DISCLAIMER: I forgot to put these at the beginning of the other chapters, so here it is now, I DO NOT OWN CSI, I NEVER WILL, YES ITS SAD, BUT IM OVER IT. Although I am going to buy the dvds the second they hit shelves.
A/n: apparently putting these in is important (thanks kt, I'm pretty new to this) so yeah, I promise that I will actually address the issue at hand here. This chapter will have some resolution for poor Greggo, I promise,
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Sara entered the building right on time for her shift, she was never late, and she wasn't about to break her record because of that book. She had done a lot of thinking, and she was pretty sure that she knew what to do, now all she had to do was find Greg. She made her way slowly to the DNA lab, but when she entered, Greg was nowhere in sight, it wasn't like him to be late. She had a bad feeling about it, but dismissed it as nerves, after all, she had done a lot of thinking. She decided to put it out of her mind, she could wait another night… couldn't she?
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Greg was stuck in traffic near his house, there was a big concert going on nearby and it was total gridlock. "Tonight of all nights…" he grumbled to himself, he knew that Catherine had been talking to Sara about his notebook. Why did he have to be late on the night,when this horrible yearning he'd endured for three years, might end? All of a sudden, traffic started moving, Greg got a glimmer of hope, but then it stopped again, as suddenly as it had started. He had no choice, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
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Grissoms cell phone rang, he answered. "Grissom" "Grissom? It's Greg, sorry, but I'm gonna be pretty late tonight, traffic around here is total gridlock, I might be up to another hour." Grissom noted a sad tone in Gregs voice, "Greg, are you sure that you aren't doing this for another reason? Related to something that happenned on yesterdays shift?" Greg couldn't believe his ears, "My God. How does everybody know?" He asked incredulously. Grissom smiled, despite himself, "Greg, we're CSIs, those of us who didn't figure it out have seen that book, and besides, did you think I wouldn't have read it, when you kept it in a pile of my papers?" Greg bashed his head against the steering wheel. Hindsight was 20/20, "Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best choice, but why didn't anybody tell me before that they knew about it?", "Look Greg, How embarrassed are you now that you know? That's why we didn't tell you. Now hurry up, we need you tonight." Grissom hung up, sometimes Greg could be so naïve.
Grissom entered the room, carrying two folders with the day's assignments, late, for one of the first times, and found his team sitting around the table, waiting for the night's assignments. Catherine was sitting reading a Cosmo, Nick and Warrick were discussing plays from the previous days football game, and Sara was trying to look natural, reading a crime book, but Grissom could tell she wasn't focused on it. She looked a little green, and every 10 or so seconds she would take a huge gulp from a thermos full of coffee. He sighed, "okay everyone, time to get to work, Warrick and Catherine, we've got a Break and Enter near the strip" He handed Catherine a folder, "Nicky, you always say you wanna handle a D/B solo, well, tonight's your night", he handed Nick the other folder he was carrying. "Sara, you already know your assignment, hopefully you'll do the right thing. Me? I'll be focusing on that case we still haven't solved from last week, any questions, I'll be in my office, get going."
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Sara stared stright ahead, her crime novel fell to the table with a dull thud, she didn't pick it up. Had she imagined what Grissom had just said? She scannd the table for a third folder, or any indication that he had actually given her a job. Nothing. When he said he hoped she'd do the right thing, she was sure he was referring to Greg, but what was the right thing? She was already sure of what to do, but she was still a little nervous, and even more confused. She decided that there was only one way to know for sure. With a little bit of guilt, she walked over to the pile of papers, she ruffled through them until she once again felt the spine of that precious book.
She turned around and headed back to the table in silence, the room seemed eerily quiet, the sounds from the rest of the building were muffled. She sat back in the chair and opened the book, it fell open at one of the few pages that had born no mention of her. She turned through a few until her eyes fell again on that letter, the letter that had started this whole thing.
She suffered through the first few lines before her eyes welled up, but she knew that she had to finsih it. As she read, she lost herself in the words, almost hearing Greg's voice. She turned around to make sure that she wasn't having one of those movie moments where you hear someones voice and turn around to have them standing behind you. She almost hoped that she was, but yet when she turned around, she was utterly alone.
Before she knew it, she was at the end of the letter, her mind had not changed, and as she sat, tears running down her cheeks, she turned the page, and she kept turning, until she found the part she had needed to read, it was dated the day before. It was the entry Nick had caught Greg writing. She dropped the book to the table, stood up, grabbed a box of tissues, she had a feeling she would need them, and refilled her thermos. She walked slowly back to the table, and took her seat. The book was still open at the last written page, it was nearly full now. She pulled the book into her lap and began to read.
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Greg was relieved, the traffic had picked up, and he was on his way, he would be there in abuot 20 minutes, unless something else went wrong, and since bad things usually came in threes, he had a feeling he was done, first, Sara had read his book, second, everyone in the lab suddenly knew, and third, the traffic jam. He was almost glad for it to be over with. He switched on the radio, it was one of those cheesy call-in shows, where you could dedicate a song to someone you loved, normally, he would have changed it to his favourite hard rock station, but tonight, for whatever reason, he left it. He listened to the stories of romance, of lost love, and just about everything in between, one woman even called to dedicate a song to her teacher at university, who was helping her pass a difficult course. By the time five songs had played, Greg arrived at the lab.
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Sara had read most of the previous days entry, and she was crying like a baby now, he had written her a short love poem, it wasn't even very good, some of it was cheesy, but he had taken the time to write it, and she knew that it must have been hard. Suddenly, she got a bad feeling, she realised that she needed to put away this notebook, it had caused enough trouble already. Quickly, almost at a run, she went over and recovered it with Grissoms papers. A sense of relief flooded over her, but she wasn't quite sure why.
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Grissom sat in his office, he wondered if he had done thr right thing, leaving Sara to think about Greg. He was sure he had, but somehow, he was still worried about them, they were both young, and probably to two members of his team who could surprise him the most with their emotions. He imagined it now, Greg was probably just leaving his house, Grissom didn't believe his story about being in traffic for a second, Greg just wasn't a good liar. Sara, on the other hand, she could lie through her teeth and he would never notice. But then again everyone knew he had a bit of a soft spot for her. He hadn't been able to focus on the case, a rarity for him, so he could only imagine how it would be if this were to drag on longer. Yes, he had done the right thing, he was certain of it.
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Greg pulled into the lab more then an hour late, normally he would head straight to the lab and start working, hoping that no one would have noticed his absence, but tonight he headed to see Grissom, he knew that Grissom would probably be in his office, so he went to the door and knocked.
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Grissom awoke from his concentration with a start, someone was knocking at his door, he got up and opened it, to find Greg outside. "Greg, how are you?" "I'm okay Griss, just dropping in to let you know that I'm here, and I'm okay." His eyes searched Grissom for an answer to the question he could not put to words. Grissom looked Greg straight in the eyes, and nodded, before saying, "good, nearly everyone else is out, you better get to work. Maybe get a coffee first, you know, to wake you up?" Greg gave Grissom a sideways glance, was he trying to tell Greg what he thought he was? "Um… Okay Griss, thanks." "No problem Greg, no problem." Grissom nodded at him once more, before closing his door.
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A little shellshocked, Greg walked toward the break room, as he looked in the window, he could see Sara at a table, so he had been right, this was why Grissom wanted him to get a coffee first. Greg knew it was now or never.
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Sara heard the door creak open, was it Grissom, checking in? Must be, "I'm okay, Grissom, you better get back to work." She called, not wanting to look over. But she didn't hear Grissoms voice in response, instead she heard "um, actually Sara, it's not Grissom, it's…um… Greg." Saras throat felt like it was closing, she had thought about this for ages, and now it was actually happening. "Greg. Um… Wanan have a seat?" "Depends, am I gonan like what you have to say?" But he took the seat anyway. "I think you will." Said Sara, "look Greg, I have to confess, no one told me about your book, at least, not directly, I heard you talking to Nick yesterday, and when you left, well… I was curious, I mean, can you blame me?" "Yes" Greg said quietly. "Okay, wrong question", said Sara, "but you have to understand, Greg, you're the first guy to pay any real attention to me in a long time, and so I'm willing, if you are, that is, to give this a try. I mean, we'll never know if we don't try, right?" They both sat in silence, neither really believing what she had said. "So," said Greg, "if I'm hearing you properly, you're saying that there's a chance you might feel the same way? Because Sara, you know now, that I've been having these feelings for too long to risk them for a pity date" Sara looked directrly at him, her brown eyes converging with his. She leaned in and gave him a hug and a quick little kiss on the cheek, a tear rolling down her face, then she opened her mouth and looked back into his eyes. "Yes."
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A/N: well, there you have it, not quite the end, but probably close to it, did I do good? Only you can tell me, so R&R ASAP.