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Chapter 4: In between

Sara was snoozing and huddled up to Greg, who was lying behind her, his arms wrapped around her.

It was not too early in the morning anymore, but Sara enjoyed lying there, cuddling with Greg, who was still asleep. She enjoyed the warmth, the silence and the indescribable nice feeling to be next to each other.

She dozed for some minutes, until suddenly a voice next to her blared, "GREG."

Sara jumped, stirring up Greg in the movement, if he was not already woken up from the noise. She opened her eyes and saw Greg-in-small standing next to the bed.

"Hey," she said softly. She felt Greg sitting up next to her.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked the little boy, who grinned and answered, "Mom said 'Ask Greg and Sara if they want breakfast'."

"Oh, yeah," Greg replied eagerly and a smile played on Sara's lips.

Greg's nephew had already jumped around and was running out of the room.

Greg leaned lightly against Sara and wrapped his arms around her again, before he slumped back into the bed, taking Sara with him.

"Didn't you want to get up?" Sara asked amused, turning her head to look at him.

Greg had closed his eyes again and huddled up to her delightfully.

"It's cozy and very nice."

Sara turned around to him. "Yeah, it is." She kissed him briefly, and then sat up, freeing herself out of his arms. "I'll get up now, so no more cuddling with me," she said impishly and stood up, knowing that this was the way to get him out of the bed.

Greg opened his eyes quickly. "Okay, then I'll get up, too."

He stood up and followed her, only to wrap his arms around her again, and Sara was once again surprised by his tenderness. She enjoyed it for a short moment, sorry that she had to break it again.

"We're going to be late for breakfast this way," she said, smiling, and Greg sighed playfully, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Greg called and his sister entered the room slowly.

"Good morning," she looked smiling at the both of them, Greg still having his arms around Sara.

"We're waiting for you," Kristine said, winking cheerfully.

Greg looked at her sorrily. "You'll leave today, won't you?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but not before breakfast. You'll stay for some more days, won't you?"

"Yeah, we'll make some trips to San Francisco and so…," Greg confirmed, while Sara smirked, "…if we ever get out of here, as you're still holding me, Greg." She looked at him, eye-brows raised. "Can I get dressed now, please?"

Greg drew his arms back jerkily, while Kristine left the room, laughing.

It was one week later when Greg leaned over to his grandfather, grinning slightly. "Any insider's tips you want to tell me before Sara and I leave?" he whispered. They were standing a few feet away from Sara's car, which was packed, ready for the drive back to Las Vegas.

Olaf looked impishly and replied quietly, "The winter is cold," he said in a serious voice, blinking merrily.

Greg threw a short glance backwards where Sara was talking with his mother and then turned to his grandfather again. "We live in Las Vegas," he objected whispering.

"Still cold enough. So keep your Sara warm," he advised, chuckling.

Greg glanced at Sara again and she smiled back at him.

"She'll appreciate that," he replied, smirking.

"For sure," Olaf said, clapped his grandson on the back and added, "Take care, Greg."

Greg said goodbye to all members of his family, and Sara did so as well, before they climbed into the car and Sara started the engine.

An hour later they were on the freeway. Sara would drive the whole way again, as she had also done during the trips they had made, apart from the one when Greg's parents had come with them and Greg's father had driven.

"It's the same like our drive here," Greg adverted, "We'll make several breaks, okay?" He looked at Sara from the side.

She kept looking straight forward, "I'm well rested, Greg. If we go through without breaks, we'll be in Vegas in eight hours," she stated matter-of-factly.

"But we don't have to hurry. We're still on vacation, remember?" Greg argued.

Sara still starred straight ahead, but then her expression softened and she glanced at Greg. "You know what, it's pointless to start a quarrel about that," she said earnestly, "Let's make a nice long break at noon, have some lunch and then we'll drive in one go to Vegas, okay?"

"Okay, but I'll make sure you eat something at lunch," Greg declared, smiling slightly.

"As if I need something after I was well-fed by your family," she winked.

Greg laughed. "Yeah, I often had the feeling I could roll myself home after I'd been there."

Sara laughed as well and after driving some minutes in silence, she asked, "Do you look forward to work again?"

Greg leaned back. "Sure, why not?"

After some seconds he added, "I won't be able to work in the field at first, though," he looked at his still plastered leg that would withhold him from doing field work, in contrast to Sara, who nobody and nothing would hinder – as Grissom had confirmed to her – to work in the field again immediately. He did not like this thought at all, though he was happy for her that she would be able to do what she so liked to do shortly again.

"You'll be able to do so soon, I'm sure," Sara smiled at him reassuringly. "You've got an appointment next week. Maybe the plaster will be off then."

Greg grinned. "You know better about my appointments than I do."

Sara shrugged. "Yeah, somebody has to take care for both of us, you know."

Looking at her questioningly, he asked, "So, I can stay at your place when we're back, can't I?" He seemed to suppress a grin.

Sara shook her head. "Greg, you stayed there almost all the time before…the accident."

"You mean you had enough of me then?" Greg asked, still trying not to grin, while looking apparently taken aback.

Sara screwed her eyes.

"What?" he asked waggishly, trying not to laugh now.

"Greg, you'll get your nice butt over to my place or-,"

Greg raised his eyebrows. "Or what?" He grinned. "And by the way: Did you just say that?"

Sara sighed. "I did." Looking at him sheepishly, she added, "That's where you're driving me to."

"You never let me drive," Greg said, teasing, enjoying himself.

"Be glad that we're on the freeway, Greg."

TBC