It's been another stressful day of work as the case everyone has been trying to figure out is going nowhere. Greg decided to take some time and sift through the garbage again to see if anything had been missed. As he's examining every piece he finds one by one carefully he doesn't notice Sara walks up behind him.

Sara: We've already looked through all of that several times.

Greg: (startled) don't sneak up behind me like that.

Sara: Awww…sorry (she laughs).

He continues with what he was doing and ignores her tone. Suddenly Greg stops and looks more closely at a comic book that was among the garbage from the house. He holds it up and notices what initially might be a red ink spot he thinks may be blood.

Sara: What do you see? (joins him to look)

Greg: I think everyone assumed this was just ink but I have this comic.

Sara: Of course you do (smirks)

Again Greg ignores her comment.

Greg: This looks initially like it might be part of the scene with Spiderman but if I remember correctly it isn't. What if the brothers were arguing over the comic book, I know they were both collectors.

Sara: Interesting…

Greg clips off a piece of the page where the blood appears to be and checks it. Turns out it is blood and he finds out that it's the blood of the vic.

Greg: It's the blood of the vic and we've got DNA from the brother as well!

Sara: Oh my god! Greg you did it!

Greg: I guess my years with comic books paid off.

With joy Sara wraps her arms around Greg's neck and hugs him tightly. For a moment Greg sinks into the moment and hugs her back. He can smell her hair that surprisingly has a coconut sent but also something floral. They continue to hug for a few minutes until they both realize what they are doing and pull back.

Sara: (inches away from his face) Uh…Greg.

Greg: Yeah? (he's got an urge to kiss her so badly he has to use every ounce of energy not to)

Sara: I'm going to go let Grissom know.

She pulls away as usual and heads off to Grissom's office with the good news. His moment of glory fades as can still feel her in his arms. He then remembers his date with Reese and how he has to clean up before he leaves.

Walking down the hallway with some folders Sara notices Greg has changed and is now wearing a blue polo shirt and khakis. He looked so mature and handsome. She catches him fixing his hair, he's combed it down, in the reflection in the window of the lab.

Sara: Hey Greg.

Greg turns around embarrassed she noticed him fixing himself in the mirror.

Greg: So how do I look? (he puts on a suave stance)

Sara: (laughs) You look great but…

Greg: But what? (looks back to the reflection again nervously)

Sara: What did you do with your hair?

Greg: I just combed it (laughs) I thought I'd try to look respectable for once.

She walks up to him closely and reaches her hand up to his hair. Sara shuffles his hair so it looks more like what it looks on the average day.

Sara: I like you just the way you are.

She gives him a smile and steps back.

Greg: Thanks (smiles back but pats his hair back down)

He heads out of the building and Reese is waiting across the street outside of the bar. She's wearing a floral skirt and modest tank top. Her long dirty blond hair has curls running down her back. Sara must admit she's beautiful and nothing Sara could ever imagine pulling off.

Greg runs across the street and they head off somewhere else together. Sara heads back to her desk to spend the night finishing her work.

Sara decided to work late and get her mind off of her personal life…whatever that was. She kept drinking more coffee to stay awake, she didn't want to leave the office. To her she felt that if she walked out the door into the real world it would eat her alive. She felt safe here…if only she could just move in. As if her thoughts were echoing out loud Catherine walked in the room.

Catherine: You heading out soon? (she was putting on her coat)

Sara: Not just yet (takes a gulp of her tepid coffee).

Catherine: You can't sleep here.

Sara: It mike make it easier.

They both laugh and Catherine sits down on the top of her desk.

Catherine: Is everything alright?

Sara: Why does everyone ask me that? Really…I am not crying…not screaming…I do my work and don't bring my personal life into the office. What do you want from me?

Catherine: Well…exactly just what you mentioned. You never have any emotion and it's been years since I've seen you with a life. Any guys in your life?

Sara: Uh…sort of (she wonders why she even admitted as such).

Catherine: (intrigued) Tell me about him.

Sara: He's a little immature…but really smart. He makes me laugh and listens to what I have to say. He's a little strange…but I kind of like that about him.

Sara stops and blushes a bit realizing she got a little too detailed.

Catherine: Wow, does he have an older brother?

Sara: I just can't go there…it's too complicated.

Catherine: You know...you could use a little complication in your life.

As Sara started walking home she remembered how Greg kissed her that night, what she could still remember. She thought of how he had always looked at her and how he always took the time to listen to her. As she got into her car and turned on the ignition she just couldn't head straight to her house.

Instead she headed the other direction and drove to Greg's apartment. It was 11:00 pm and she had a feeling he wouldn't bring the girl home with him, at least she was counting on it. She walked up the stairs to his front door and rang the intercom…there was no answer.

She stood there realizing that she just may be too late and a she started to feel an overwhelming sadness. She rubbed her eyes and pulled her hair out of her face to head back home when she heard someone say "Sara?"