Title: Have a Nice Day
Summary: Just a small one-shot Greg Sara piece
Disclaimer: Pay attention because I'm only going to say this once. I don't own CSI. Let's not dwell on it… it makes me sad.
A/N: This fic is for my sister, who prompted me (more like forced me) to write it. Seriously, she locked me in my room with naught but a pen, paper, and a chunk of stale bread to gnaw on in case of extreme hunger. Slave driver. Bu I still love ya, Lin! And so with one last word, I dedicate this fic to you: "windchime". One more thing: any mention of lucky frog socks is probably not true, but who knows? Maybe our favorite lab rat turned field mouse really does wear amphibious footwear.
If it had been a bad day, Greg Sanders would have been dead right now. His body would be found mutilated in some dumpster somewhere, his bleach blonde hair burnt off. Test tubes shoved up his nose. Something, he imagined, to that extent. If she'd pulled a double today, or worked a really gruesome case, or had another awkward run-in with Grissom, there was no way she'd let him do this and live, of that he was sure.
But the fact that he was still alive, fully functioning (as well as he could be in this situation, anyways) and kissing Sara Sidle spoke volumes to Greg. She'd had a good day, and now he was having one, too.
It's not like it had happened on purpose. Not that he didn't want it to, but do you really think that if Greg knew how to make this happen he would've waiting five years? This had been purely coincidental, aided only by (if anything) the fact that he'd been wearing his lucky socks. The ones with the frogs on them.
She'd come into the lab to find out what Greg had learned from the swabs she'd taken at the scene. At first he'd joked with her, "Oh, those… I haven't gotten around to those yet. Knew you wouldn't mind." He'd thrown in a showy wink just to make sure he would achieve the desired effect; and he did. That totally unique Sara Sidle 'I-don't-know-whether-to-laugh-or-to-strangle-you-with-my-bare-hands' look, complete with the one eyebrow raised. Greg had found himself wishing he had a camera.
"Fine, fine" he'd admitted, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I finished yours first, Sara. You'll always be my number one." Another cheesy pick-up line. Too bad they'd never worked. "Alright, Greggo. Let's see it" she'd smirk. Greg just grinned, picking up a manila folder from the table. "Results are right here" he told her, before holding it behind his back. "Come and get 'em." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and, from the fact that Sara looked like she was trying not to smile, Greg guessed she might just actually…
He was right. Her arms encircled his waist (although not before she let out an exasperated, but clearly amused, sigh), hands reaching for the DNA results. The only problem was that their proximity (and his own excitement) caused Greg to lose his balance, teetering forward. Dropping the folder, he grabbed the only thing he could reach, that 'thing' being Sara, and ended up pinning her between him and a nearby lab table, which broke their fall.
He'd stammered, at a loss for words, while Sara just looked shocked, if not a bit amused. Neither of them moved, even after Greg managed to choke out an apology, and then Greg did something that, had Sara had a bad day, would've caused her to kill him. Greg figured it was worth the risk.
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers.
It Sara had had a bad day, she would've slugged him in the stomach and reprimanded him angrily while he doubled over in pain. If she'd had an average day, she'd probably push him off, gently explaining that her feelings for him were platonic, and that he'd been out of line. Greg figured she had a really great day, because she'd done none of those things. She'd had a really great day because unless he was sorely mistaken (which he wasn't) Sara actually responded to the kiss, smiling against his lips.
The only thing Greg could think of (besides the situation he and his coworker were in) as he and Sara kissed was that he hoped she'd have an even better day tomorrow…
A/N: Sorry is the characters seem kind of out of character, but… it's a fic, so it's bound to happen. Let me know what you think :D