DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Csi, or any of the characters. Wish I did.
A/N: It's… THE DATE! Yes! They go on the date! I can't wait to write this one!
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Greg paced back and forth in the hallway outside Saras apartment, he was 10 minutes early, and didn't want to seem like a dork by arriving before he was expected. He was nervous, after all, he had been waiting for this for three years, and he didn't want to blow his only chance with the woman of his dreams.
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Sara stood inside her apartment, looking through the peephole, she could see Greg pacing outside, "how cute!" She thought, "he must be so nervous!" She laughed, despite the fact that her stomach was full of butterflies. She watched him pacing, looking at his watch, obviously waiting for the exact time she expected him. Maybe she should just surprise him. She did a quick breath check, smoothed her hair out in the hall mirror, and reapplied her lip-gloss. Then as she reached for the door, she heard a short sharp knock. "Too bad." She thought, "I wanted to surprise him". She opened the door and was faced with a smiling Greg, he pulled a bunch of white roses from behind his back. "Hi Sara… Um… These are for you." Sara smiled and took the roses from him, "oh thanks Greg! These are beautiful, come on in, I'll put them in water, don't be shy, I won't bite, unless you play your cards right." Greg blushed a deep scarlet, Sara giggled, sometimes he was so cute.
Sara put the roses in a vase on the table, and motioned for Greg to follow her, they left her home and she locked her door. She began to walk toward the stairs, but Greg stopped her. "Your outfit, you remembered. It's my favourite, you look really nice. Just thought you'd like to know that." Sara smiled; she had wondered how long it would take him to notice.
They walked the way down to the car park in a relaxed mood, they even carried on a conversation, when they approached Greg's car, he opened the door for her, "Thanks Greg" Sara said, smiling. "So, where are we going?" He had refused to tell her earlier, and she was getting pretty curious. It was Gregs turn to smile, "Sara, Sara, Sara, we'll be there before you know it, give me a little credit, I can cope you know." Sara laughed, "okay Greg, I trust you." Greg walked around to her side of the car, he pulled out a blindfold, "now trust me here Sar', I need to make sure it's a complete surprise." Sara laughed and nodded her head, Greg promptly tied the blindfold around her eyes, got into the drivers seat, and began to drive.
Twenty-five minutes later, Greg slowed the car down and pulled into an empty parking lot, "we're here," he said with a smile. "Goody" Sara said, "can I take this thing off now? It's itchy!" Greg gave a small smile, "no! I forbid it, we're almost there, just a short walk, I worked hard on this, I want it to be perfect." "All right Greg, but would you mind helping me out here? I don't want to damage your favourite outfit." "Okay Sar', I'm coming, hold your horses." Greg swung around to her side, and pulled her out of the car, she tripped, but he lifted her back to her feet, "my hero" Sara said, almost in a whisper.
Greg walked Sara until he came upon their place, a secluded area under a willow tree. Greg remembered Sara remarking that she came here when she needed to think, it was for this reason that he had chosen this spot. He wanted Sara to do some thinking here, thinking about him. He lad laid out a picnic of sorts, chocolate covered strawberries, he had made them himself, he knew they were Saras favourite food. As well, he had bought a bottle of white wine, Two Oceans of course. He really had done his research. But the best part, a bag of butterscotch candy, Sara always remarked that as a little girl, her grandmother had given her them whenever she was sad, Greg knew these would make her happy.
Sara felt Gregs hands on her shoulders, "sit down, don't worry." She gingerly sat down, she could feel a blanket, what kind of dinner was this? Greg silently untied her blindfold, and she found herself in her favourite spot, she looked around her, and saw a beautiful picnic laid out, with all her favourite things, "wow" she thought, "this must have taken Greg forever to put together." How did he know what her favourite foods were? Even her favourite brand of wine. Greg was sitting across from her, looking nervous, "why isn't she saying anything?" he wondered to himself, but just as he was about to ask if she liked it, she leaned in and whispered "I love it, Greg, this is beautiful, thank you." And gave him a short little peck and then pulled away, "really" she said, their lips still touching.
Greg felt a feeling of relief rush over him, she liked it, she had kissed him, and he forgot everything he had worried about before. He realised that no one was speaking, "well Sara, um, do you want to try some of these strawberries? I made them myself, I know how they're your favourites." She smiled, and opened her mouth, he picked one up and popped it in, she chewed it and swallowed, "well Greg, those are great, you try one." He picked one for himself, ate it, and smiled, "well Sara, I think I have outdone myself, better then anything I cook up in the lab eh?" "Much" Said Sara, showing off her famous smile.
Greg was floating on air, he was sitting here with this angel of a woman, she was smiling at him, her thin lips tinted red from the strawberries they had been eating. He leaned forward and opened the bottle of wine he had brought along and poured them each a glass. Sara took a sip, smiled, and then lifted her glass, "to this moment" she said with a smile, Greg lifted his, "and the rest of our lives". They both drank, and somehow, they knew that this drink was special.
Sara put down her wine, and leaned over to the dish of candy Greg had bought, she remembered those from when she was a child. She picked one up and unwrapped it, then popped it into her mouth. She sucked on it slowly, it was so nice, and she felt like if she could just freeze this moment, that everything would be okay. She put her head on Gregs shoulder, and they gazed out into the night. The absence of the usual first-date awkwardness had confused them both, but they trusted it as a good thing. She sat up, leaned forward and kissed him again, he smiled, her lips tasted like butterscotch, it was a new sensation. He liked it. He wanted it, and he decided right then that he wasn't going to let it go.
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A/N: This was by far my favourite chap to write so far, I used some of the best moments from my own life to parallel Greg and Saras evening. It was nice to remember those moments, and I really hope they came across as real as they are in my memory. Please R&R ASAP.