Title: Reaching Perfection 2 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: Thanks to everyone for all the reviews. I'm not the greatest at taking the time to respond individually but I really did appreciate them. I checked my e mail a lot to see if a received any. They're kind of addictive I guess which is part of the reason for me putting out another chapter. Also just because I like Greg and Sara. So this is kind of a cliffy but trust me the next chapter will be worth it.

When there was a knock at the door his heart beat which had been quickening over the past thirty minutes almost stopped in his chest. Greg didn't waste any time in opening the door regardless of how anxiousness he was. When he opened the door he found Sara on the other side with a smile on her face that made him unconsciously return it. "Hey." He stepped aside aside and allowed her to come in.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I had to take a couple of showers." What she said was true. The thing she didn't mention was that against her will she had stood in front of her closet for ten minutes trying to find something nice but not obvious that she was trying to look nice. Then more time was spent on her hair which she hated taking time with. The problem she ran into was that if she did her hair he would know.

When she stepped in Greg shut the door and leaned forward to sniff her. A small laugh escaped her as he did so and he stepped back smiling. "Smell fine to me. How about me?"

As if her hand a mind of its own she rested it against his chest and leaned forward to smell him. When she stepped back she smiled and patted his chest before responding. "Your good."

He gave a half smile and nodded towards the kitchen. "Well here is the thing. I had to take a couple of showers too. So dinner isn't ready."

"I figured as much so at least I'm not really late." When they reached the door to the kitchen he pushed it open with one had and placed another on the small of her back to usher her through. Sara couldn't help the small smile that played on her lips.

"Your hair." He grabbed her arm to stop her and waited till she turned towards him before he continued. "I knew something was different. It's like wavy."

"Yea. Well I was thinking since I might still smell bad I would try to make up for it. Plus since you're making me dinner I figured I could at least do my hair." His hand reached out and fingered the soft waves that fell past her shoulders. Her breath left her body shakily as she glanced at his hand then looked back to his face.

"I like it." When it occurred to him that she hadn't stepped away he smiled. Sara then slowly lifted the corners of her mouth to offer him a soft smile and regardless of how much he wanted to continue caressing the soft strands he pulled his hand away. If she continued smiling at him like that it would be impossible to keep his hands off. "If you want to you can sit at the table while I finish up."

Greg turned around rather abruptly leaving her confused and more hurt than she would have expected. She quickly tried to cover it up and made her way to the table to take a seat.

As soon as he had turned away from her Greg regretted it and attempted to recover by making conversation. "You know I started freaking out a few moments ago when I realized I didn't know what to offer you to drink when you got here."

Sara laughed forgetting for a moment the tension that had been building up. "Greg it really isn't that big of a deal."

It had been a big deal to him but he couldn't tell her that or even explain why it had been. "I know, but I went to both of my next door neighbors and well both of them said you should have wine over dinner. So this one couple, they've been married for a year now I think, gave me a bottle. If you want to get it out of the refrigerator you can. They said it's good but unless you wanted to know what was actually in it from a chemists perspective I couldn't tell you a damn thing about."

She couldn't help but laugh again at how pitiful he sounded but she got up and headed to the refrigerator. Upon opening it she spotted the bottle of white wine,retrieved it, and after quickly shutting the door she turned. "Do you want me to open it?"

"Right there." Greg pointed to the corner of the counter. "I had to borrow that too."

In silence she walked to where the corkscrew rested on his counter and preceded to open the bottle. Right before she began to ask him where the glasses where she spotted two of them a couple of feet from her.

"I had to borrow those too." He felt a little foolish admitting it but when she smiled at him any doubts washed away.

"Actually I'm impressed you actually went through the trouble. You could have just blew it off and given me a glass of water." After pouring the two glasses about half way she picked them up and handed him his own.

"Only the best for Sara Sidle." She gave him a half smile which he knew his own face mirrored and then softly clinked her glass against his own before bringing it to her lips.

When they finished eating Greg had asked her nervously if she wanted to stay a little longer. To his relief she agreed. Greg practically threw the dishes in the sink and led her to his living room. For a few moments it had been slightly uncomfortable. Greg found himself unsure of what to do with Sara now that she was at his apartment and on his couch. It wasn't a scenario Greg had ever thought possible. Eventually he had been able to settle down though and try to concentrate on a movie they had decided on. When she yawned he started to become excited for a whole new reason, Greg was worried that she would leave. Yet he knew he couldn't force her to stay. "If your tired Sara you don't have to say."

"No, I'm okay." She smiled at him but knew he didn't believe her considering she didn't even believe herself. The thought of leaving Greg and going back to her house to be there alone didn't seem very appealing though. "Unless you're kicking me out."

"Please, the day I kick a willing female out will never come." When she rubbed the side of her arms he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh so your saying that you take as many girls as you can get?" Greg quickly look scandalized at her comment and when he opened his mouth and nothing came out she laughed.

Quickly he recovered and frowned. "Now you know that isn't what I mean." The last thing he wanted was for Sara to think that she wasn't important to him.

"I know it's not," she rested a hand on his bare arm to reassure him, "I'm joking."

When her hand touched him he jumped but not just from the feeling of her hand against his bare arm, it was more from the chill that passed through him from her cold hands. "Lord Sara." He grabbed her hand in his and brought it between the two of his. "You're freezing." He released her hand and stood up from the sofa.

"Greg it's fine." She turned to watch him as she made his way to the hallway and seemed to be adjusting the thermostat. "Greg seriously. I'm always cold. It's no big deal."

"It is to me. I didn't invite you over to freeze you to death." On his way back to the couch he grabbed a blanket, shook it out, and placed it over Sara before he sat down.

With a growing smiled she looked down at the blanket and concentrated on situating it over herself. "Thanks."

Almost an hour and ten more yawns later Sara knew she couldn't fight sleep anymore. "Greg I think I may have to go."

"I figured you were going down for the count soon. I just thought it would have been sooner than later." She had looked tired much earlier and he knew he should have suggested her leaving just on the fact that it wasn't safe for her to drive home half asleep yet he couldn't bring himself to tell her.

"Yea I know." Slowly she stood up from the couch. Greg did the same and took the blanket from her hands only to throw it on the couch. She couldn't help but smile at his lack of concern.

"I'll walk you to your car." She collected her purse and he reluctantly followed her towards the door.

Before they reached it she stopped and turned to face him. "Greg thanks for having me over."

"Well I've been trying to get you over here for the longest time but you have been very stubborn about it. It's seems after five years I'm starting to wear you down. I'm nothing if I'm not persistent." He knew that wasn't the case though. Greg didn't believe for one moment he had actually worn her down. Something made her give in and he would die to know what it is.

"You know Greg you never answered my question earlier. How do you find someone?" The smile that had been on his face moments ago slowly disappeared and she quickly regretted bringing up their earlier conversation.

"I haven't" He shrugged. "Well, I guess you could say I haven't really been wanting to look. I know who I want, problem is you can't find two people that are similar." He tried to smile at her, make it seem as if it wasn't a big deal, yet it was and he knew it was obvious on his face.

"Who do you want?" The softness of her voice shocked her and she knew he could detect the emotion she was feeling in it. Greg would have to be stupid not to.

"Uh uh." He shook his head and smiled. "You never answered my question." When her face became further confused he only smirk. "What did Hank have that I didn't?"

"Oh god Greg." She laughed although it came out kind of nervous. "Hank was so long ago." What had possessed him to ask her that she had no clue but something about the question made her uncomfortable, more so than it did the first time he asked it.

"So, you still never answered me. What did he have that I didn't?" She didn't say anything for a while and Greg watched her intently wanting to know what it was that kept her from wanting him.

"Nothing." She shook her head finally and gave a short laugh. "Nothing at all. In fact Hank didn't have much I suppose. I'm sure you would have had much more to offer."

"I still do."