Point of View: Narrative

"In bed with Tara? Greg, is there something going on here?", Grissom asked quizzically.

"Not what your thinking Gris, I slept with Tara. She was drunk, and she said the couch was uncomfortable-", Greg started to explain.

"Woah, too much information. Look, you know my opinion about employee relationships. You keep your personal life personal."

"Wait! I wasn't finished. She didn't want to sleep on the couch, so when she passed out during the movie we were watching last night, I carried her into my room and all we did was sleep. I did not have sex with Tara."

Catherine heard the last part of that conversation and walked into Gil's office."Wait a sec, who had sex with Tara?"

"Nobody. Ever actually.", Greg said.

"What is going on here?" Catherine asked Grissom and Greg.

"Look, I will tell you guys this if you swear on your lives to keep it secret- Catherine.", he said as he got up and shut the door to Grissom's office. Catherine glared at him as he started.

"I think I might be in l-l-, I can't do this. I love her. She doesn't love me back. I have never been nervous around girls ever. Just the thought that she might like me back is overwhelming. I love everything she says, the way she says it, and I can't do it! I can't be in love. I woke up next to her this morning and I thought I was still dreaming. I can't handle it."

Catherine was the first to speak after what seemed like an hour long pause. She looked over at Greg, who was sitting in a chair with his head bowed and his hands rubbing a hole in his temples.

"Well, it's about time! Greg, you go through girls like Grissom goes through evidence. Tell her what you just told us!"

Grissom looked like he was deep in thought. He was chewing on the end of his glasses like he does when he is plotting something.

"I am not a people person, so don't come to me for advice."

"Well I knew that. But she is staying at my apartment because they found asbestic in her apartment building. She will be there for three months. I will have a million chances, but I won't take them. Like you just said, I go through girls as if they were disposable. I am not good enough for her." Greg said.

"Greg, all I know is that you saved her life. You are her friend, and you are good enough for her.", Grissom said.

"Greg, if you want, I can find out if she likes you back. Believe it or not, I can be subtle.", Catherine said as she put her arm around Greg.

"Thanks Cath.", Greg replied." OK Gris, what did you need me for?"

POV, Greg.

OK Greggo. You can do this. You can tell her. Do it now, or regret it forever. "Tara? Can I talk to you?"

"Sure Greg. What is it?" She said to me, as she fixed dinner for both of us.

She turned and her long chestnut ringlets waved around. Her big green eyes were so hypnotic, that I did the last thing that I came up to her to do. I kissed her.

When I started to come over to her, she looked up at me, and I felt like she could see exactly what I was about to do, just by looking in my eyes. I put my arm around her waist and ran my fingers through her hair. I couldn't believe how delicious she smelled. I picked her up like a groom would carry his bride onto the threshold. I carried her to the couch and we laid there together. I never wanted to stop being near to her.

I could feel her breathe, I could feel her heart beating.

Mine was beating so fast I thought it would pound right out of my chest. Then I carried her into my bedroom and we just laid there. Kissing, until we fell asleep. We fell asleep together, and this time she had a say in it.

She and I slept until nine the next morning. I missed my shift last night, and my cell battery had died so no one could get a hold of me. I wanted to hold her, feel her now more than ever. I wanted to tell her what I was planning on telling her before, but I still couldn't.

I had to get out of there.