Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters.

Nick's point of view.

Why? What the hell did I do? I thought everything was going fine. I thought I was doing everything right. I guess I was wrong with that idea. She "can't get attached". Yeah right. She doesn't wanna goddamn try. She doesn't want to put herself out there and become vulnerable.

"God what am I doing?" Nick said to himself to a empty apartment. "What did I do wrong?" in sort of a sincere whisper that you'd have to strain to hear if you weren't paying attention.

"That's it tomorrow or once my head is cleared I'm gonna make her see it's worth it. I've been waiting for my chance the day I met her. I'm not gonna blow it now." He thought to himself.

Nick than got up from where he was still sitting at the dinning room table where Sara had left him and started cleaning off the table. Counties to wash the dishes. He than walks into his bedroom gets into his boxers and dives head on into a night of pick pocketing and separating thoughts in his mind while trying to sleep desperately but fail miserably.

Sara's point of view.

"Thanks, this means a lot to me. I just really needed someone to talk to. Or to keep my mind off things." Sara said in a sort of innocent and pure way.

"Don't worry about it, you know I'm here any time you'd ever need me." Greg said sincerely. "So you wanna tell me what this all is about first?" He asked when things started getting quiet and could tell something was bugging her more than she's choosing to show.

"Greg…"

"Sara, that's okay if you don't wanna but if I don't know I can't help."

"Look, you know I was dating Nick right?"

"That was all over the CSI Daily, Sar."

"God, I know. But I broke up with him tonight."

"So let me get this straight, after everything you guys had to deal with for over a month from Ecklie, and Grissom and such, you just gave up?"

"Pretty much."

"You make no sense to me Sara, I hope you realize that."

"Thanks Greg you sure do know how to make a girl feel better."

"Sorry, but why did you give up Sara?"

"Well, I can't get attached. I have problems being close to people. I break it off at a certain point in a relationship, and that point has been passed a while ago. It was becoming too much for me."

"Sara, do you want to get married?"

"I don't know, maybe if I find the right guy."

"How do you know you have the right guy if you don't go past a certain point?"

"… Greg, it wasn't right. I don't know Nick wasn't my type I guess."

"The Texan accent, gentleman kindness, not your style?"

"Guess not."

"Well that leaves a opening for the rest of us fishys to play our game."

Sara starts to laugh, "Wow Greg, first time I've laughed in a while. Thanks, a lot"

"Anytime, it's what I'm here for."

Sara starts to yawn. Greg looks at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Wow, it's getting late." Greg said kind of tired himself. "You know you are welcome to stay here if you don't wanna drive home."

"Yeah I'd like that Greg."

"My room, well your room for tonight is, I'll show you myself."

"Greg I'm not taking your bed from you."

"Sara you are my guest, most likely the best guest I'll ever have. You are getting my bed."

"But I don't wanna put you out…"

"I like my couch, calm down."

Greg walks into a surprisingly neat room. It's cover in blacks and dark blues. With CDs surrounding an excellent sounds system. With pictures on the wall of things that looked like Greg could have taken them himself. Sara was amazed.

"Wow, I never imagined you'd have your bedroom like this." Sara said still in awe.

"So you've been imagining my room Sara Sidle?" He asked with a smirk.

"Greg Sanders, you know what I mean."

"That Sara's been thinking of my room. So tell me, did it exceed your expectations?"

"Very much so Greg."

"Why thank you."

Later Greg walked in and Sara was in one of his old T-shirts and a baggy pair of pants of his.

"My god I have to say, you look better in them than I ever will."

"Stop it Greg!" Sara said playfully.

"Just go to sleep sweetheart."

Laying down and almost immediately after laying down Sara closed her eyes and started falling asleep. She said, "Don't you ever call me 'sweetheart' Greg." Extremely sleepy.

Greg just sat there for an hour just watching her and the way her hair would fall in front of her face. She looked so beautiful lying there, in his bed, in his clothes just sleeping. He'd give anything to see this every night. He felt bad that Sara was so worked up over the Nick thing but he hoped he helped and it wasn't that bad of a bonus to see Sara like this.

"Stop it. You would be taking advantage if you started anything out of this. She's still vulnerable and she can't get attached like how you want Greg." He thought to himself.

He got up, got himself a blanket. Than brushed his teeth and went to his couch.

He layed down and wrapped himself in his blanket and started to drift off. But before he fully fell asleep his last thought was, "But maybe I could fix that about her. Maybe she just needs to find the right guy."