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A/N: Hey y'all! Did you miss me? I know I missed you lol. First off, I'm soooo sorry this is up a day late! You won't believe it, but my internet decided to crash, and I couldn't upload! But anyways, camp was crazy! Remind me to never apply to be a counselor ever again. I got stuck with a group of fifteen year olds, and they resented every single rule I told them they had to follow (as was dictated by the camp director). Not to mention they were extremely whiny- fussing about the sun, bugs, dirt, and everything else possible. But besides all that, it was fun. The other counselor who worked with me was fun, and she and I had a blast chatting. But I'm glad to be back to writing! Also, I'm working on another story, (I'm not gonna start posting it till it's completely done I think) that's gonna revolve around Hodges. Why, you may ask? Because I've got a soft spot for him, and he's probably a fav character of mine, as weird as that may sound. So once I start posting it, I hope you'll give it a chance. Also, slight lemon near the end, but nothing too R- rated, but I wanted to let y'all know. Now, onto the chapter!

A Marriage of Convenience

Chapter Eleven

Both teams made quick work of gathering the evidence, taking photos, interviewing witnesses and possible suspect, and arrived back at the lab within an hour of each other. Sara met up with Greg in the DNA lab where they were both dropping off results. Mia couldn't help but smile at how they just lit up around each other, and she wondered how anyone could've been so blind so as to not see that, including herself. Especially now that they had 'come out' about their marriage; you could practically see the attraction between the two.

"Results are in," they chimed together, sitting down at the table in the break room.

"You go ahead," Greg gestured.

"All right, blood on the knife was from the vic's wife, and the blood on her clothes and hands was her husband's," Sara passed the print-out down to Grissom and Warrick.

"And the fingerprints on the gun belong to our vic's step-brother," Greg passed his paper to Catherine.

"Good job everyone, make sure to finish up the paperwork-" Grissom started, but was interrupted by Nick entering.

"You, me, outside, now," Greg said abruptly, looking Nick in the eye as he stood up.

"Kjære," Sara looked at him, a frown on her face.

"I promise, no fighting, physical or verbal," Greg said firmly.

He walked around the table and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his arm around her shoulders, giving a quick squeeze. He straightened up before walking out of the break room, not even bothering to make sure Nick was following him. He went out the door at the back of the building, and braced himself against the wall while he waited. A few seconds later the heavy metal door protested it's being opened a second time.

"What do you want Greg?" Nick's voice sounded weary. Greg's thoughts of the verbal smack down he had been prepared to give immediately vanished.

"I only want to talk," he pushed himself off the wall. "I will admit though, earlier I would've beat your ass in the ground for talking to Sara like that."

"Well don't worry, I would've helped you," Nick gave a harsh laugh. "I was a jerk."

"I'm glad you realized that, so I don't have to point it out to you. Now talk to me man, what really has you so pissed off at Sara? And don't just give me that bullshit about it being because of her not telling you, blah, blah, blah. I'll believe you if you say it's part of it, but you and Sara are so close I know there's more to it than that for you to go off on her like that."

"It is part of why I'm so mad," Nick looked up at the slowly lightening sky. "I meant it when I said she's like a sister to me. You've seen that. I hate people, especially those I consider family, keeping secrets from me. I mean, it kinda scared me, ya know? That if Sara didn't tell me about something this major in her life, what else is a lie or made-up? And then when I think of how much I've told her, it makes me wonder if I can really trust her."

"You can," Greg said firmly. "This is the only thing she's kept back. And she wanted to tell everyone. I asked her not to. You know I've just made CSI 1, and I didn't want Grissom to think I wouldn't be able to do the job. So if you want to be angry at someone for keeping it secret, than take it out on me, not her. I will not let you hurt her like that again."

"You really do love her." Nick looked over at him, almost as if seeing him in a new light.

"With all my heart," Greg nodded. "Now what else is bothering you?"

"Whitney broke up with me. Says it's just not working for her," Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. "So I'm upset about that, cause I really liked her, ya know? And then coming to work and having to play twenty questions to find out that you and Sara are married, and so happy looking with each other…I don't know…it was a double whammy on my emotions I guess."

"Sorry man," Greg walked over and lightly punched Nick in the arm. "That sucks I know, but hey, you'll find Mrs. Right soon enough."

"Yeah yeah, I've heard it before," Nick gave a grin.

"Now, one last thing," Greg started as they walked back in, his arm draped over Nick's shoulders.

"Sure."

"Apologize to my girl, and make it good," Greg laughed as they walked back to the break room.

"You're both in one, un-bruised and un-bloodied piece," Catherine stated. "Good."

"Sara," Nick walked over to her and knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in his. "I was a jerk, a big 'ol Tex-Ass, and I don't deserve it, but will you forgive me?"

"You said a lot of hurtful things Nicky," she looked him in the eye.

"I know. I was having a bad day, but that was no excuse to take it out on you," he gave her a puppy-dog smile. "I really do consider you my sister, and my best friend-"

"What about me?" Warrick interrupted teasingly, and Catherine smacked him upside the head for interrupting.

"You too man," Nick grinned, then turned back to a smiling Sara who held up her hand.

"I'll forgive you this time bro, but if you ever say those things again…" she trailed off, leaving him to imagine the consequences.

"Thanks," he whispered, standing up and pulling her into a hug. "Greg already gave me a warning."

"Oh did he?" Sara looked over at Greg, who was beginning to color slightly.

"That he did darlin'. Seems he's very protective of you," Nick drawled, laying the accent on thick, and everyone laughed.

"Oh sure, laugh at poor little me," Greg pretended to pout.

"We'd be glad to," Warrick quipped.

"Sorry Greg," Sara gave a short laugh as he sat down next to her.

"Nah, no biggie," he waved it off. "I was just playing anyways."

"Hey!" Catherine said suddenly. "You're married!"

"Yeah, we did mention it earlier," Greg deadpanned as he nodded. "Glad you remembered."

"Very funny Greg," she rolled her eyes. "No, I know you're married. But we never got to throw you guys an engagement party, or a wedding shower, or a reception, or a house warming party, or anything like that. So you know that this means you two get to host a party at your place, don't you?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," Sara grimaced. "All right, we'll host a New Year's party for the night shift, will that appease you?"

"Aw man, does that mean we have to clean up the house?" Greg whined.

"Nope," Sara replied.

"Really?" Greg turned to her with a smile.

"No, it just means that you have to clean up," Sara smirked. "I will be cooking and decorating."

"Ooookay, fine with me."

"You're gonna give in that easily?" Warrick laughed. "She's got you whipped man."

"Hey, you've had her cooking!" Greg said defensively. "It's awesome, and since this will be a party, that means it'll be better than usual, and desserts and stuff."

"Oh, and let's just make it extremely casual," Nick added. "That way we'll all be comfortable."

"All right, if you're finished discussing our New Year's plans?" Grissom interrupted with a smile. "Finish up the paperwork for the cases this evening, and be sure to finish up any other paperwork that you may have left. Oh, a reminder, holiday vacation forms need to be turned in by the end of the week in order to be approved. Sara, Greg, Nick, your requests have already been approved."

"Awesome," Nick grinned.

"Back to Texas Nicky?" Catherine questioned.

"Yeah man. For Christmas anyways, I get to spend some much needed time spoiling my nieces and nephews," he nodded with a smile.

"And where are you two going?" Catherine turned her inquisition on Greg and Sara.

"Thanksgiving we're spending with my family, and Christmas we're going to spend with Greg's," Sara answered.

"Meeting the in-laws," Warrick chuckled. "You nervous?"

"A little, but not really," Sara shrugged. "I mean, of course I hope they like me, but if they don't, then there's not really much I can do about it."

"They'll like you…no, they'll love you, don't worry," Greg reassured her. "After all, what's not to love?"

"What about you Greggo? Nervous about meeting her family?" Nick asked.

"He doesn't have any reason to be worried in the slightest!" Sara laughed, answering for him. "My parents were hippies, and so are my aunt and uncle. My cousins are more like me, though not quite so serious, and their kids are typical kids. My brother's a lot like Greg, personality wise too. His wife's a sweetheart."

"Really?" Grissom looked at her. "Your parents were hippies?"

"Down to the special brownies, long hair, and tye-dyed and leather fringed clothing," Sara blushed slightly.

"That must have been interesting growing up," Warrick commented.

"It was definitely weird at times," she nodded. "They were forever telling me not to worry about school, to just go with the flow, not to do homework, and other hippie-ideals. Obviously, I didn't. I was always reading or doing school work. I remember they were disappointed in me for making Valedictorian and graduating high school early. Even more so when I got into Harvard on a full scholarship."

"Wow," Catherine shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe that. I'd be ecstatic if Lindsey would, for once, do her homework willingly."

"Yeah, well, my family was messed up," Sara tried to shrug it off, but everyone could see the slight pain that showed in her eyes.

"Well you've got us now," Nick grinned, slinging his arm around her.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?" Sara deadpanned, but only for a second before she burst out laughing.

"Oh fine, see if we get you any Christmas gifts," Warrick teased.

"Well, if that's how you're gonna be, I guess I'll just have to return the things I got you all."

"Hey, just because they're insensitive idiots, don't take it out on me!" Catherine held up her hands, as Grissom made a noise of protest. "Or Grissom."

"Thank you," Grissom smiled at her.

"You're welcome," she replied, laughing at the looks on Nick and Warrick's faces.

"Aw man," Nick pouted, exchanging looks with Warrick. "Now they're ganging up on us. No fair."

"Life's not fair, Nicky my boy," Greg stretched his arms, spinning around idly in the chair.

"Yes, and while we're on the topic of life not being fair," Grissom interrupted. "I'm pulling rank and ordering everyone to go finish paperwork, myself included."

There was a collective groan at his words, but it was all in good-natured protest. They knew they had to get to it; it was part of the job. And maybe not the most desirable part of the job; certainly it wasn't the reason any of them had gone into the field, but it was almost as important. It was documented proof of crime scenes, witness confessions, testimonies, and most importantly, the evidence. Evidence that allowed the state to send criminals to jail, keeping them off the streets, and keeping them from hurting innocent people. So with no further complaining, they all separated to finish their work in the relative quiet of their office, or the break room, or in Greg's case, the lab; even though he didn't work there, he couldn't concentrate without the gentle hum of the mass spec going in the background.

"Hey, you almost done?" Greg said with a knock on the door to the break room.

"One sec," Sara replied absently, finishing up a sentence before signing off on the bottom. "Finished."

"Good, you wanna go grab some breakfast then, cause I'm starving," he smiled sheepishly as his stomach grumbled audibly for the entering Nick and Warrick to hear. "You guys too?"

"Sure," she agreed before turning to the guys. "You almost done?"

"Yeah, just a few to sign off on," Warrick nodded.

"Why don't you go round up Catherine and Grissom, and we'll meet you out front?" Nick suggested, shuffling his papers into the appropriate folders.

"All right, see ya in a few then," Sara smiled before heading out of the room, Greg behind her.

As soon as they were out of sight of the break room, he reached a hand out and grabbed her hand, swiftly turning her around and pulling her to him. She let out a rare giggle as her hands went to rest against his chest while his settled possessively on her waist. He gave her an impish smile before claiming her lips with his. Sara couldn't help but moan slightly at the emotions that coursed through her because of something so simple as a kiss. She could only imagine what the electricity would feel like when they made love for the first time…which if Sara had her way, would be soon.

"You know, I'm not even going to try and say you two are involved, no one believes me," Hodges interrupted them.

"About that, well, you were right," Sara pulled back from Greg, smiling.

"Sara and I got married," Greg grinned broadly. "That first night you caught us kissing was the day we got married."

"You…her…married…?" Hodges stammered, looking absolutely shocked.

"Aren't I lucky?" Sara smiled, turning her face obligingly towards Greg, who happily kissed her sweetly.

"Oh hell," Hodges murmured, before passing out in shock.

"You know, it's horrible, but I don't feel the least bit guilty about leaving him there," Sara laughed as they finally arrived at Grissom's office.

Greg left Sara to wait for Grissom to close up his office, and went to get Catherine. After waiting for her to also close up her office, they finally made there way out to the front of the building, just in time to meet Grissom and Sara. After agreeing about where to eat, they climbed into their respective cars and drove to a diner not too far away with great breakfast specials, not to mention discounts for cops. Everyone ordered their food, and the next hour was spent in light bantering and laughing conversations. Catherine was the first to leave, wanting to get home to Lindsey. Grissom bowed out next, needing to go home and feed his bugs there. Warrick and Nick hung around a while longer over coffee, but had to leave to meet up with some friends of theirs. Sara and Greg footed the bill, before heading out to the car where Greg promptly kissed Sara again, enjoying the sweetness of the kiss, thanks to the syrup from the pancakes she had eaten.

"Why don't we continue this at home?" Sara suggested, a smirk on her face. "Somewhere a little more…private?"

"As my lady commands," he bowed playfully, walking around and climbing into the passenger seat.

Arriving at home, Sara gave him a flirty smile as she walked into the kitchen to put their leftovers in the fridge. Greg came up behind her as she closed the door, and spun her around once again to kiss her as he backed her up against the kitchen counter. While most of their kisses had been tender or hesitant, these were completely different. There was nothing tender or gentle about the way his lips pulled and gnawed at hers, only the passion they both felt fueling the heated kisses. Greg couldn't remember the last time he had kissed a woman and honestly felt as though he'd never be able to stop. The more he kissed the beautiful woman in front of him, the more he wanted too, and the closer to her he felt he needed to be. It was almost as if couldn't get enough of her- touching, kissing, caressing, embracing.

He felt her fingers running through and pulling at his hair, her lips meshing with his, trying to keep up with him. The funny thing was that he could do no more than just lean into her and try to keep up himself. Sara was completely pressed against his body, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Every time she pulled back to regain her breath, she only felt hotter, and needed more. Each time she did, she couldn't help but share a lust-filled smile with Greg before he bent slightly to reclaim her lips.

Her hands met the waistband of his jeans and slid around to his back. When that wasn't good enough for her, she slipped her hands inside of his shirt and clutched at the hard muscles his smooth, soft skin hid. At the contact of her hands and nails lightly raking over his skin, Greg groaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss with his tongue. The feel and expertise of his tongue almost sent her over the edge, and she knew they were happily losing control. His hands moved from her back to the front, pulling her shirt from where it was tucked-in, and began unbuttoning it. With their lips never breaking contact, he wrapped his arms around her mostly-naked torso.

"You know…there's only…so long…we can stand…here," Sara panted into his ear, relishing the feel of his broad hands on her back.

"You're right," he grinned, also panting, and in one swift move, had slid his hands down her back, over the curve of her bottom with a playful squeeze, and rested them at the back of her thighs before lifting her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he moved to the stairs, and their bedroom.

Lying her down gently on the bed, he pulled back a moment, looking her in the eyes as if to once more check that it was okay, before turning his attention back to her gorgeous figure. Slowly, and with slightly unsteady hands, he pushed the sides of her shirt aside, his eyes running meticulously over her body. His fingertips skimmed lightly over the valley between her breasts, and then around the curve of one breast and back again. He leaned down and placed small kisses along the curve of each breast, enjoying the texture of her skin with his lips and tongue. While slightly distracted by his touch, Sara was aware enough of the fact that Greg was overly dressed, and began tugging on his shirt, pulling it over his head, his ministrations hardly ceasing.

"I love you," he whispered, nipping lightly at her ear as he slid her pants off.

"I love you too," she whispered back, returning the favor, before they both gave in to the passion and lust that had been building over several days.

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A/N: Okie dokie, well, first sex scene, and no, I don't plan on going into any more detail than what you see above. I don't think I could do justice to the feelings, passion, and emotion that are incorporated in the act of making love, so I won't try. I'll leave it to your imaginations. Hope you all enjoyed, and leave a review if you're so inclined! Also, if you could, if you review, let me know what you think about my writing a Hodges-centric fic, and if you'd read it at all.