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Summary: While swing shift has to work on several killings of a serial murderer,
everybody starts to wonder if Greg and Sara are not telling them something. (Sara/Greg)
A/N: Sorry for the delay.
Thanks to remoob1513 and obsessedTWfan for their reviews! No thanks to lozaz because of the lack of constructive criticism ;) And thanks again to FongSaiYuk319 for beta-reading.
Chapter 6 –Think of me
When Greg and Sofia returned from the scene of the double homicide they had worked on, the time of their normal shift was almost over. The scene had been a chaos and Greg and Sofia had needed lots of time only to get an overview, not to speak of examining everything. So Greg was pretty exhausted when he and the blonde woman entered the lab.
Sara was still sitting on a table, several photos spread out in front of her, when Greg came into the room. Sara could hear Sofia's voice coming from outside.
"I'll start processing, Greg. Can you give me a hand later?" Sofia asked mildly.
Greg turned around, looking through the door, and nodded. "Yeah." Then he closed the door behind him and approached Sara. He sat down next to her and asked, "Have you come any further?"
Sara looked up from the pictures. "From upwards."
Greg frowned. "What?"
Sara turned to him finally. "The blood on the wall… she came from upwards…that's the way she was brought there…I talked to Doc Robbins and he confirmed that it's possible…"
"Wait, wait," Greg pleaded, holding up his hands, "Not everybody can think in your speed." He leaned over the table and looked at the photos that had the date of the previous night. He took one of them and showed it to Sara. "The blood you found on the wall," he started, indicating the picture.
"It was a match to the victim," Sara said, as it came to her mind that Greg had not known about the results from DNA yet.
Greg nodded. "And you think you know how it got there?"
Sara walked to the table rather impatiently. "It came from upwards," she stated. "Either only some blood or, what I think is very probable, the whole body came from upwards."
"Upwards?"
Sara sighed. "Greg, please don't play dumb. From the second or third floor of course, out of a window."
"You think she was thrown out of a window of the house?"
Sara shook her head. "No, not thrown. She had no injuries that were caused by a long drop down."
"So?" Greg stood there, hands in the pockets of his trousers.
"Let's pay a visit to the house."
"Not alone."
"You afraid?" Sara asked jokingly.
It was a moment that proved Sara again that Greg could do the fierce glances she usually reserved for him, too.
"Sara, we'll go to Brass. Now."
Sara chuckled inwardly. "Actually," she said, striding over to him, "I'm in charge of you."
Greg looked beaten. "Please."
Sara laughed. "Of course, we'll do. What do you think? I know the rules." She leaned closer to him.
"With you I never know," Greg admitted.
Sara grabbed his left arm and pulled him out of the room, laughing.
They had not even gotten so far as to enter the house.
As they had known before, it was currently uninhabited. They still got no chance to enter it as the owner was living somewhere at the east coast and let a realtor search for a purchaser for the house.
The realtor had simply refused in the name of his consignor to let them enter or even investigate the house without a warrant. So they would have to wait until Brass had gotten one.
Sara looked over to Greg who was sitting on the couch in the break room, apparently tired. It was already well into the morning. It had been a long night for both of them.
Greg had not only worked on the case he had with Sara, but he had also helped Sofia, when it had been clear that they would not go to examine the house during this night, or more precisely during this morning, as it had already been about 7 am then.
Sara stood in front of the fridge and took out a bite of food she had brought with her to work.
Greg looked as if he was short before falling asleep. Sara thought that it would be a better idea for him to go home, but Greg had insisted to wait if they got a warrant quickly, otherwise they would have to wait another day.
Sara was also pretty tired, although she would never admit it. The imagination of lying comfortably on the couch seemed quite appealing, even more so the idea of huddling up to Greg.
Sara closed her eyes and shook her head. What was she thinking?
Greg looked at her with tired eyes. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
Greg nodded simply.
She walked over to the couch and sat down, but making sure to sit at the other end of it, not wanting to be tempted to put her imagination into practice. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
She felt herself slowly drifting away, subconsciously knowing that it was not a good idea to fall asleep in the break room.
She was startled out of her dozing by Greg's voice. "In two days we both have a night off. Have you already planned something?"
Sara left her eyes closed, enjoying the calming feeling it gave her. "Greg, we're no...," she started, but did not finish the sentence.
She felt Greg sitting up abruptly - he obviously had also been sitting leaned back on the couch- when the couch wavered slightly. "What aren't we?" Greg wanted to know.
Sara opened her eyes and turned into his direction, her head still resting on the backrest of the couch.
Greg had come pretty close to her.
Sara sat there, silent, watching Greg move to make himself more comfortable on the couch. They both were now sitting facing each other, their heads resting, tired as they were, on the backrest.
Sara thought again how good it would feel to cuddle up to Greg, falling asleep while resting in is arms. She almost thought she could feel his warmth, although he was still sitting several feet away from her.
Greg shifted shortly forwards, but draw back immediately and Sara wondered what kind of action that had been. Had he wanted to come closer to her, but had decided against it then? Or had he just moved to sit more comfortable?
She told herself to stop thinking about pointless questions like that, to stop giving too many thoughts to it. She still had not answered Greg's question, but he apparently did not mind.
She closed her eyes again, but after some seconds she felt the presence of Greg very near to her. She opened her eyes again and saw Greg, whose head was only some inches away from her now.
She felt the urge to kiss him, but was afraid of the consequences of an action like that. She wondered if Greg was so near to her because he wanted it as well.
She thought about what would happen to their relationship if she would just give in and regret it later, causing enduring awkwardness between the both of them.
She sighed silently, shutting her eyes again. What was she waiting for? She waited for Greg to make the step. She was there, directly in front of him, only a few inches away. He could kiss her and she would not slap him if he did so.
She waited there, her eyes shut, feeling Greg next to her.
Just then her cell phone began to ring obnoxiously loud, at least, that was what it felt to her.
She sighed, opened her eyes and answered the call. "Sidle." She listened to the voice on the other side of the line.
"Do you already have a warrant?" Sara asked, causing Greg to look up interested, as he guessed it was Brass to whom she was talking.
After some seconds, Sara said, "Yeah, I'll come."
She finished the call and turned to Greg, who seemed ready to stand up.
"You don't have to get up, Greg. It's not our case. It's the hit-and-run I'm working on. They got the driver and the car. I'll go to get the evidence from the car," Sara explained.
"I'll keep waiting," Greg said and added after some seconds, "for the warrant." He winked to Sara, who decided to leave.
"Bye, Greg," she said, smiling slightly, and walked out of the room. Greg watched her leave and then leaned back again on the couch, waiting and wondering.
Greg was still sitting on the couch, when Sara returned. She walked into the room and opened the fridge. She took out a bottle of water and drank several gulps. Then she put it back into the fridge, made her way over to the couch and sat down next to Greg.
"So, how's it going?" he asked.
"Fine. We got the guy," Sara answered and leaned back, smiling.
Greg admired her smile; he looked into her eyes and swallowed.
Then he suddenly leaned over to her, placing his lips onto hers.
It took a split second before Sara had slapped him hard on the head. She jumped up, starting to yell at him. Her voice was high-pitched and Greg winced. He groaned while Sara's voice turned into a shrill ringing.
Greg woke up, opened his eyes and found himself lying on the couch, his cell phone ringing loudly next to him.
He picked it up. "Sanders," he said tiredly. "No warrant yet? ... Will take some time?" Greg rubbed his eyes with his free hand.
"Yeah, I'll head home… No, I haven't seen Sara. She's out for the hit-and-run."
Greg finished the call and stood slowly up. He stretched and then he walked slowly to the locker room.
He had just closed his locker, when Sara was entering the room. In Greg's view she seemed to be rather angry and when she stormed through the door he stepped back and collided with the locker behind him.
Crying out shortly, he stepped a little forward only to find himself being pushed against the locker. All this happened in only a few seconds.
Sara pushed him against the locker, he saw her angry expression and though he felt slightly uncomfortable – not with her presence, but with the prospect of what she would do if he had somehow managed to anger her beyond reason – he felt also excitement rushing through him.
Sara grabbed his shoulders suddenly and quickly pressed her lips onto his.
Jammed between Sara and the locker, Greg felt as if anything around him had stopped. He wondered for a split second if he was sleeping again.
Sara was there, she was holding him, kissing him.
And then it was over. The moment was over even faster than it had come. Sara stepped back and starred into Greg's puzzled face. Then she turned around and literally ran away.
Greg remained standing in the room, rubbing his face with his hands, feeling completely stupid. He felt foolish that he had not responded, neither by action nor by words. He felt foolish that he had wasted a moment that might never come again.
And then the question began to swirl in his mind what had happened, what had caused Sara to kiss him, to kiss him in this way.
Rubbing his now slightly aching back, Greg sat down on the bench in the locker room and pondered. The pain at least told him that he had not been dreaming this time.
TBC
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