AN: Don't own anyone. I'll probably have a couple more chapters I'm not sure yet. But thanks for the wonderful reviews.

Greg was pacing up and down the hallway right before the one Sara was staying in. He couldn't make up what he was going to do when he saw her, yet alone what he was going to say. He knew that if he said the wrong thing she'd probably be any more pissed off at him than she already was. He realized it was his own fault that he hadn't come by to see her, but he wanted to have something to fill in the blanks for her. It was just by luck that when he came by the other day she was asleep.

He finally got onto the hallways and walked slowly to Sara's room. He stopped at her door and look in. She was sitting up staring out the window. She hadn't seen him when he slowly opening the door. She looked away from the window and saw who it was and her face went even blanker than it was before. Like she was trying to decided if she wanted him here anymore.

Shyly and scared Greg said, "Hey…"

"Hi," she said not letting onto how she was feeling.

While Greg was grabbing a chair and placing it by Sara's bed he asked her, "How you feeling?"

"Fine," reeking of the same unemotional.

"Sara… Umm… I, I mean we, meaning Catherine, Warrick, and me found who did this… all," Greg said looking at her stomach as if that said enough.

Now getting her attention she asked, "Who?"

"Look, Sara… I don't know how to say this but this is my fault-" He began.

"What do you mean Greg?" Sara cut him off.

"It was Fate," He bluntly mumbled out regretting it the second after he said it.

Shocked Sara just looked at him. When it finally clicked with her she said, "What?"

"Well, technically her 'friend' Zane stabbed you, but Fate put him up to it. Sara I'm so sorry," Greg told her.

"What do you mean 'friend'?"

"Umm… Well, Fate was hooking up with him since years. I was told I was just fun to play with- emotion wise," Greg said getting uncomfortable.

"So basically, she used you?" Sara asked.

"Yeah pretty much…" What? Sara thought to herself. Why would you ever play with Greg and use him? Does she not know what the hell she has? Wait…

"If she used you than why did she have someone stab me?" Sara asked.

"I'm not too sure on that myself Sara," Greg admitted.

"Oh…"

"I'm sorry I didn't come to see you soon," Greg blurted out again regretting it.

"Why didn't you Greg?" Sara asked a little too sincere for her liking.

Looking down at his shoes trying to think of a answer that will satisfy her he could feel her stare burning into his skin. He felt like he back in his childhood feeling the stare from his parents whenever he did something was he shouldn't have- and was fully aware of it too. He finally looked up at her. He looked into her eyes and could only see pain in them. He knew that all that pain was from him.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I think it was a mixture of things."

"What's the mixture?" Sara said blankly at him enjoying watching him try to come up with an answer. He finally decided to stop trying to come up with something that would please her but just tell her the truth.

"I wanted you give you information on what happened to you, so I wouldn't feel completely helpless," he said has he looked back down at his feet before saying, "I guess I wanted to push off seeing you until I could deal with my feelings for you."

Sara was shocked, in a nutshell. She stuttered, "W-w-what?"

Greg leaned in closer to Sara; he wanted to see her face after he repeated himself. Wanted to see if it made any difference in how she was feeling right now. "I like you Sara."

Greg than moved in extremely slow, he didn't want their first kiss to be rushed. He finally brushed his lips against hers and it felt like a weight has been lifted above them both. Finally they were in the same place in the same time. When Sara started to return the kiss Greg deepened it. After a couple minutes of it going like this Greg pulled apart. That same shocked face was on Sara. It was like nothing happened within the last couple minutes. Looking back into her eyes he told her, "I'm really glad I came."

Catherine and Warrick finally went out on that date, after the confrontation with Fate they both a diversion from it, even if it was only a couple hours.

"I'm glad we actually were able to get together tonight. I know I wouldn't be good at home right now," Warrick was telling Catherine as he had his arm around her. They were walking around a trail that over looks the sunset beautifully. They were going to have a late dinner and watch the sun set.

"God, I know what you mean. I don't know who I feel worse for, Greg or Sara," Catherine said looking up to him.

"I say Sara, she's in a hospital bed right now."

"She's getting out tomorrow, I called her doctor today. He said she was recovering well and can leave early if someone takes good care of her. But I would go with Greg myself," Catherine told Warrick.

"Why's that?" Warrick asked stopping and putting out a blanket at their spot.

Helping Warrick set up Catherine replied, "Because Fate used him War. She had someone stab one of his best friends. He's worse emotionally and sometimes that's worse."

"Good point," Warrick said while taking Catherine's hand and pulling her down onto the blanket. They both stared at each other until Warrick finally leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was deepened instantly and within 10 minutes of that Warrick's shirt was off.

The next day Greg helped Sara get home. He took off for a couple weeks to help Sara get back on her feet. By the second week Sara was moving like normal now, she could walk, lie down, and sit properly, almost everything she could need.

"Alright Sara I gotta go into work, Goodbye!" Greg said calling into the bathroom where she was getting herself dressed.

"Bye Greg," He heard has a walked out the door. He got in his car and started to drive off towards the lab. He got stopped at the same red light he usually did, which every time always irritates him every single time. Finally it turned green and he made sure no one was coming from the other side and went a head and drove forward. Out of nowhere a car smashes into Greg's car he hits his head on the glass of the windshield and is thrown to the side. When everything stops moving, Greg looks up and than closed his eyes.