She pulled up outside his apartment and killed the engine. Taking one look at it she placed her head on the steering wheel. She remembered how it had come to this; she smiled to herself a little. Sighing heavily to herself she removed the keys from the ignition and stepped out of her car, slamming the door behind her. Pressing a small button on the bunch of keys the headlights flashed, the car locked. She sidled up to the door and looked at the list of numbers and name above the intercom. She smiled at the sight of 16 – Sanders and pressed the button.

"Hello, Greg?" she asked, speaking into the intercom.

"Ami!" she heard him answer.

"Yeah, it's me," she said with a giggled.

"Come on in." He pressed a button next to his intercom system and a buzzing sound was set off, letting her inside the complex.

Smiling, feeling in higher spirits, she opened the entrance door and walked to Greg's front door. She knocked a few times.

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Greg was stood in front of the intercom still, he couldn't believe that she would knock on his door in a few moments, her, of all people. He smiled. He jumped as he heard the knocking at the door. Greg quickly fiddled with his hair and finally opening the door to see her standing there. Her hair had slight ringlets in it, she wore a smart, yet casual white top and a pair of black trousers, slightly flared at the bottoms. Greg smiled at her.

"Hey Ami," Greg greeted her with a smile.

"Hi Greg," Ami countered.

She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him, he returned her actions. They pulled away from each other.

"Oh! Come on in!" Greg motioned for Ami to come inside.

She smiled as she walked through the door. Greg removed the long black coat she was wearing and placed it inside the coat closet. Greg showed her into the living room where she sat down comfortably. He walking into the kitchen and poured two glasses of hard alcohol. Walking back into the living room, he gave one of the glasses to Ami. He noticed that she was trembling, she looked almost scared. He sat down next to her.

"What's wrong, why are you trembling?" he asked with concern.

"I'm not," she protested, her voice was shaky.

"I don't believe that," Greg noted, "now come on, why are you so nervous around me?"

She paused for a moment and looked deeply into his handsome brown eyes, "You could make anyone nervous…"

"And how is that?" he held her chin in his hand.

"B-because…" she was cut off by Greg's lips hushing her.

"You have nothing to be nervous about, ha, says I who's been fretting about this since I asked you," he confessed.

"I wouldn't think anyone would be nervous around me," Ami whispered.

"Of course, I mean, you're just so…so beautiful," Greg answered, "I consider myself lucky to be with you right now."

"I should be the one who should consider myself lucky, you could have anyone," she said, looking into his eyes.

"Anyone…" he muttered, "I just want you…you and only you."

He gently pushed her back on the sofa; he lay on top of her small framed body. Both their hearts were racing; both their breathing had changed dramatically. Greg felt a sudden emotion that surged through his body, but he felt that he couldn't control himself. He forced his lips against hers roughly, she moaned self-consciously into the passionate kiss. Greg broke away from her lips and began to kiss her neck, nibbling at the soft flesh. She lolled her head back, Greg took control.

"Greg…" she whimpered, her skin tingled with pleasure.

He took his lips away from her skin briefly, "Hush…" His lips were drawn back to her neck.

She entwined her slender fingers through his hair, ruffling it slightly. He lifted his head up to look down at her; her hands still busy messing with his hair. Ami pulled him down, closer to her and kissed him lightly.

She smiled up at him. Greg smiled back as he gently nibbled at her earlobe. He lifted his head back up to look at her again. He sat up and spun his feet around, he stood up.

"I'll be right back, just checking the food," Greg stated, seeing the slightly frown that was forming on her soft face.

She giggled, "I didn't know you cooked, what are you cooking?"

"About the only thing that I can cook; spaghetti bolognaise," he muttered, "I don't really cook much since it's only me, and I don't get company that often, so…"

Ami wondered why he didn't finish what he was saying before he turned around and walked into the kitchen. The walls were painted a deep sunset orange that was almost red. Greg watched her for a moment, contemplating where this was going. Grissom's words invaded his thoughts; he shook his head trying to rid them from his mind.

Once he was finished up in the kitchen he joined Ami back on the sofa. She looked over at him with a smile which soon faded when she saw his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, holding his head in his hands.

"I should be asking you that," Ami retorted, "Are you feeling alright, you don't look so…"

"I'm fine," he butted in, he was lying, she knew that but thought best not to argue.

Greg's face was extremely pale, around his eyes were almost black. His head became even dizzier. He braced himself for standing up.

"I think I'll just go and get some medication of sorts," he noted trying to stand.

Ami watched Greg stumble as he tried to walk.

"Do you want me to go get them for you?" she asked.

He stopped, as he was about to turn around to answer her he collapsed to the ground. Ami launched from her seat to Greg's limp side.

She checked his neck for a pulse, "Greg, Greg can you hear me?"

When he didn't answer, and feeling his erratic heartbeat, tears began to fall from her eyes. Trying to think straight she grabbed her phone from her pocket, punching in the numbers 999.