Title: When the Rain Comes

Chapter 2:

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters…just borrowing them for a while!

Pairing: Sandle.

Rating: T

Synopsis: Now that Greg and Sara are finally together, will they stay that way? An old flame of Greg's shows up and jealousy and danger get in the way of his and Sara's happiness. Will it ultimately be enough to ruin their relationship?

Greg yawned, more out of boredom from the monotony of his current task than tiredness. He'd spent hours and hours cataloging the hundreds of pieces of evidence collected from the crash site. He was practically counting down the minutes until the end of shift, and that was something that didn't happen often, because he enjoyed his job. No, he was counting down the minutes because he was eagerly looking forward to spending time with Sara and having dinner with her.

A pair of arms entwined themselves around his back, interlocking around his chest. "Oh," he said mischievously, "has someone been missing me?" He tried to turn around to face her but she stopped him.

"God, you're so tense, Greg," Sara said, pulling her hands back and starting to massage his shoulders, "you're like a board."

He leaned back into her hands, closing his eyes. "Wow, Sara…you're so good at that. How did I not know this before? I would have been using you for your skills a long time ago!" he joked. He groaned, enjoying the pressure on his taught muscles.

Nick popped in the door and walked over to them, grinning. "So what's goin' on in here? It sounds kinda R-rated," he teased, laughing and looking over at the two of them nosily. Sara smacked him on the arm and he jumped away, still laughing.

"Whatcha need, Nick?" Greg asked, straightening up and stretching the kinks out of his muscles.

"I just came by to steal Sara for a few minutes. Need her help with something. It won't take long. Then the two of you can get back to…whatever it is you were doing," he grinned. He backed out the door, laughing as Sara advanced on him with a threatening look.

It was about ten minutes later when Greg heard the door open behind him, and he felt a pair of hands slide over to cover his eyes. "Hey, baby, did ya come back to give me some more lovin'?" he said jokingly.

"Wow…is that an offer?" The amused voice behind him was most definitely not Sara's.

"Uh-oh." He spun around quickly, face turning slightly red from embarrassment. His embarrassment quickly turned to shock as he recognized the face of the woman behind him.

"Tori!" he exclaimed in surprise, putting his hands on her shoulders and pulling her into a hug. "Jeg tror ikke at De er her!"

"Ja, er det meg. Although you were obviously expecting someone else," the tall blonde laughed.

Greg pulled back and examined her at arm's length. "You look exactly the same," he grinned. "Well, the perm's gone. And I have to say, it's most definitely an improvement," he joked.

"Yeah, well, it was so 90's," Tori laughed.

"Wow…it's been what? 8, 9 years? What are you doing here? How've you been?" Greg asked.

"Well, I'm in town for a conference on mitochondrial DNA and I heard you were working at the crime lab now, so I thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing after all these years. So…how are you? Tell me."

"Well, I'm not a DNA tech anymore. I'm a CSI now. Level 1."

Tori smiled at the evident pride in his voice. "Greg, that's so great. What an accomplishment! I'm proud of you." She leaned forward and gave him another hug. Just as they were pulling apart, the door swung open and Sara entered the room with an evidence bag for Greg.

Sara stopped and stood stock-still for a moment, startled bythe surprise and jealousy that sprang up when she saw the tall beautiful blonde hugging Greg. She mentally brushed the unwelcome emotions aside and strode forward with the evidence bag.

"Hey, Sara," Greg greeted her, "this is Tori Anders. Tori, this is Sara Sidle," he introduced them.

Sara looked down, a little upset that he hadn't introduced her as his girlfriend. Does he even think of you as his girlfriend. Then she chastised herself. Of course he does. You are his girlfriend, after all. Aren't you? Stop being such a paranoid, Sara. She reached forward shook the woman's outstretched hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, Tori." Looking from one to the other, she asked, "You two aren't related, are you? Anders, Sanders…"

Tori shook her head and laughed, responding. "No. Although that's how we met. Stanford, second year, Microbiology class. Our names were so similar of course we ended up talking, and then we found out that both of us were Norwegian, so of course we hit it off right away."

"Wow, you guys have known each other for a long time," Sara said.

Tori nodded. "I was his first girlfriend. He was 20. Can you believe it?" she said with a giggle. Sara answered with a laugh, but she felt no humor. "Girlfriend, huh?" She turned to Greg, handing him the bagged evidence. "Hey, Doc Robbins wanted me to give this to you. It's a piece of metal recovered from one of the victims during an autopsy." She turned to leave the two of them but was stopped quickly by Tori.

"You know, I'm only in town for a couple of days, so I was thinking that maybe we could have dinner tonight. The three of us. How does that sound?" Tori asked the two CSIs.

"Well, Sara and I…"

"You know what? I was just coming to tell Greg that I couldn't make dinner tonight," Sara interrupted, lying, "Nick and I are going to be working a little late finishing up with something. You two go…you probably have a lot to catch up on anyway." She turned and walked away.

Greg hurried to catch her before she left the room. He grasped her hand, pulling her back around to face him. "Sara…wait. Are you sure you don't want to come with us? Nick can find someone else to help him out." He looked concerned, and tried to read past her expressionless eyes. Stop being an ass, Sara, and go. But she couldn't say it. And she didn't know why she couldn't. And that scared her.

"Maybe another time, Greg. I…really have to go." She pulled her hand out of his and turned to leave, not seeing the hurt look in his eyes.

"Hey…I'll stop by your apartment tonight. I'll bring a movie. Call me when you get home, ok? We can talk." He said, and waited for her response. She nodded, then turned and left. He watched the door swing shut behind her for a moment, then turned with a sigh.

"Is everything ok?" Tori asked. "My coming here didn't cause any problems, did it?"

He shook his head. "No." But he didn't know. In fact, he really wasn't even sure what had just happened.

TBC

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