Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of its characters.

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: Thanks to FongSaiYuk319 for beta-reading, remaining mistakes are mine.

Thanks to ObessedTWFan, possum, missusmesser, Tripp3235, remoob1513, charmed1818 and icklebitodd for your reviews.

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Chapter 10 – Admit

Warrick closed the door of Sara's apartment behind him and followed Sara in the living room. She sat down in a chair and buried her face in her hands. At first Warrick thought that she was crying. Then she put down her hands and he saw not a single trace of tears in her face, but she looked exhausted. "I was so afraid," she said simply.

"That's normal, Sara," Warrick replied softly.

"I was so afraid… for me and for Greg… and I saw the fear in his face. That was the worst- I mean seeing this guy pointing his gun at him and seeing his fear."

Sara sighed barely audible.

"You both were lucky and you're both safe now," Warrick said in a calming voice.

"Even my anger at him was blown away like nothing. I was only so afraid for him and for me. I expected every second that the guy would pull the trigger and shoot Greg in front of me."

Warrick nodded silently. Then he frowned. "Why were you angry at Greg?"

Sara said nothing, but looked at the table in front of her.

"Sorry, you don't have to tell me," Warrick said apologizing.

"Actually," Sara said slowly, "I still should be angry at him, but I just can't right now," she shook her head. "It was stupid. He told Grissom that I had gone to a scene alone in my free time. Grissom wanted to talk to me about it – that was awkward," she grimaced, "and I was of-,"

"Wait a moment," Warrick said suddenly. "You think that Greg told Grissom about that?"

Sara shrugged. "Who else? I mean there aren't a lot of people who know about it."

"I do," Warrick stated seriously. "And it was me who told Grissom about it, not Greg. I met Greg in the hallway and he asked me after you. I told him that I had seen you leave the lab about four hours ago. Greg seemed to be worried and called you when you were on the scene. So I knew as well that you had gone alone," Warrick explained.

"Greg left to go to the scene. Some minutes later Grissom came to me and asked after you. I tried to cover for you, but I didn't want to lie to him and so I finally told him without any further details that you had returned to a scene alone and that Greg was now out to go there, too. I'm sorry Sara," he finished.

Sara laughed shortly, "No worries, really. It was stupid anyway. Greg had promised not to tell Grissom and I drew wrong conclusions too quickly," Sara smiled, relieved.

Warrick grinned. "Is there something between you and Greg? People got this impression lately…"

Sara narrowed her eyes. "Who do you mean with 'people'? You? Or Nick? Or Catherine?"

Warrick shook his head chuckling. "No, Cath and Nick don't have a clue. Nick is worrying a little about you and Catherine just thinks it's one of your moods. But I guessed right, didn't I?"

Sara stood up, looking doubting. "I don't know," she started, but then she sat down again and smiled, "Maybe." She looked at Warrick and her expression confirmed his guess. "He's a good guy, Sara," he said smiling, "Sometimes still a kid maybe, but you know he'd do everything for you," he continued and added seriously, "and he'd never hurt you."

Sara nodded, smiling sadly.

"And he has a serious crush on you," Warrick said grinning.

When Sara entered the break room of the lab in the evening, she realized immediately that the incident that had happened in the morning was not forgotten. Grissom was sitting in the room, obviously waiting for her, looking serious and maybe even affected. Brass was with him and they both stopped talking, when Sara came into the room.

Grissom stood up. "Sara, do you feel ready to go back to work already or do you want a day off?"

Sara looked at him meaningfully and said nothing, as every person in the room knew that Grissom's question had been pointless from the beginning.

"Do you have the guy?" she asked instead of an answer to Grissom's question.

Brass shook his head. "No, we haven't heard anything."

At this moment Greg walked into the room. Sara thought that he looked troubled.

Brass nodded towards Greg. "Good that you're here. I just want a short statement from both of you about what has happened, what the guy said. Maybe we'll get a hint and it's a witness statement of course. Do you want to do this together?" Brass asked.

"No," replied Sara quickly and a gloomy expression crossed Greg's face.

Brass and Sara left the room and Sara was glad to get away from Greg. She felt awkward, remembering how she had yelled and snapped at him the previous day without giving him any opportunity to explain himself. And it had been completely unjustified.

Well, maybe not completely, Sara thought, as she still did not know where Nick had gotten his ideas from, though Warrick had said that Nick did not have a clue of what was going on between Sara and Greg. What had been going on, Sara thought sorrowful.

She and Brass had gone in the next room.

"Why don't you want to do this together with Greg?" Brass wanted to know.

Sara frowned. "I think Greg doesn't have to do this at all, I mean, he hasn't seen everything from the beginning. And I was in charge, so I'm responsible for what happened-,"

Brass shook his head. "You're not responsible at all. If it is somebody's fault, then mine, as I let give me the run around. Just tell me what happened."

"We were working in the room. I started to lift prints from the frame of the window. I turned around to look what Greg had found on the floor because he had crouched. At this moment the realtor came out from behind a wardrobe that had blocked him from sight. He had drawn a gun but had not pointed it at anybody at this moment, so I had the chance to draw mine as well. He quickly lifted his and directed it at Greg. I aimed at the realtor, but I did not dare to say a single word," Sara recounted. She shook her head, "Everything happened so fast, I hadn't the chance to think what to do at all."

Brass nodded.

Sara continued. "Greg was concentrated on the piece of cloth he had found, he hadn't noticed what had happened. He got up and looked at me. He saw the gun and looked puzzled, shocked. He probably thought I was aiming at him, as the guy stood directly behind him." Sara let out a short laugh, but looked sad and Brass thought that he could see tears in her eyes.

"Greg started babbling something, but I told him to shut up. I was so scared that the guy would shoot him from behind. … He threatened to shoot us, but Greg tried to reason with him, told him that he wouldn't get away if he shot us as the police was outside," Sara paused a moment.

"Then he threw a bag into Greg's back and told him to pick it up. Greg had to put the evidence bags and our cell phones it the bag – later he locked us in the room and obviously wanted to avoid that we could call for help. Greg brought him the bag and the guy picked it up and pointed his gun away from me, but at Greg. I… I couldn't shoot… he would have shot Greg…"

"Sara, nobody expected you to do so. You did the right thing. You both got out there safe," Brass said in a calming, but insistent voice.

"He ordered Greg to go back to the spot between me and him and to turn around. I saw Greg's fear, he expected that the guy would shoot, but he walked slowly backwards towards the door behind him, still aiming the gun at Greg. He walked through the door and shut it quickly. I could just hear the turning of a key in the lock when the door on the right side of the room broke open and you entered the room," Sara finished.

"Did the guy tell you anything more?" Brass asked.

"Yeah, he confessed the homicide of the woman. You still don't know who she is, do you?" Sara wanted to know. Brass shook his head and Sara sighed. "He didn't give any further detail."

Somebody knocked at the door at this moment and Brass stood up to open it. Sara turned her head to see who it was and saw Greg standing outside.

"Do you need me here? Grissom's just given me a new assignment together with Sofia;" Greg stated in a neutral tone.

Sara turned her head back from the door and looked at the table in front of her.

"We can talk later and I think Sara has already told me the most important things," Brass declared and Greg left, shrugging.

"You alright?" Brass asked Sara. She nodded, stood up quickly and went to search for some work she could do, everything she could possibly do seemed more appealing than thinking about the more complicated aspects of life – like relationships.

Brass found her some hours later doing paperwork. He stopped at the entrance of the room. "We got the guy," he said simply, as there was no necessity to clarify.

Sara looked up, "How?" She packed away the papers.

"His car was recognized about fifty miles away from Vegas."

Sara jumped up. "We need a DNA sample and have to compare it to the traces of DNA that were found-," she rambled and walked to the door of the room.

Brass smiled. "Of course, Sara." He turned around to look at what Sara was staring so intensively and saw Greg approaching. He heard a quick "Bye," from Sara and saw her already well down the hallway when he turned back to where she had been standing some seconds ago.

Greg's gaze followed Sara when he came to a halt next to Brass. "Do you still want a statement from me?" he asked.

Brass nodded and wondered what was up with the former lab tech. While he had understood that Greg had been shaken after the incident at the scene he did not understand the apparent indifference he carried around now. "Let's make it short though. And on a positive note: Mr. Dickson was arrested about one hour ago."

"Good," replied Greg apparently untouched.

When Sara left the lab in the morning, the cold morning air blew in her face. She walked some steps away from the exit and took in the first light of the day.

Then she heard somebody behind her and turned around abruptly. Greg. She set on a forced smile.

"Are you avoiding me?" Greg asked calmly.

"No, I'm not," Sara answered quickly. Greg raised his eye-brows and Sara could see some of Greg's old waggishness in his eyes.

"Okay, I am," she admitted, turning a little away from him. He came over to her and stopped directly next to her. Sara started to stride down the street and Greg walked beside her. They walked some minutes in silence until Greg questioned, "Why didn't you want us to give Brass a statement together? I mean, it would have been easier…"

Sara waited some seconds with her answer. "I was in charge."

"Like you told me very impressively," Greg said dryly, remembering Sara's harsh words.

"Oh, Greg, I'm sorry," Sara said sadly.

Greg stopped dead, causing Sara to come to a halt as well. Sara looked upset and then asked suddenly, "Why are you here?"

When Greg did not answer, she clarified, "I treated you like trash; I hurt you, Greg. Damn it, why are you here?" She narrowed her eyes. "I treated you as if I hated you, though I…"

Greg tried to gauge want she wanted to say.

"You can't know me, Greg."

She closed her eyes and Greg just wanted to hug her.

She opened her eyes again and looked at him intensively. Sounding snuffy, she asked, "Tell me, when you saw me holding the gun, you thought I was aiming at you, didn't you?"

TBC

Sorry, if this is a little abrupt ending, but the next chapter will be up soon.