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Here is only a short chapter but the next and last one will be up before Christmas.

Chapter 7: Knowing what will be

The next night found Sara working in the lab and Greg approaching her carefully from the hallway. He slowed down until he stopped at the door, not knowing how Sara would react after the last day.

He waited there for a moment, watching her working.

"I won't bite off your head, Greg," she finally remarked in a neutral tone, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes, "you can come in."

Greg strode over to her, smiling cautiously, gauging her mood.

"I have something for you," he started, and continued after she had looked up, "Got a match with some prints from the scene and the car – they match Tony Anderson. And guess what: he was booked for DUI in the night of the homicides and not far away from the scene," he finished quickly, complacent.

"Good job, Greg," Sara commented matter-of-factly, standing up. "I'll go and get a warrant," she announced and left Greg standing in the room who was glad and surprised at the same time about Sara's calmness.

When Sara came home the next morning, she hoped to find Greg there, as he had left the lab a while before her, so there was enough time for him to bring over his things to her again.

They had not seen much of each other during the night but those occasions had been calm without an acknowledgement that maybe something was not right.

Apart from the moment when they had seen each other for the first time after the previous night, and Greg had appeared to be a little frightened. Sara smiled weakly at this memory.

So it seemed entirely possible to her that Greg would come back, even if he had not said anything about it.

She had to realize though that he was not in her apartment and that there was no sign that he had been there either, and she was deeply disappointed.

She was disappointed, as she longed to talk to him, to laugh with him, to kiss him again.

But she would not ask him to come back.

Greg was lingering in a small, open room in the lab the next night. Sara had gotten the warrant for the house of Tony Anderson some hours ago and had Greg left to paperwork again.

They both had not mentioned any problems between them, but neither had they reconfirmed that they were still together. It had been quite like the night before. They had worked well together like they always did, had shared a nice conversation, only not about relationships and places of residence.

Greg's thoughts were interrupted when he heard two persons talking outside in the hallway. What he heard drew his attention to the conversation.

"He confessed to be involved in the shooting at the scene but claims that he'd only been the driver," he heard Brass' voice. What had been said before made it clear to Greg that they were talking about the shooting he and Sara had been involved in.

Catherine snorted unbelieving. "We'll see what the evidence tells us. Did he say something else?"

"Actually yes. He gave the name of the third guy who was involved," Brass replied and brought out a piece of paper. "Anderson, Tony, that's what he said."

"Did you find anything about-," Catherine started to ask, but was interrupted when Greg came hurried out of the room and told them agitatedly what they did not know.

"Sara will be pissed if she has to go off this case, too," Catherine said, slightly amused, after Greg had finished. "Where's she, by the way?"

"Investigating the guy's house," Greg replied weakly.

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'll go."

She turned to go when she saw Sara coming up to them.

Sara looked at the group of people who apparently waited for her calmly but with a questioning expression.

"Sara, there's something you have to know," Catherine started carefully, as if fearing an eruption, remembering the situation two nights earlier.

When Catherine had finished, Sara sighed. "Great, I'll probably have to give up on my job if this goes on like that."

Catherine did not comment on that, although she was relieved that Sara took it so calm, but asked instead, "Did you find anything useful?"

Sara nodded. "Evidence points clearly to him. Everything else will be your or one of the guy's job, I guess."

She looked at Greg, who had remained silent during the conversation. He smiled at her weakly and Sara could not help to smile back at him.

Finally she grimaced. "So, I'll go and see if I find some nice paper work to do for me," she said with some sarcasm and walked away from them, Greg following her with his eyes.

In the morning, shortly before the end of their shift, Catherine seated down next to Greg.

"I've already told Sara, and I want you to know as well that Anderson was arrested. Means that the assailants of that night are either dead or arrested," she told him, referring to the men who had shot at the scene Greg and Sara had been working on.

Greg almost seemed to shrug. "Good."

"So, how are you two?" Catherine asked.

"Well, I think Sara is calm. She's a pro. She's happy to work again," Greg said leaning back. He smiled. "So everything back to normal."

"And you?"

"I think I'm fine. I try to be calm as well, not to worry so much." He rolled his eyes. "Okay, I worry more about Sara than about me, what is, well, odd, as I'm the rookie, not she."

"I think you'll be fine," Catherine concluded. "When will you work in the field again?"

"I'm off tomorrow, so I'll work there the day after tomorrow," Greg answered plainly. "Unless, of course, you and Grissom think that I'm the best paper work person you ever had," he added, managing to bring a slightly worried tone into his voice.

Catherine laughed. "You'll definitely be fine."

TBC