Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, it's a pity, but I'm over it.
A/N: This might be the last chapter to this story, I really like writing it though, so we'll see.
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Sara lay in her bed, thinking about Greg. He had worked so hard to make that evening memorable. It had been, without a doubt, the best date she had ever had. She had felt so at ease with him. They had sat there, below that tree, for nearly 5 hours, they had had a deep, meaningful conversation, they had shared too many kisses to count, and they had learned more about each other then Sara had learned about Nick, Warrick, or Catherine in 5 years. She was surprised at how thoughtful Greg could be. She had always just seen him as Greggo, always there, not particularly remarkable, though not unremarkable. She had never really thought of him as a close friend, let alone a potential love interest. But tonight had changed her mind. There was definitely room for him in her life.
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Greg sat in his kitchen, waiting for the water in his kettle to boil. He got up and got a tea bag from his cupboard, then pulled out his favourite mug. The kettle whistled, and he dropped in his teabag and stirred. He loved tea, ever since he was a child, he had relaxed with a cup of tea before bed every night, and although tonight was rather an extraordinary night, he could not be pulled out of tradition. He lay back on his old recliner and thought about what had happened that evening. He felt his lips, had she really kissed them? He could scarcely believe it, when he pulled his hand away, there were traces of her red lipstick on his fingers.
He lay back, his mind drifting back to her, she had smiled at him, that adorable grin that had permeated so many of his dreams. He had been wrong, he couldn't feel the gap in her teeth when they kissed. But his question had been answered, and she had been willing to answer it over and over. He realised that maybe she had felt this way all along, it was a notion he had nursed for eons, but never really believed.
He loved thinking about how happy she had seemed with him, he hadn't seen her smile that way in a long time, not since that day with Hank, outside the lab. Greg was so glad he could make her happy. He loved seeing her smile, he loved her smile, he was glad she hadn't fixed that gap in her teeth. He loved knowing that he was the one who had put that smile on her face. He pulled out the candies that she had been eating earlier. He remembered that taste, the taste had been on her lips when she had kissed him. Somehow, he found it to be the best taste in the world. He popped one into his mouth and lay back, focusing on the taste, letting the memory take him back in time.
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Sara sat on her bed, wondering what Greg was doing at that moment. Knowing Greg, probably something fun, maybe watching SNL or Monty Python. She knew those were two of his favourites. She could imagine him lying back, laughing his head off. She realised that he probably spent his days doing just that, and yet he could somehow spend his nights in a job that totally drained people. That was what she loved about him. He was different then her other colleagues. He cared about her. She liked that.
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Sara walked into the lab the next day, she knew she had to see Greg. She wanted to thank him for the previous night. She had lain awake all night thinking about him. She had never done that for any other guy, not even Grissom, she had never let him consume her this way. It was a little scary for her, the first time she had ever felt this way. Now she knew how Greg had felt about her for so long. She broke into a run and weaved her way through the lab, until eventually she stopped at Greg's lab. She looked inside, it was dark. Odd, Greg was usually inside, "Oh well" she thought, he'd be there soon, she was half an hour early, after all. She smiled to herself, soon enough.
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Greg pulled into the lab parking lot, he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what would happen, he'd see HER, he'd see Sara. He was almost too excited to drive properly. He walked quickly from his car to the front door, once he walked in, Sara was nowhere in sight, he searched all over the lab for her, but he couldn't find her anywhere. He decided to go his lab, once he arrived, he noticed a small, nondescript package by the door. He lifted it, it felt light, he walked in, and turning on the light, sat down, and opened the package. A box of Orange Pekoe tea, his favourite, he smiled, he had run out. There was a note attached. "Thanks Greg. You gave me something special last night, now, I'm giving back. Love, your Sara." Greg smiled.
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Sara sat on her couch at home again. She was tired; it had been a long night at work. There had been a rape case that paralleled her own rape. The victim had been so frightened, saying that she'd never be able to trust guys again. Sara remembered that feeling. And up until that night with Greg, she had believed it. She lay back and fell into a dreamless sleep, she needed it.
An hour later, she was awoken by a knock at her door. She groggily opened it to reveal Greg standing there. "Can I come in?" He asked, looking fairly amused at the site of her, wiping her eyes. "Sure Greg, I was just" She yawned "Sleeping." She opened the door wide enough for him to step in. "Look Sara, I wanted to thank you for the tea, I'll definitely use it. I wanted to talk to you though, about us, about our future. That is, if we have one."
Sara's eyes opened. "Greg, the other night was amazing. The best date I've ever had." Greg blushed. "Can I sit down Sar'?" Sara walked over to her couch, she sat down, and she beckoned for Greg to do the same. The couch was still warm. Greg moved toward her and sat down, he took her hands in his. "Look Sara, we're on the same page here, for both of us, the other night was special, I knew you felt it too." "Yeah, of course I did, Greg, we've been friends for years, it was bound to be special, you knew that. I had to be persuaded, but now that you've opened my eyes, I realise that we have a great relationship, the best ones end up the way we are now. Good friends." Greg lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed them. Then he leaned in and kissed her, "really?" He asked, "do friends kiss that way?" Sara kissed him back. Then she pulled away and looked deep into his eyes. "No, no they don't."
Fin.
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A/N: Yes. It's all over. Thanks to all who enjoyed it, please feel free to R&R this and my other stories (Hint). I Figured I'd end it in the nicest way possible, I thought this was pretty sweet, but it's for you to decide in the end.