Title: Reaching Perfection 1 of ?

Author: Calie

Title: PG-13 (Will definitely by higher later.)

Summary: Sara feelings for Greg have been changing subtly and after a comment made by him she slowly begins to realize what she needed has been in front of her face the whole time.

Notes: Within the past two weeks I started reading Greg/Sara fanfiction. I had been reading Sara/Nick before. Unfortunately there is not a lot out there, an not a lot stories with a higher rating which is always fun. I would really appreciate reviews but I would appreciate just as much if someone knows of any good fanfic. I've pretty much read everything on this website.

"I wonder if this is how hell smells?"

Sara cracked a smile and continued packing up her supplies. "The devil must have a strong stomach then."

"No shit. Sara do me a favor and reach into my bag and grab a t-shirt out."

After locking her kit she glanced around and spotted what looked to be a gym bag next to her and unzipped it. Doing her best not to waste any time poking around she located a t-shirt and handed it to him. "It isn't going to help the smell."

"I know, but it'll make me feel better."

He took it from her hand and placed it on the floor of his trunk. As Sara begin to load up the evidence she found herself doing a double take as he removed his vest and preceded to strip the shirt from his body. She only caught a short glimpse of the smooth stomach and chest before she was able to force herself to turn away.

"Hold on I'm coming."

She glanced back at him, expecting him to be dressed, but instead he had turned towards her and was still pulling the shirt over his head. Even as she did it she cursed herself for looking one more time. Sara wasn't a vain person so she never had based much on looks. That didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate a nice muscled lean body which was exactly what she had found herself staring at, even it if was only for a couple of seconds. Before he could catch her looking she had turned away and continued loading up. They surprisingly did it all in silence, which was very surprising for him. Nothing he ever did was in silence. Most of the time she preferred things quite so she could think but when he was around she found herself not minding their bantering. Once they were all loaded up and into his car Sara finally had to break the silence. "Greg stop at the store, I think we are going to need some lemons."

"Whoa, Sidle, what did you step in." Nick laughed as she walked into the locker room. She threw a glare his way but he only smiled. Seeing the bag she carried he walked over and peeked over her shoulder as she opened her locker. "Lemons huh? So that's where you and Greg disappeared to. You know Sara, eventually men are going to start steering clear of you if this is where you take them. I already learned my lesson." She turned around after slamming her locker shut and narrowed her eyes at him. Nick of course only smiled.

"I don't mind." Greg had stopped once he walked in and listened to the one-sided conversation. "I'd still like Sara if she rolled around in the fat from the decomp."

Sara couldn't help but blanch at the thought. "Greg I don't think that was the kind of help I needed."

He smiled and went to his locker. "Sure it is, how many men would still have dinner with you after collecting evidence on a decomp."

He hadn't been looking at her when he said it but it wouldn't have mattered much because as soon as the words where out of her mouth she turned and headed out the room. It shouldn't have bothered her what he said. Greg never would say anything to her to hurt her feelings she knew. So when she had hurried out of the locker room it wasn't out of anger towards him or even Nick for teasing her also. What bothered her was that he was telling the truth. It reminded her of Hank and Greg's comment the last time she had the decomp with Nick. Greg had said something similar to her then. Something about a real man not minding how she smelled. Even being an EMT Hank had been stand offish. It didn't bother her about Hank's attitude though. He had only been a short moment in her life and after their short relationship was over everything went back to normal as if she had never met him. What bothered her was trying to find someone that would still want her regardless of all of that. She didn't have the extra things to offer like the others did. Nothing in the way of great looks like Catherine or even the guys. Her social skills weren't always great so it made it difficult for people to understand her. The only people that really did were her co-workers. With that thought she looked back to the locker room before she turned the corner and thought of Greg.

"You know I might actually be starting to like Ecklie."

"Oh please Greg. He didn't tell us to go home because he likes us. He says we were stinking up the lab and already one of the lab techs went home sick." Ecklie had confronted her about it, most likely because it was more satisfying to tell her she smelled horrible than Greg. He was being sent home also so she had went in search of him to tell him. Unlike Sara he had been thrilled. He had insisted he wait for her as he wrapped up some things before she left. A few moments later they both headed back to their lockers to collect their belongings and leave.

"It's just a cover." Greg took two quick step to reach the door before Sara and pulled it open. "The lady of death first."

"Ha ha." She couldn't help but smile though as she walked in. The locker room was empty and for some reason a feeling of apprehension came over her as she realized they were alone. She went strait to her locker and quickly began taking out her things. For a moment she considered rushing out of the locker room with a quick goodbye and see you later but she found that regardless of this new uncomfortable feeling she had around him she wasn't ready to leave. So as she shut her locker she sat down on the bench. "Greg?"

"Yeah?" When he noticed that she had already pulled out all of her things he followed suit and without thinking grabbed what he knew he needed and closed his door.

"I was thinking about what you said earlier. How do you find someone that doesn't mind what you do?" The question came out sounding more pathetic than she meant to but she couldn't help herself from asking. When he looked at her she moved her eyes away for a short moment then forced them back to his, not wanting to appear at all as if this conversation was bothering her.

For a moment Greg studied Sara. To say he wasn't surprised about what she asked would be a lie. That wasn't the kind of question Sara Sidle asks. She doesn't ask or reveal things that would make her seem unsure or weak. So Greg knew right away what he had said earlier had bothered her. "Sara I didn't mean it like it came out. I'm sure there are a lot of guys out there that would care enough not to be bothered by what you do."

"Well there not in Vegas Greg." She stood up and began walking towards the door, to her relief he was walking with her.

It hurt him a little to hear that she felt that way. "I'm sure there are some, you're just not looking in the right places." She turned to him but he had quickly looked ahead, not wanting her to see how serious he really was about what he said.

When he didn't meet her eyes she looked ahead again. "Maybe."

They walked for a for a few seconds in silence before Greg couldn't stand it anymore and forced himself to make conversation. "So what are you doing tonight."

Sara found herself slightly disappointed that the conversation had not continued, especially since Greg had seemed to become suddenly quite and uncomfortable with it. She wouldn't push though when she could see he was making an attempt not to talk about it. "I don't know, I was supposed to go grocery shopping since I have nothing in the house but since I smell this bad I may just stay home and scrape something together for dinner."

Finally they had exited the crime lab building, Greg following behind Sara as he held the door open for her. "Now that doesn't sound like the healthy Sara I know."

"Yea I know. I'm not to excited either, but desperate times call for desperate measures." All she could do was shrug glumly with the long stretch of boring hours she had to look forward to. At least shopping took up some time.

They were nearing there cars, and Greg bit his lip nervously trying to decide if he should make another poor attempt to ask her out. The others had failed miserably, although he they had been made with rather lame jokes. This time he found himself quite serious. "Do you want to come eat with me?" Her pace slowed and she looked at him curiously. Greg hated that look, only because he always felt like she had some way of knowing exactly what he was thinking when she looked at him that way. "You know I figured since we both smell bad we won't be able to smell the other so it'll be okay."

The questioned had started Sara more than and for a moment she had considered saying no. Greg had always seemed like a kid to her even though he was less then five years her junior. Doing anything more than grabbing a quick lunch with him on the road had always seemed odd and out of place. This time though the first thing she had though was that she didn't want to be alone. Greg had always been the last person she had considered to fill though void. Yet now here she was actually finding herself excited at the though of having dinner with him. "Dinner? Where?" He smiled at her and the intense look in his eyes made her nervous and eager at the same time.

"Well we could go out to eat but if you really are worried about smelling I could always cook for you." His nervousness at proposing that she come to his apartment slowly settled when she smiled.

"You'd cook for me?"

"Do I get a goodnight kiss when you leave?" Greg raised his eyebrows at her but all he got in response was a laugh and a gentle shove to the side.

"Only if your lucky." Sara smirked and vaguely wondered when she had become so bold. The shocked look on his face was worth it though. Obviously he hadn't been expecting her response. "What time?"

"Well," Greg looked at his watch trying to ignore any thoughts of possible kisses from Sara, "It's seven now how about nine? I know it's a late dinner but I figure we both need time to shower." To hint at what he meant he held up his own bag of lemons.

"Nine it is. See you then."

With a wave and a smile she left his side and walked away to her car. Greg stopped walking, even though he wasn't to his own vehicle yet, and sighed.