Sara POV

I couldn't believe it. I had slept with Greg Sanders. I tried to say it a few ways to possibly make it feel more real but to be honest nothing worked. It never sounded right, but damn did it feel good. Sometimes if I closed my eyes I could remember the most amazing moments.

So then why did I leave?

I couldn't pinpoint it but I just had to get out of there. I didn't know what to do. I had no idea what to say. I was afraid of what it would feel like to watch his eyes open and find me there. Would he regret it? Would he get too attached? I didn't know which was worse.

So I ran. Call me a coward but I ran. I regretted it too, but I couldn't take it back. What's done was done. Greg didn't talk about it, not that I expected him to, so therefore I did not talk about it. I hoped and prayed that life would just go back to the way it was and maybe we could just put the whole thing behind us.

Then of course April happened.

Greg and I were working through some evidence we'd gathered at a scene, silently as had become our ritual. Judy showed up at the door with a strange woman, "And this is one of the evidence rooms, working is Greg Sanders and Sara Sidle two more of our field investigators."

I just nodded I mean come on; I was working for goodness sake, "Hey."

Greg pulled off his glove and offered his hand, "Welcome, you must be the April that everyone's been talking about." Huh? Everyone? How come these everyone's are not talking to me? I'd never heard of this woman, I looked at Greg but he was quite focused on her.

She smiled at him and shook his hand, "That would be me." Is it just me or did she lean in closer to him? It can't be regulation to wear a shirt that low cut.

"I dig the hair colour." He complimented the intense red highlights she had, "They suit you." Right, like he didn't notice the twins popping out to say hello to him.

My jaw dropped but apparently nobody was paying attention to me. "Thank you," She indicated his t-shirt, "Vintage Atari. I've been looking everywhere for one of those."

"Ebay." He looked down and laughed, "It was the only place I could find it and I was desperate."

"Looks good."

Okay are they flirting with each other? I think I just might be sick. Luckily Judy got impatient, "Anyway on with the tour."

"It was nice meeting you Greg." April said, oh so that's what it looks like when someone bats their eyelashes. Is it wrong that I just got the urge to pull each and every one of them out?

"Likewise," He winked and then she was finally gone.

"Umm, hello?" I snapped my fingers, "Greg? When you're done drooling do you think could get back to work?"

He watched April walk around the corner, smiled when she turned around then looked over at me. "What difference does it make to you?" He challenged.

I could have admitted that I really only wanted him to ever look at me like that. Although the last time he'd look at me like that was…I choose not to remember any more. I rolled my eyes, "I could care less who you flirt with Greg, unless it interferes with your work."

"Hey Sanders did you meet April?" Archie picked the absolute worst time to enter the room.

"Just now, she seems nice." I could feel him looking at me but I refused to meet his gaze.

"Damn nice if you ask me, she's got curves in all the right places." Archie whistled while Greg laughed.

"I'm sorry is this the animal channel or a place of work?" I was getting more and more annoyed with this conversation.

"Who pissed in her…" Archie started.

"Don't ask." Greg waved him away and silently got back to work.

I hate this, I miss my best friend. Yeah fine, he's my best friend so sue me it takes a lot to get me to notice stuff sometimes. I missed him joking around with me; I missed that smirk he'd get on his face when he knew he'd gotten a rise out of me. Damn I just missed him and now that I knew what he felt like. I inhaled and exhaled slowly once, twice, three times and finally said, "Good now maybe we can get some work done." His sigh wasn't lost on me and neither was the fact that he didn't even try to argue with me. I liked arguing with him.

Fine I liked everything about him. I sighed too…I'm just better at hiding it. I know he deserves to know about my feelings, but I don't express those very well so I'll do what I do best. I'll push them deep down and pray to God I don't have to think about them again.

Then the nausea started. I tried to pass it off as improper eating habits and really I haven't had an eight hour's sleep in a damn long time. I could even pass off that first month as high stress. Then it was two and I was having weird cravings. I suspected it but I had to know for sure.

Sometimes I hate it when I'm right.