a/n: hey look, more :)

Much later that night, Sara fell into her apartment. It was hard to be quiet when you're dead tired. She'd had a horrible shift, she'd just spent the last seven hours with Catherine, who'd been bitching about something or other, Sara really didn't care what. Sara just wanted to fall into bed.

In front of her she found TV infomercials on mute, take out on the table, and Olivia and Greg asleep together on the couch. Something broke inside Sara. She dropped her stuff on the ground and slammed the door, neighbours be damned. Olivia and Greg bolted to attention on her couch.

"Sara! This isn't what it looks like" Olivia blurted out.

"It never is." Sara said sadly "I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TWO, OF ALL PEOPLE, WOULD DO THIS TO ME." Sara shouted, and then deflated and shuffled off to her room. Greg and Liv sat in stunned silence, the sound of Sara crying softly filled the room. Greg moved to go to her.

"Greg wait, let me talk to her. Can you go wait outside," she checked out the window, the full moon shone in. "wait by the pool?" Her voice wavered. Greg could see Olivia's eyes shone with tears. "If she's not coming I'll let you know." Greg nodded his head and headed out the door. Olivia sat for another few minutes on the couch, collecting her thoughts. She took a deep breath and headed down the hall.

"Sara?" she said softly, tapping on the door. She could still hear sniffles. "Sara, please let me come in. I know what ideas are flying through your head right now, and I need you to know the truth." Suddenly the door flew open.

"You know what I'm thinking? You!" Sara laughed sadistically, "The beautiful woman who can have anyone she wants knows how I'm feeling? You have NO IDEA how I'm feeling!" Olivia reached for Sara, but she flinched away and fell on her bed. Olivia walked slowly into the room and sat on the floor next to the bed.

"I can never have Greg, Sara. No matter how much I might want him, he'll never be mine. You already have him Sara." She heard a sob from the bed. "That's why he invited himself over, to scavenge for information. He knew you'd be out, and took the opportunity to find out if he had a snowball's chance in hell with you. I told him we'd talk, if he bought me dinner. Hope you don't mind that I traded your secrets for a chicken and a side of fries." She grew serious again. "I've seen the way he looks at you, at work, all this week, and way back at that conference, when you were totally blinded by Grissom. Greg would do anything for you, you know. He's the one who makes sure the coffee is ready just when you get there. That's him. Still not sure how he gets that right. And your stuff gets through faster too; to the point that other people are telling him things are for your cases. I think he's starting to catch on to that one. He's the one who looks out for you, searches you out when you've had a bad day, and tries to cheer you up. And I know all those little shows in his lab are for you, just to make you smile, as much as you pretend to hate them.
"I'm sorry for what you found. He was supposed to have left hours ago. We were watching some dreadful alligator movie. Betty White was swearing a blue streak…or maybe I dreamed that." She heard a small laugh from the bed. "I often dream of elderly ladies swearing at me, wonder what that means…anyway, next thing I know is your voice screaming in my ears."

"I'm sorry about that, I just couldn't…couldn't take it anymore…"

"Yes, and I totally understand that. Again, I'm terribly sorry" she was quiet, having run out of steam. "Am I forgiven?" Sara was silent.

"Yes."

"Good, can I come up on the bed now? My bum's numb." Sara laughed and moved over. The two of them lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Olivia sat up suddenly, "shit! I forgot," Sara looked at her wide-eyed. "Greg's waiting for you down by the pool." Sara jumped up and ran to the door, stopping at the last second, and turned to find Olivia handing her a sweater. "Thanks, for everything." Sara gave her a quick kiss on the check and ran out the door.

She rounded the corner and there he was, sitting on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water. She smiled as she watched him kick little splashes. 'He's such a little kid sometimes.' As she watched his shoulders sagged and he backed out of the pool, grabbing his shoes. She stood there dumbfounded as he walked away.

"No…" and she took off after him "Greg! Wait!" Greg stopped dead a foot from his car. He turned around slowly. The newly risen sun broke over the houses as Sara ran towards him. She was beautiful in the morning light. Until the sweater trailing from her hand caught between her legs. Stumbling, she blew a shoe, and fell into Greg's arms. Righting herself, she blew her hair out of her face. "Thanks." She stared into his eyes and forgot to blush.

"No problem," he smiled at her. She still hadn't let go of him, so he didn't either. "Although, for future reference, you don't need to personally challenge gravity to get my attention." She broke into a smile, and then kissed him. For a moment he was too startled to kiss back. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Olivia explained everything. Yes, you are forgiven."

"Good," and they launched into a whole bunch more kissing.

Sara kissed Greg goodbye at the door and watched him walk away down the hall, occasionally glancing back at her with a goofy grin on his face. Eventually he turned the corner and Sara closed the apartment door.

She found Olivia dozing in front of the TV.

"So, how did it go?" Olivia asked as Sara made her way to the window to watch Greg drive away.

"Oh, like you don't know." Sara smiled as she flomped down next to her on the couch, giving her a swak on the arm.

"You got me." Olivia poked back. They were both giddy and things quickly dissolved into a tickle fight.

"Okay, okay! Stop the abuse!" Sara yelled. She peaked around the pillow to see Olivia very innocently inspecting her nails.

"So, what are your plans now?" Liv asked, a little breathless.

"He's going to pick me up tomorrow for dinner. I was all ready to go out now, but he kindly told me that I looked like shit." They both laughed, Sara continued, "I am here for my much needed sleep and shower and food, and some time to think before I rush into anything."

"Sounds like a good plan. I like the way this Greg thinks." Olivia said. Sara squinted at her, wondering what Greg would do once he was left to his own devices. "Breakfast? I'll make pancakes."

"Oh, yes please!" for that matter, what would Sara do when her cook left?

TBC - No fears, spectralLady. No love triangles here :) and I'm all pleased you guys liked Jim. Thanks :)