

"Hey Nick, Warrick needs help with the mattress." Lindsay came in; she'd basically been his shadow all day.

Catherine smiled, "We have to go hunny I have to get back to work."

Lindsay looked defeated, "Aw mom!"

"You need me or Warrick?" Nick asked finding an unpacked glass and filling it with water.

"Take your pick."

"You take Warrick. I signed out the truck, I'll get Greggo to help me with the mattress and drop Lindsay off at your place after I get my vehicle back." Nick suggested.

"Done," Catherine winked at Lindsay, who blushed, then headed through the house, "Warrick you're mine tonight!" She called.

"They're gross." Lindsay revealed.

Nick wrapped an arm around her, "You are so my favorite girl," he grinned, "hey Sara find Greg and tell him to meet me in the truck."

"Right," She nodded with a laugh, "You work that thirteen-year-old."

"Shut up."

"Looks like you get to help move that mattress."

"What did Warrick sprain his finger?" Greg pulled a stack of magazines out of a box and dropped them onto the couch.

"Something like that." She smiled and watched him stare at the stack of magazines and then look at the already full bookcase.

"Okay," He said absent mindedly walking passed her to go through the kitchen to the garage.

At the last minute Sara hooked her fingers in one of the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him over. "Just a sec," She whispered before kissing him. She was right, he did taste as good as she remembered and contrary to whatever anyone had said, he really did know what he was doing.

To say he was stunned would have been the understatement of the year. It took him a full fifteen seconds to respond and by then she had him pushed up against the wall, not that he minded at all. He really enjoyed this aggressive Sara, "Whoa," He said a moment later, "What was that for?"

She smiled at him, "Because I wanted to."

"Hey Greggo you coming out here any time soon?" Nick called.

He looked over his shoulder then back at Sara, "Can we uh, continue this, umm 'discussion' later?"

"Yeah sure," She said heading into the kitchen, "So you want the cutlery to the left of the fridge or the right of the dishwasher?"

He followed her and sighed, "We do have to define this at some point you realize that right?

"Relax Greg," She smiled, "Pick a pace and I'll meet you there, now you really should get that bed set up or you're going to be sleeping on that couch with your magazines."

She watched the truck leave the driveway, the little girl and Nick sitting in the front seat. The other two had left earlier which meant that Greg was alone with Sara. She gripped the steering wheel and seethed. She had no idea what she was doing there to begin with, but she did know that she definitely didn't like that they were alone.

Sara had stayed long enough to make sure his kitchen was completely unpacked. She yawned and smiled at him as they chucked the last of the kitchen boxes into the storage room, "I really need to get back home I think I'm officially exhausted."

"I have a question for you Sara." Greg said rubbing the back of his head as he followed her to the front door.

"Shoot," She rolled her eyes, "I really need to not say that."

He laughed then continued, "I don't know how to say this but…"

"You don't want to rush into anything," She cut him off, "me neither." She walked over to him.

"That and it's going to take me a minute or ten to get used to this…" He indicated how close they were in proximity to each other.

"Why?" She smiled at him and didn't move. She was close enough to feel his breath but she wasn't actually touching him.

He smiled back and put his hands on her waist, "These sorts of dreams don't usually become reality."

"I say enjoy it when it does." She was getting so close her lips actually brushed his when she spoke.

"I plan to." He said before silencing her with his mouth.

When Sara pulled away from the curb she couldn't remember being in such a good mood. She should have been waiting for the inevitable shoe to drop, but she didn't want to just yet.

Greg actually pinched himself after Sara left. He knew it probably wasn't a good idea to get caught up in anything so soon after a break up. But this was Sara, not some woman he found at a bar. He didn't want to blink and miss this opportunity. So why the nagging in the back of his mind? What was wrong?

Payton waited until he shut the door before she finally pulled away. Had she been right the whole time? She hadn't really seen anything incriminating except that they hadn't let go of each other's hands until the last possible second. What else was she supposed to think? What was she supposed to do? Then a thought struck her, it wasn't a good thing. In fact it was downright mean, but she couldn't help but smile at the thought. If he was going to leave her, she wasn't going to make it easy.

Sara had known it was coming. Shoes always come in pairs and it had been going too comfortably and perfect to actually stay that way. It started one day the following week, when she actually showed up late.

"Sara come in here please." It was never good when Grissom's voice was like that. She ducked into his office, "Listen I'm sorry I'm late I just..."

"If Greg can make it on time than I expect you to be able to do so."

"I'm sorry, how many times have I come in hours early and stayed that much later and what does Greg have to do with it?"

"It doesn't matter you're here now. I want you to finish working on that murder suicide case. We have evidence that has to be in by the end of shift."

"I'm on it." She was almost out of the room when he spoke again.

"Oh and Sara, keep it professional."

What in the WORLD was wrong with him? She just shook her head and kept walking to the locker room. It kind of went downhill from there, "Hey Greg." She smiled at him.

He nodded and shut his locker, "Hey." He went to walk passed her, when she put her hand to his arm he shook it off gently, "Not here." He whispered and looked at her then left without another word.

Sara really felt the need to slam her head against the locker and wonder if she hadn't entered a parallel universe.

"Hey Sar, I'm all for enjoying yourself, but there's a time and place." Warrick ducked his head into the locker room, "Not cool man."

"What?" She looked at him but he was already gone. What the hell was going on here?

Catherine was on the phone when she walked by, she just shook her head at Sara like a disappointed mother and kept going.

Okay this was ridiculous. Sara made a beeline for the garage knowing that Nick was working a case there, "What the hell is going on here?"

"Ow!" Nick came out from under a car and looked up at her, "Warn a guy before you come running in all screaming like that."

"I wasn't screaming my voice was slightly raised because I'm getting berated for something and I have no idea what it is."

He sat up and looked at her, "Come on Sara, you had to know it wasn't a good idea."

"I had to know WHAT wasn't a good idea, Nick I'm so lost."

"You mean you don't know about the picture?"

"The picture?" She hadn't remembered being this confused, "what picture?"

"The one of you and Greg at a scene," He was incredulous, "You really have no idea what I'm talking about?"

She was stunned. It took a minute for her mouth to start working again, "WHAT? Nick I would never…"she spluttered a bit, "…at a scene? Come on you gotta know me better than that."

"I though I did but Ecklie seemed to think it was worth mentioning to Grissom."

"Ecklie?" She turned on her heel.

"Now Sara don't do anything rash," Nick called out after her but he knew it was no use.

She knocked on the door and tried to maintain her cool, "Come in Sara I was just on my way to look for you."

"I want to see that picture." She demanded.

"I don't see why," He said as he reached for a folder in his desk, "you were obviously there."

She grabbed the folder and pulled the picture out of it. She gaped, "Has Greg seen this?"

"I haven't had a chance to show Mr. Sanders yet, but I plan on…"

She burst out laughing, "Because he is going to get a kick out of it. Come on Ecklie, we were in a closet and I had to get out, so I walked by him. That's it? You have a picture of me walking by him? I can't believe you put the lab on high alert because of this." Although she had to admit with the angle of the shot it did look a lot worse.

"Lawyers don't care about what actually happens, they only care about screwing with evidence and if it looks like my CSI's are fraternizing at a scene it looks bad on the lab."

"Fraternizing? I know you don't like me, but you've got to admit…"

"I don't have to admit anything just stay away from Sanders on shift." He sat down, "We're done here."

"Oh yeah we're done here." She muttered.

Where the hell did that picture come from?