AN Sorry I meant to put this up a couple of days ago but I've been a bit busy...here's the last bit I hope you guys like it. Thanks so much for all the reviews...I am somewhat astounded that you all enjoy my writing so much...Thanks. Please enjoy.

Greg may not have known about the dreams but he knew something was up. Sara seemed a bit distant from him as of late. At first he thought she was just in a mood or maybe one of his overly caffeinated days kinda pissed her off. But this was different; she seemed to be distancing herself from him only. He actually had to think about the last time they had made eye contact. It was starting to bother him. He'd resigned himself to the fact that they were never going to be more than friends. He worked hard to be a good friend to her and thought that they were fine, except these last few weeks she was avoiding him like the plague. What had he done wrong?

Finally one day while the two of them were processing a scene, after all the detectives, coroners and beat cops had left, he had to know. "Sara, can I ask you something?" He said tentatively as he swept his flashlight through a closet.

"Hmm." She agreed noncommittally while open the beside table drawers.

"Have I done something to offend you?" He asked.

She stood up slowly and turned around to look at him, "Not at all Greg, why?"

"Well, you umm," He cleared his throat, "You've been kind of avoiding me lately, at least it seems like it and I just didn't want to have pissed you off without knowing it."

Sighing she ran a hand over her face, "I'm sorry, it's, well it's complicated."

"You can trust me you know that right?"

"Yeah, yeah Greg I know that." She smiled at him.

"Good I just didn't…"

"Greg?" She cut him off.

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk about this later?" She swallowed, "Like maybe after shift?"

He was forcing himself to NOT think that this could be a date. He nodded, "Sure."

"Good, cause I wanna get this scene processed sooner than later." She turned around again to finish with the drawers.

"Right." Greg turned his flashlight on again and tried not to notice his heart beating faster. Why was he all of a sudden flooded with an overwhelming sense of hope?

It felt like years before the shift was over. Greg really wasn't sure what was going on, but he was sure his heart hadn't gone back to beating at a normal rate since his conversation with Sara. He was trying not to think too much about it, when she entered the locker room.

"Hey."

He turned around, his keys in his hand, "I'm ready where do you wanna go?"

She cleared her throat, "Umm, I'm really not in the mood for restaurant noise, do you mind following me to my place?"

He was sure his eyes were bugging right out of his head, "Uh, s-sure, that's," He swallowed, hard, "Yeah that's fine."

"Great." She smiled, "Follow me."

"Anywhere," He muttered shutting his locker and walking with her to the parking lot.

He had to blast the music extra loud to force any nasty thoughts out of his head. He wasn't going to go Neanderthal on her, he refused. He weaved in and out of traffic following her as close as he could.

She waited for him before walking toward her building. She kept staring at her keys. He felt the need to at least start some conversation, "You speed you know that?" He tried.

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to just stare at him, "W-what did you say?"

This was the weirdest situation to be in, he racked his brain trying to figure how what he had said could have been perverted or rude and he came up with nothing. "I, uh, just said that you speed, it was hard keeping up with you."

She ran a hand over face and sighed, "Unbelievable."

"What?" He fell into step with her as they entered the building.

"Nothing," She waved him away, "This is me." She indicated a door before slipping her key into the lock and opening it.

Greg actually felt his blood rushing at a faster pace throughout his body as he entered her apartment. What the hell was going on?

"Do you want something to drink?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly as she walked into her kitchen, still not looking at him.

He really couldn't take it any more he followed her into the kitchen and spun her around to look at him, "No Sara I desperately want you to explain what the hell is happening here? Why have you been so distant lately? Why do you never give me eye contact? Not even now! I don't…" He was going to keep going but she kissed him.

Sara Sidle kissed him.

What the hell? Was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming and before he got too carried away he reluctantly pulled back, "Okay what was that for? Not that I'm complaining."

Her eyes were closed and she licked her lips slowly. Watching her was actually painful for him, this was like slow torture. "I just had to know." She finally said.

That's it he was so in the dark he couldn't see a damn thing. He put a hand to her face which made her eyes open and forced her to look at him, "You are going to start explaining things to me Sara, because I'm lost."

She smiled at him and the look in her eye actually made his heart leap. Taking his hand she pulled him into the living room and indicated that he sit on the sofa. She joined him, a hell of a lot closer than she'd ever sat near him before.

"I've been having these dreams…" She started. He blinked, not sure where this was going but refusing to cut her off till she was done. "About you."

"Me?" His voice came out slightly strangled, some pieces were falling into place.

She nodded, "Yeah, a few of them. In fact," She inhaled deeply, "lately it's been nightly. I rarely sleep."

He swallowed, stared, swallowed again then tried to remember how to breathe. "You've been dreaming about me?" Then somewhere emerged a sudden surge of confidence, "Was I good?" He put his arm up on the back of the sofa.

She grinned and looked down at her hands, "Quite."

It was a now or never moment. Something he was sure he had imagined way too many times but he wasn't about to let it pass. He closed the gap between them and kissed her again, this time taking control. After a few moments she actually groaned against his mouth. He was sure he'd died and gone to heaven.

She tasted fantastic. In fact even better than anything he could ever think of. If this was the extent of his evening it he couldn't have been happier.

She traced his lips with her tongue, "Greg?" She gasped from underneath him.

"Yeah?" He reluctantly pulled back and looked at her hoping to dear God she wasn't going to send him away.

She sat up and pulled at his shirt, which was deliciously unbuttoned and hardly on. "You know one place my dreams never happened?" She asked looking him up and down so hungrily he almost groaned.

"Nope." It's all he could think of to say and all he was sure was going to come out of his mouth that was remotely coherent.

"My bed," She stood up and offered him her hand.

He smiled and took her hand, "Lead the way."

A few hours later he woke up when he felt fingers on his face, "What are you doing?" He mumbled stretching slightly and slowly opening his eyes to look at her.

She looked so amazing he could hardly take it. She smiled, "I was just making sure you were real."

Wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to him he grinned, "Damn right I'm real. How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock." She said against him while tracing her fingers around his chest.

"Good." He kissed the top of her head.

"Oh and Greg," She leaned up a bit to look at him, "Just in case you were wondering. Better," She smiled at the blush on his face, "Much better."

Sara went toward the coffee pot at the beginning of shift then bypassed it and grabbed an orange juice from the fridge.

"You look chipper." Catherine observed.

"I am." Sara said before taking a sip.

"No dreams?"

"Oh are we talking about Sara's dreams?" Nick asked as he and Warrick came into the room.

"Are you still not sleeping?" Warrick asked.

"Last night I slept like a baby." Sara said.

"Really? That's great. Did you take anyone's advice?" Nick asked.

Grissom and Greg were looking over a file as they entered the room, "Advice?" Grissom looked up.

"I did actually." Sara said with a grin, "I took Grissom's advice."

"Really?" Catherine's eyes shot up, "The whole purging the thought by figuring out the desire?"

No one noticed Greg's smile. He let Sara control the moment, content to just watch her.

"Yeah, that one."

"And it worked?" Grissom asked.

"Rather splendidly actually." Sara's smile was broad.

Greg couldn't take it he was blushing so furiously he could feel the heat off his face. He coughed and put a hand to the back of his neck, "Don't we, umm, have a meeting to conduct or something?"

"Right." Grissom said, "Everyone have a seat."

Everyone did so and then like a rather large light bulb turning on the entire team, Grissom, Catherine, Warrick and Nick got wide eyes and just stared at Greg.

Having maintained his composure he put on the most innocent face he could, "What?"

For almost a full minute a cricket could have been heard in the room then all of a sudden Nick started laughing, "Damn Greggo." He was followed by Warrick and then the rest of the group.

Finally the meeting got underway.

Sara never had another sleepless night; at least not one due to her dreams.

AN: I know I've used 'Damn Greggo' before…but it really just strikes me as something Nick would say…lol