Author's Note: I swear, this still doesn't happen.

Part 4

The night was still slow at the lab, but one call had come in. Catherine sent Sara and Nick to the scene. She thought Greg might have a hard time focusing, and she wanted to give him and Nick some time apart. There was plenty Greg could do around the lab that didn't need a lot of concentration.

On the way to the scene, Nick and Sara had spent most of the ride in silence. Nick was deep in thought, while Sara had questions she didn't know how to ask or if Nick would have the answers. She had noticed the funk the normally jovial Greg was in that night. She had never been good at broaching sensitive subjects.

Finally, she just spoke up. "So, what's up with Greg?"

Nick tried to act surprised, like he didn't know, but didn't do a good job. "What're you talking about?"

"Greg just doesn't seem like himself tonight," Sara replied, not buying Nick's act.

Nick knew Sara wouldn't let up. He also knew she'd find out the truth eventually. "He found out earlier that Alex is pregnant," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Whoa," Sara responded. Greg had always been a free spirit and to know that he was now going to be a father, well, that would be cause for change. "He's not excited?"

"Well," Nick hesitated.

Sara caught something in his voice with the one word he spoke. "What are you not telling me?"

"She also told him that he might not be the father," Nick guardedly responded.

With that sentence, Sara the rest of the story became clear to her. Although she was horrible with her own feelings, she was good at picking up on others' feelings. Sara had noticed the closeness between Alex and Nick and had always wondered if it indicated something more. It was especially curious to her when they stopped hanging out two months ago. And now she had her answer. "You," it was more of a statement than a question. Sara was well acquainted with predicaments love could get you into.

The look on Nick's face confirmed what Sara already knew. She wanted to ask more, but they had arrived at the crime scene and Nick hurriedly got out of the car. She let the subject drop—for now.

Back at the lab, the subject was pretty much all Greg could think about. He wanted to concentrate on his work but was failing. He needed to figure out where to go from here.

If there was one thing he had decided, it was that he didn't want to lose Alex. He had always hated infidelity and could never understand why anyone would forgive such an offense. But now that he was the one facing forgiving or losing, he began to understand. He just didn't know how he was going to forgive her.

He couldn't even begin to think about Nick. He had seen the sorrow and repentance in Nick's eyes after he slugged him. Greg, however, felt Nick deserved to feel sorrowful and repentant and a few other things if only Greg were allowed his retribution. But he knew that time wouldn't come. Like it or not, he still had to face Nick at work.

The rest of the night moved slowly, but Greg's mind moved swiftly. He planned out what he was going to say and do. He only hoped that Alex still wanted to be with him. And when his shift was ended, he got to work.

Later that night, Alex was just getting off work. It had been her first day and it had been awful. Everything that could have gone wrong did. She got a run in her pantyhose, spilled coffee on her blouse, accidentally deleted her first report that she had spent all morning on and that was just before lunch. She was just glad to be home.

As she entered, she smelled something peculiar. It smelled like someone was cooking and had burnt it. Did I leave something in the oven? She thought, not putting it past the day she'd had.

She entered the kitchen and noticed that the table was set with two place settings. But quickly dismissed it, as she noticed that the oven was on. She opened it up and saw a burnt something; she wasn't quite sure what was under the blackened top layer.

She turned the oven off and removed the pan. Just more to clean up later, she thought. But she decided to leave it for later. All she wanted to do right now was take a shower and rest.

She walked into the darkened bedroom and stepped out of her shoes. She started to unbutton her blouse as she walked towards the bathroom and flipped on the light. It cast a stream of light into the bedroom and that's when she saw him.

Greg was asleep on his side on the bed. I'm not crazy, she thought, glad she hadn't been the one to leave something cooking all day. She was also glad that he was here. It meant he still loved her.

She crawled onto the bed and lay down next to him, trying to be careful not to wake him. She slid her arm around him as she moved in closer. She rested her forehead on the name of his neck.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, knowing he couldn't hear. Then she started to cry.

The shaking of her sobs aroused Greg from his sleep. He felt an arm around him and a person behind him. "Alex?"

"Greg," she sobbed, "I'm so ashamed…so sorry."

Greg turned over unto his other side so that he was facing her. The light from the bathroom gave her an eerily glow, but he could still see the traces of tears down her cheeks. He put his arm around her.

"Alex," he said softly. "I don't want this to be the end. But it's not going to be easy."

Relief washed over her. He did still love her—and want her. "Oh Greg," she responded. "I don't want it to be the end either. I love you so much."

"I love you, too," he said. "But I'm hurt, heart broken and angry. And you're the reason why."

"I know," she cried. "I'll do anything I can to make it up to you!" She wanted to kiss him, but wasn't sure if he would let her, if he was ready yet.

She got her answer a moment later, when he kissed her. It was the sweetest kiss she'd ever received.

They laid there for a while, just holding each other. When, suddenly Greg remembered dinner.

"Crap!" he blurted out, sitting up.

"What?" Alex responded, sitting up as well.

"Dinner!"

"It was burnt when I got in," she informed him.

"What time is it?" he asked, noticing the lack of light spilling out from behind the curtains.

"It's about seven," she said.

"You're late," he smiled.

His smiled melted her heart. Twenty-four hours ago she was afraid he'd never smile at her again. But here he was, beside her. She swore to herself then and there that she'd never let him go.

"It was a crazy day," she explained, as they stood up.

"Oh yeah," he replied. "It was your first day. Not good?"

She shook her head. "Feel like taking me out or are you working tonight?"

"No, I'm not working tonight, but you look tired, are you sure you want to go out?" he answered, noticing the sleepiness in her eyes. "Maybe we could order in?"

"Sounds great," she smiled. She knew it would give them more time to talk and allow them to feel freer in their discussion. They had a lot to talk about. "Why don't you order while I take a shower?"

"You want anything in particular?" he asked, walked down the hall to get the phone and the take-out menus.

"You pick," she said and started to undress for her shower.

She must have been in the shower longer than she thought, because when she got out, the food had already arrived. She could smell the sesame chicken and fried rice. And it had never smelled so good. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.

They sat down at the table Greg had set and ate. Alex told Greg about her day. Greg told her about his, including punching Nick. She wasn't happy about that, but knew that had the situation been reversed, she would have slugged any girl that had slept with Greg.

Greg had been looking for the right time to broach the subject of where their relationship was going, but just couldn't find the right time. Finally he just asked what was on his mind.

"So I was thinking," he started. "Maybe we should move in together?"

Alex was shocked. She was elated he still wanted her, but she never expected this.

The look on her face disappointed Greg, who took it as a bad sign. "Maybe not," he said, getting upset.

"No, no," Alex could see the coming anger. "I mean, yes, I will move in with you. I just never expected…" she couldn't finish.

"What?" Greg asked, calming down slightly.

"All day all I've been thinking is that you were never going to speak to me again, that I'd lost you forever. I thought about how stupid I was. And then when I came home and you were here…and now you want to move in together…it's more than I could have hoped for."

Greg put his hand on hers. "When I left yesterday, I wasn't sure if I was ever going to talk to you again." He was honest. "But as the day wore on, the thought of never seeing you again, even after all this, was more than I could bare."

She knew she didn't deserve him. He was a far better man than she had ever given him credit for. She cast down her eyes, ashamed of herself.

He gently lifted her head and kissed her. Then he pulled something out from his pants pocket.

"I just have one more thing to ask," he said as he grabbed her hand and slid a simple diamond ring on her finger. "Will you marry me?"