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)

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of its characters, but I own all the grammar mistakes in this chapter ;)

A/N: Well, here's the last chapter.

Thanks to icklebitodd, Tripp 3235, remoob1513, ObessedTWFan, charmed1818, Cherrydrops12 and battlestarcsi for your reviews and here we go.

Chapter 12 - Risk something

Catherine heard the laughter long before she entered the break room of the lab. She heard Nick and Warrick talking and then the chuckling of both of them. She remained staying in the entrance and frowned, "Hey guys. Listen. Bad news – well, however you take it, but bad news for the case: we won't work primarily on the shooting cases anymore. Ecklie has enough."

"It's going to become cold," Nick said.

Catherine shook her head. "It already is. It hasn't happened anything during the last two weeks and until we get a new lead out of thin air…," she shrugged. "I don't like this any more than you do, but we have no choice."

Several hours later found the two men once again in the break room.

"And did you see how he looked?" Nick asked. Warrick nodded chuckling. "Yeah."

Greg entered the room and looked at his two co-workers. "You are enjoying yourself?"

"We do," Nick replied. "And you? You don't look so happy lately. What's up?"

Greg sat down on the couch and Nick continued, "Sara seems a little distressed, too. What's wrong with the graveyard shift? Is Grissom not nice, or what?"

Greg chuckled despite himself. "No, it's not Grissom."

"Some time ago you seemed so happy, Greggo. I thought you have a new girlfriend. What happened?" Nick asked.

Greg sighed. "It didn't work."

Warrick, who had only listened with half an ear until now, turned to them and listened attentively.

"Why?" Nick went into it.

Greg stood up and walked over to where the coffee maker stood. "She didn't want it."

Nick nodded silently and Greg poured some coffee into his cup. He turned around and saw that Warrick was looking at him – seriously, worried? Greg could not gauge it exactly.

At this moment Grissom stuck his head through the door. "Here you are, Greg. Please hurry up. I need both you and Sara."

Greg nodded. He swallowed a large gulp of his coffee, as it would be cold when he returned, and then hurried after Grissom.

He and Sara had not been exactly unfriendly to each other the last couple of weeks, but still it was not like it had been before, before it all had started, although Greg had hoped to achieve with his decision just that it was like before.

He, Grissom and Sara went out to a triple homicide scene. They worked there almost the whole night, but Greg and Sara did not share any conversation, that was not work-related. Their tone was polite but that was it. Greg still hoped they would be able to return to their friendly relationship after a while, when everything would be over and done with.

Early in the morning they came back to the lab. Grissom vanished into his office and Sara immediately set to process what they had brought from the scene.

She was just looking at several knifes they had found at the house where the homicides had happened, when Greg came into the room. He stopped next to a table on that several procession tools were standing.

Sara looked up to him. "Can you hand me the luminol, please?" she asked in a neutral, professional tone. Greg looked at the table next to him and took the bottle Sara had asked for. He handed it to her and then picked up an evidence bag.

He and Sara were working with their backs to each other.

He put on gloves and started to examine the clothes that were in the bag. The clothes were covered with blood and Greg looked at the different shapes the blood had made on the fabric. He leaned over the table that was in front of him and reached for a pen.

He rose again and something bumped into his back. Greg cried out and turned around.

Sara looked guilty. "Oh, sorry, Greg. I took a hasty step backwards. Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Greg nodded and turned around again, looking at the clothes in front of him. He laughed shortly. "My back has seen worse. Being pushed against lockers, sleeping-," on your hard floor, Greg wanted to say, but stopped in mid sentence.

He could have kicked himself.

He hoped that the both of them would forget what had happened between them, so that they could return to normal terms.

And how did he support that? By reminding Sara of everything, making her maybe even think it was just a joke for him, only because he could not keep his mouth shut.

Feeling uncomfortable he continued to examine the blood drops,and avoided turning around, so that he could not see her face. So he did not see the smile that had creped into her face, reluctantly though, but it was still there.

Sara tried to keep her voice in a neutral tone. "I get the impression you're enjoying that." She tried to catch a glimpse of Greg's expression, when he turned his head for a split second out of surprise. And what she saw she thought was bafflement.

They both continued working in silence and Sara sprayed another knife with luminoland turned to Greg. "I found the knife that was used."

"One step further," Greg returned, smiling insecurely.

Sara came into the locker room, but remained staying near the door. Greg looked up from his locker and met her gaze. He closed the locker and then returned his look at her.

Sara's heart was pounding fast. She had to use this light moment they had. She smiled and asked, "You're up for breakfast?"

It was an easy question. There was no risk, he just had to agree. Still Sara was a little relieved when Greg nodded. "Yeah," he grinned, "Yeah, I am."

Now came the more difficult part. Sara walked towards him.

"I want this, Greg." She took his left hand into her right and squeezed it lightly, like for confirmation. She looked into his face and saw still doubt. Fearing his answer, she leaned against the locker next to her, looking downwards.

"I don't want to drive you to something you don't want," he stated seriously.

Didn't she just say that she wanted it? Sara wondered, but was glad that this was obviously his only objection. If her words were not enough to convince him, she would have to show him.

She grabbed his shoulders softly and pressed him gently against the locker behind him. "I know what I want and I know what you enjoy," she said, grinning mischievously. Slowly she moved her head towards his and placed a kiss on his lips. Greg returned it longingly and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Sara felt thoroughly happy and wondered for a moment why she had hesitated so long. It had been so easy, although it had seemed like a risk to try it again, but she was glad that she had taken it.

They stayed like that for a minute, until Sara suggested quietly, smiling, "Time to search for a better place, what do you think?"

Greg whirled her around so that now she was with her back to the lockers and Sara laughed joyfully.

Catherine heard her phone ringing. She picked it up. "Willows."

She listened to the voice on the other side of the line.

"You got them?" she exclaimed. "They were caught in the act? You will bring them in for interrogation immediately?" She stood up from her chair.

"I'll be there," she finished the phone call and hurried out of her house.

"Well, I have a day off for once and you…," Catherine smiled at her co-workers. "Okay, how did you get them?"

"We got a call that a man has been badly injured by a shooting," Warrick started. "As it seems it was an attempted homicide but the killers were disturbed as two cops were on the scene, too. They fled by car, but hit at first a border stone and then a nearby street lamp. They got off, but we were able to get a description of the car and car paint from the lamp."

Nick nodded. "And skid marks."

Warrick continued. "Trace ran the paint while Nick and I compared the skid marks to all models of cars that fit the description we had gotten."

"The results from Trace confirmed our guess and we had an accurate description for the cops. The search was on and three hours ago the two were arrested before they could commit another homicide," Nick completed the story.

Catherine smiled. "Well done, guys."

Catherine stood behind the mirror and looked into the interrogation room in which the couple, that had been arrested before they had committed another murder, had been brought into and was now interrogated.

Greg looked at Sara smiling, who looked back at him, again with a mischievous expression. They were walking along the corridor that led to the interrogation rooms and saw Catherine standing in front of one of them. She turned her head to them and looked at them suspiciously. They passed her and made their way along the corridor.

After Catherine and Nick had finished the interrogation, they went back to the break room of the lab and Catherine let herself sink on the couch. "Case solved."

Nick strode with his hand over his head. "About time."

They enjoyed some minutes of silence until Nick said, "Don't you think Greg and Sara are not telling us something?"

Catherine's expression gave a hint of a smirk and Nick added, "I mean, if you look at the past weeks…" He shrugged.

"What about asking them?" Catherine suggested.

Nick grinned. "What about confronting them?" he laughed.

"When we see them the next time," she agreed.

As they had finished their case and were already well into nightshift, they both decided to head home.

They made their way to the locker room but slowed down in their pace, when they heard Greg's voice coming out of it. They could not understand what he was saying but recognized his voice. Then there was silence.

Catherine entered the room slowly, Nick directly behind her. Catherine looked surprised at what met her eyes.

Greg and Sara were close to each other, their lips pressed together. They pulled an inch apart and Sara whispered something to Greg, unaware of the presence of the other two people in the room, until Catherine cleared her throat.

Greg and Sara turned to them, startled. Greg threw an apologizing look at Sara, who had blushed slightly to the delight of Catherine and Nick.

"So what's up here?" Nick wanted to know, chuckling.

Catherine watched Sara and Greg the next couple of days whenever she saw them. She wondered how she could have missed what was going on between them. She remembered all the smiles she had seen them exchanging, the way Sara had lightened up while working with Greg, the love that spoke out of Greg's eyes when he looked at Sara.

Now she was seeing the couple a little way down the hallway where they teased each other playfully. It was still some time until the beginning of their shift and both disappeared into an empty room and Catherine knew that they were searching for some minutes of privacy.

"You know, we can't just disappear every few minutes at work," Sara said smiling and Greg's heart beat faster at her expression.

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I know. I'll have to try to get my little workaholic to go home from time to time to give me some opportunities there." He grinned, remembering the opportunity they had seized some hours ago.

Sara punched him lightly against the shoulder. "And what if that doesn't work?" she asked joking.

Greg raised his eyebrows and shrugged again.

"You won't cheat on me, will you?" Sara asked sharply, eyes narrowed.

"You don't trust me?" Greg returned in a similar sharp tone, suppressing a grin.

Sara smiled and Greg met her expression, joyful that she was happy.

"Of course I do," Sara answered and placed a kiss on his lips.

END