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: Well, it's not as soon as I thought it would be; I got a little distracted from this story. Anyway, be prepared for some more drama ;) , but it's over soon, as this is the second from last chapter.

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

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loose-canon-with-a-gun: As you can write your reviews in English, you couldtry to write your fics in English as well :) .

Chapter 11: Although I want

Greg was sitting on the floor in Sara's living room. Sara was drifting to sleep and Greg watched her, remembering when he had done the same in his apartment several days ago.

After her last shocking question, Greg had not replied anything, but had brought a reluctant Sara to her car and had driven her home. Sara had sat in silence, but when they had entered her apartment, she had insisted, "Answer me, Greg."

He had shut the door behind himself and had turned to her. "You can't expect me to answer that question, Sara. We know each other long enough that you don't have to ask me something like that." Of course he had thought in the first moment that Sara had pointed the gun at him, what else was he supposed to think? But as this was only a natural reaction without meaning that he did not trust her or something, he would never tell her that.

He had laid the keys of her car on the wardrobe and had turned to go.

"Please stay," Sara's voice had sounded almost neutral, but Greg had been able to see the pleading in her expression.

Sara's eyes shot open and she looked around, disoriented in the dark. Somebody had drawn the curtains shut. The remembrance of the nightmare, which she had just had, was still in her head.

Greg had been standing trembling between her and the realtor behind him who had been pointing his gun at Greg. Sara had seen the fear in his face. And then she had heard the ear-deafening sound of a shot.

She rubbed her eyes and then she looked at the floor next to the couch and saw Greg in the dim light that was coming through the window.

He was lying on the floor, covered with a blanket.

Sara felt guilty that she had quasi forced Greg to sleep on the floor. She had wanted him to stay, but she occupied the couch. She should have gone to bed and left the couch for Greg, although it filled her with relief to actually see that he was there. If she had slept in the bed room and he on the couch, she would now have woken up wondering he was really there, if he was really safe.

Sara fell asleep again, calmed down by Greg's presence.

The next time when she opened her eyes, she immediately looked at the spot where Greg had been lying, only he was not there anymore.

She sat up and turned around, searching the room for him. She got uneasy. "Greg?"

"Yeah?" she heard his voice coming out of the kitchen and some seconds later she also got his physical presence and a good morning grin – or good evening, however you saw it.

"What are you grinning about?"

Greg leaned against the door frame casually. "I'm considering suing you because you forced me to sleep on your hard floor causing incredible pains in my back."

Sara looked at him bewildered for a moment. Then she pursed her lips and smiled broadly, when Greg said, "Just kidding."

"Though your floor is really not too soft and my back still hasn't recovered from your impressive … uh, activities in the locker room…."

Sara looked downwards, suppressing a smile.

She walked past Greg into the kitchen to look what he had done there. "You made lunch?"

"Yeah, with the ample choice your fridge gave me," Greg said teasing.

Sara grimaced. "I know."

"But still I managed to conjure an eatable meal," Greg grinned and pointed at the food on the table.

Sara sat down and helped herself. They ate some minutes in silence, until Sara stated, "It's a mess, isn't it?"

Greg nodded.

"I'm so sorry how I treated you yesterday. I really don't know why you're still here."

"I can't deny that it hurt me, Sara, but I'm still here because of you."

"Despite me."

Greg shook his head. He stood up and strode next to Sara's chair. He took her hand and pulled her up. Then he led her to her bed room. "What's up, Greg?" she asked perplexed.

"Just put on some clothes you like," Greg answered mysteriously.

Sara frowned. "Why?"

Greg smiled insecure. "We both have the night off and I'll go out with you," he said, slightly concerned that he was going too far.

"You can't do that," Sara protested and Greg's heart sank. They looked at each other for a moment. Then Sara walked into her bed room and Greg could see that she opened her wardrobe, before she closed the door, so that he could not look into the room anymore. Greg smiled. So she would come with him. He hoped it would bring her to other thoughts.

Not much later Sara came out of the room again and Greg smiled when he saw her. Sara went to get her jacket and her purse, while Greg waited at the front door. When she came towards him, he opened the door. Then he stopped. "Uh, I just wanted to say that I didn't tell Grissom about..." It had come to his mind that they had not even talked this out.

Sara sighed inwardly. Why did he have to come up with Grissom now? But she nodded and shoved him out of the apartment. "I know. And even if you had, I completely overreacted. I mean, in a way, he had to know." She closed the door behind her.

Greg stopped. "Unfortunately you didn't let me explain-,"

Sara took his hand and made him to continue walking. "I'm sorry. And I even thought you had showed off to Nick."

Greg raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Well, he asked me some questions and I thought you showed off to him that I kissed you and everything."

Greg glanced at her, grinning. "Well, it's definitely something to show off with."

Sara looked a little shocked.

"But of course I haven't. I mean…," Greg stopped in mid sentence and Sara pulled him along the way.

When they returned late at night, Sara felt a strange combination of overwhelming tiredness and happiness. It was dreamlike when she and Greg entered her apartment, because she felt as if her movement was on automat, so tired was she, but at the same time joyful, though exhausted. "I think I'll go to bed," she said, yawning.

Greg rubbed his eyes. "Uh, I'll head home then."

"No way, you stay," Sara declared, surprisingly sharply for the time of the night and her tiredness.

Greg nodded agreeing. He certainly had no problem with this decision. He moved into the direction of the couch, but Sara took his hand and held him back. "You can sleep in the bedroom."

Greg was suddenly very awake. "And you?"

Sara turned away from him. "Well, I will, too." She knew too well what Greg was thinking about.

He sounded doubting. "Are you sure? I mean do you really want…."

Sara turned to face him and yawned again. "We won't do that," she declared smiling, "but please come with me to the bedroom. I mean the bed is large enough and...," she stopped, wondering if she should really tell him the reason for her wish. "I want to know that you're here. I mean when I wake up I want to see you, because…," she looked at the floor.

"Yeah, of course, Sara," agreed Greg understanding, though surprised by her openness.

Sara opened her eyes. Blending light came through the window on her right side. She turned away from the window, only to find Greg lying on the left side of the bed. He lay a little away from her, facing her, but sleeping. Sara smiled, but then she sighed.

How long did she want to go on like that? She could not expect Greg to sleep at her place every day only because she wanted to see him when she woke up.

This thought raised another question in her. Did she only want to make sure that he was there because of the frightening events two days ago, or was more behind that? She certainly felt comfortable in his presence. So she wanted him to stay at her place, because she wanted to be near him?

Sara sighed again, sat up a little and then let herself fall back on her pillow. The bed wavered slightly and Greg opened his eyes. He saw Sara next to him, who looked at the ceiling. "Good morning."

Sara started a little, as she had been in thoughts. She turned to face Greg. "Good morning," she smiled. They both lay there, facing each other, both of them under their own blanket. Then Sara jumped out of the bed suddenly. She ran out of the room, but called, "I'll take a shower." Two seconds later Greg could hear her again, a little farer away, "Without you."

Greg who had set up, fell back onto his pillow, laughing.

About an hour later, Greg stood up from his chair in the kitchen. "I gotta go now."

Sara nodded. Greg walked to the front door, put on his jacket and opened the door. Then he heard Sara coming up behind him. He turned around and she smiled insecurely. He waited for her to do or say something, but nothing happened.

"See you tonight," he said finally and Sara nodded only. Greg left and closed the door behind him.

"The DNA sample we got from Dickson was a match to the DNA that was found on the victim," Grissom told his team on the pre-shift meeting the next night. "The blood you found, Sara, was a match to the victim and Hodges confirmed that the white fibers you found are the same like those on the body and are the same material like the cloth Greg found," he summed up.

"You did our work," Sara exclaimed.

"The lab did the lab's work," Grissom stated calmly.

Greg raised his eyebrows. "Your Shakespeare quotes were better," he blurted out.

Now Grissom raised his eyebrows, too, while Sofia was reading some reports, untouched.

"You two need some vacation?" Grissom asked composedly, looking from Greg to Sara and back.

Greg glanced at Sara and grinned. She grimaced, apparently suppressing a grin.

Grissom decided to say nothing and handed Sara a piece of paper. "A robbery turned homicide for you," he said and gave Sofia another paper, "and a double homicide for Sofia and Greg."

In the morning Greg was just closing his locker, when Sara entered the room, giving Greg a déjà-vu feeling, though the situation was not exactly the same as when Sara had kissed him. This time she seemed calm and smiled at him, when she came into the room.

She stopped in front of him, looking into his eyes expectantly. He came closer to her. Their faces were only inches away from each other, when Sara drew back.

A lot of different thoughts rushed through her head. What should she do? Yes or no? She looked at Greg one more second and decided yes. She came closer to him again, but at this moment he turned away.

Greg could feel her doubt. They had to stop. Driving Sara to something that she did not want was the last thing he wanted. "You can't do this," he stated sorrowful, walking some steps away from her, only able this way to keep up his decision.

Sara felt cold. "What?"

"You don't want this."

"I…I do."

There, she was not so sure, Greg thought. But still she came to him again and again, only to draw back again. "No, you don't. And because you don't want this you can't keep playing around with me."

"Playing around?" Sara sounded hurt.

Greg turned away. "I'm just a play for your moods," he said, though he knew that this was not true. He did not know why she behaved like she did, but he knew that he had to stop this.

Sara walked past him and faced him. "No, Greg."

"You kiss me, and then you run away. You give me signals as if you want more, but you don't even go so far to trust me not to spill your secrets." Now Greg was angry at himself that he had said this. He had said it only to stop her from arguing.

"I trust you," Sara said, sounding slightly despaired, taking his hand into hers.

"You do? But you don't want this," Greg shook his head, freeing his hand.

"How do you want to know?"

"I can see it," he insisted and was a little shocked by the cold tone he had unintentionally used.

Sara narrowed her eyes. "Fine," she said finally. "Fine, then I won't try again. That's it then." She threw on last glance at him, turned around and walked away quickly without looking back.

Greg knew better than to call after her, though this was what his inside urged him to do. And he knew that it was all messed up. Whatever they, he and Sara, had had was over. Her expression had told him that too clearly.

He felt empty and drained. In the distance he saw Sara turning around a corner and then he could not see her anymore. She was gone.

He hoped he had made the right decision. He wanted to save their friendship, as he feared he would destroy it if he prompted Sara to do something she obviously did not want to do.

She had shown some signs to him, but she also drawn back whenever they came a step closer. She did not want it and Greg accepted that. It was better to be only her friend than risk even that, but Greg feared that even that was not possible anymore.

Sara turned around and fled. She knew it was a flight. She had thrown a last angry look at Greg, although she felt more sadness than anger.

She hurried away from him, not turning around once more. She did not want him to see the tears that had filled her eyes. She swallowed and shut her eyes to suppress the salty water. She turned around a corner and was relieved to get out of Greg's sight, as she knew he had watched her go, somehow still hoping Greg would come after her.

She hurried out of the lab, glad that she did not meet anyone on the way.

She closed the door of her apartment behind her. She let her purse drop on the floor and walked into the living room. She sat down on the floor in front of her couch and let the tears, that she had tried to held back since she had left Greg, go. Now she was crying. She cried until the tears stopped because of pure exhaustion.

It was completely dark now in the room and Sara did not care to switch on a light. She sat there some more minutes until she stood up and stumbled into the bed room. She also did not care to change into pajamas. She let herself fall into her bed completely dressed. She curled under the blanket and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

TBC