AN You know it's taking me a while to figure out the right way to end this so I want to thank you all in advance for your patience. I promise I'm not trying to torture you as soon as I finish a chapter I post it…so I'm waiting right along with you…lol
I'd like it to be said that I have nothing against the Backstreet Boys I just got a mental picture of what he'd do if he woke up listening to them…grin I apologize for the f-word if that offends you, but really what else would he say?
Man I'm long winded…on to the story…
"I've tried to go on like I never knew you…"
Greg rolled over and mumbled something. Was he dreaming?
"I'm awake but my world is half asleep…I pray for this heart to be unbroken."
His eyes shot open. He had just had a restless night trying not to think about Sara and he managed to wake up in hell. He sat up and looked around trying to get his bearings and wondering where the crappy soundtrack came from…
"But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete…"
Before more singing could happen he realized it was his radio, he slammed his hand so hard on it the radio actually bounced and landed on the floor.
"Fuckin' Backstreet Boys," He grumbled to himself and ran a hand over his face. This day was not going to be good…he could feel it.
"Hey Nicky, how are ya?" Sara asked with a smile while walking into the locker room for her shift.
He peered from the other side of his locker door at her and raised an eyebrow, "Oh boy, this the 'I'm fine' Sara isn't it?"
She looked at him funny, "What do you mean?"
"You get overly cheery when you're trying to put on this, everything is okay with me, thing." He explained.
"Now why would I have to act like everything is okay?" She asked as she slipped off her coat and hung it up in her locker.
"Hey Nick I…oh," Greg cleared his throat, "Umm hi Sara."
She froze, swallowed hard then looked at him with a smile, "Hi Greg."
He regarded her for a moment then put his attention back on Nick, "Can you meet me in the garage I have a question about that Mercedes I was going over yesterday?"
"Yeah sure Greg I'll be there in five." Nick watched Sara's face with a quiet amusement.
"Thanks." He moved to leave then stuck his head back in the room, "See you later Sara."
She waved, "Yeah bye Greg." She pointed a finger at Nick but didn't look at him, "Not a word out of you Stokes." She said shutting her locker.
He held his hands up, "Oh I won't say a thing. I know, I know, you're just fine."
"Exactly," She was out of there before he could say anything else.
"I swear to God I don't even know why I watch TV…it's like living a soap opera." He muttered to himself as headed down to the garage.
A few hours later...
"Sara?" Grissom walked into an evidence room where she was looking through some photos she took at a scene.
"Uh huh," She didn't look up.
"I need you to meet me up in Henderson, we have a triple."
"Okay," She nodded still concentrating, "Can you give me half an hour?"
"Sure," He agreed, "They aren't gong anywhere," He walked out of the room then stuck his head back in, "Bring Greg with you."
Her head snapped up but he was already gone. She ran a hand over her face, she could do this everything was fine. This would be the test, if she could make it through this drive.
Twenty minutes later she stuck her head in the garage, "Greg?"
He rolled out from under the car, "Yeah?"
She tried not to enjoy how damn good he looked in those coveralls, "We're meeting Grissom in Henderson I'm leaving in ten, meet you outside."
Sitting up he nodded at her, "Okay, I'll see you in ten."
He managed to make it through the shower and a change of clothes in exactly nine minutes. Sara was already in vehicle, he put his kit in the trunk and opened the passenger door without a word.
She looked over at him, "You smell good."
"I just had a shower." He inhaled, "So what's in Henderson?"
"A triple."
"Cool."
Sara sighed. This was going to be an interesting drive, mainly because it wasn't.