Title: Have a Nice Day

Summary: Just a small one-shot Greg Sara piece

Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda… we all know the drill. It's not mine. Wish it was. Life goes on.

A/N: I think that the last chapter felt unfinished, so I'm adding one more chapter. This is the last (God-willing) although I still think the first one is the best. It came more naturally. Not that this is swill or anything… is it?

The next day was turning out to be one of those weird dry spells at the lab' the kind of day when all of the criminals of Las Vegas decide to take a hiatus for a day, and the tourists remain sober enough to keep off of each other's throats. And although Greg knew these kinds of day were good in the sense of "no dead people", they made him antsy. More antsy than usual, that is.

He'd already joked with Nick about how miserably his team played last night, cracked his daily quota of stripper jokes with Catherine, attempted to beat Warrick in a video game and failed miserably, his pockets $20 lighter. He'd tried impressing Grissom with some little known fact about the dung beetle, which Grissom, of course, already knew. There was only one person left to find.

Sara, it turned out, was in one of the evidence rooms, pouring through a pile of evidence scattered across the illuminated table. He moved to stand next to her. "I thought there were no cases tonight" he commented, clearly puzzled.

"Cold case" Sara grinned at him a bit tiredly.

"Oh"

Greg glanced at her inconspicuously (or so he hoped) and sighed inwardly. She didn't look like she'd gotten much sleep, and her slumped posture and the frustration etched on her face signaled to Greg she was still… preoccupied about yesterday's case. Or maybe yesterday in general. Greg gulped, decided to address the elephant in the room, hoping to any God that would listen that Sara wouldn't make him sing soprano for bringing it up.

"Hey, Sara? About yesterday…and, um, last week - " He stopped abruptly when he saw her shoulders say, leaning her arms on the table for support. She was upset. Greg moved so he was standing behind her, and snaked his arms around her waist in a moment of sudden courage, pleased to feel her relax into his embrace. "I, uh, thought it was…nice" he whispered, searching for the right words.

She turned around, his arms now resting on the small of her back, and fiddled with the collar of his shirt before speaking. "Me too" she admitted, "But you shouldn't have to feel like you need to make me feel better like that. I mean, I don't need some pity kiss just because I got a bad case and I couldn't deal with it. And that first time…"

"I thought that was nice, too" Greg interrupted softly, smiling.

"It…we were at work and I should've kept my head. It's just; I don't want to feel like I'm forcing you to do anything because I can't keep my emotions in check. I - "

Greg interrupted her again, this time by brining his lips crashing into hers. When the need for oxygen became too great, Greg (reluctantly) pulled away, although his arms still remained resting on Sara's waist. "Sara" he said, as serious as she'd ever remembered seeing him, "I didn't do anything because of you moods…well, I did, but…God Sara, you haven't noticed? I've been wanting to do that for five year, but I didn't think you'd ever let me."

She just watched him, a shadow of understanding flickering across her features before he continued, "And I'm sorry I took advantage of the fact that you were either incredibly upset or incredibly happy, but if it was my only chance - "

Sara pressed a finger to his lips, whispering, "I won't let it be your only chance, anymore, Greg" before closing the distance between them. And for the rest of the afternoon, Greg found a much better distraction for slow days than losing to Warrick in the break room.

A/N: I think this has a nice, finished reel to it, probably because Greg and Sara actually have a conversation  I was going to use a reviewer's suggestion to have this take place at one of their apartments, but I don't think it fit, although the idea made me think about having something with more substance. Well, as you all know by now, reviews make me squeal with delight. The button's right down there, so… let me know what you think!