DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN CSI, WISH I DID, BUT I DON'T, GET OVER IT.
A/N: I'm so excited that you guys like this, the insane ramblings of a hopeless csi fan, but this may very well be the final chap, but just in case, I'm not saying for sure yet.
Edited By Awesomepossum
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Greg lay at home on his bed, thinking about what Sara had said. She, Sara Sidle, the woman he had stared at longingly for over three years, had said she was interested in him. He almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure it wasn't a dream, but then what if it was? If it was a dream, and he was to wake up with none of it true, he wasn't sure he could take it. After all, he was supposed to see her tonight, he'd waited for this night for years, and now that it was happening, he wanted to be sure he didn't waste a minute of it. He looked at his watch, "shit" he thought, "I have to pick Sara up in less then an hour, better get ready!"
He darted to his closet, and in a frenzy, pulled out every piece of clothing he owned. In the end, he decided on a pair of dress slacks, a shirt that Sara had once complimented, and a nice pair of leather shoes. The shirt was dark blue, Sara had told him how clean-cut he had looked that day, he remembered every compliment she had ever paid him. This was probably the most expensive outfit he owned, but she was worth every penny. He still had lots of time, so he did his hair, in the spiky style Sara always said was funny, and he brushed his teeth four times. So what if it was a little presumptuous? He was going out with Sara. That alone warranted perfect breath.
He made a quick run to the corner store and bought a pack of mints, better safe then sorry, he thought. He stopped at a display near the counter, but, being Greg, he wasn't cocky enough to buy the condoms hanging from a placard nearby, although he imagined that if he were Nick or Warrick, he'd probably be stocking up. He was thinking about Sara, and of course, wondering, what she was doing right now. Probably not much, she was so effortlessly perfect that she could show up in jeans and overshadow every other woman in the room. Now all that was left to do was sit back and wait until he had to leave.
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Sara was, in fact, choosing her clothing too, she knew they were just going out for a dinner, but she felt she owed it to Greg to make an effort. To tell the truth, she was actually giddy with the prospect of seeing him outside of work. She felt like a teenage girl before the prom, and that was a new feeling for her. Sure she'd dated guys in Vegas, but none of them had amounted to more then a hill of beans. Now, hopefully, things would change. Greg wasn't like any guy she had ever dated. Sure he was younger, but that didn't really matter, after all, older guys had never treated her very well.
She was going through her closet, but she couldn't think of anything that would be appropriate. It was a first date, and a nice dinner, but she didn't have anything dressy, since she hadn't had any big dates since she moved. Then the idea hit her, she knew exactly what she needed to wear. Luckily for her, she had washed it just the day before. She went over to the freshly folded pile of laundry at the foot of her bed, she pulled out each piece to the perfect date outfit. She put it on, and examined herself in the mirror. "There we go." She chuckled to herself. "Black and mysterious, that's me."
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A/N: R&R ASAP, another short chap, but they help to give a break from long ones. Obviously, there will be at least one more.