Friends First
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Chapter 3:
When Greg woke up later that day for shift, Sara was still asleep. He knew Sara was working tonight but didn't want to wake her. Suddenly his cell started ringing. Greg scrambled to find it before Sara woke up.
"Sanders," he answered when he found it in his coat pocket.
"Greg. It's Grissom. I need you as soon as possible."
"Alright. I'll be there in about 30 minutes," Greg replied, and he hung up the phone. He turned around and found Sara looking at him.
"Hey," Greg said quietly kneeling beside the couch. "Did you sleep well?"
Sara nodded still a little confused to be waking up on Greg's couch. It was nice though, until her phone began to ring.
"Sidle," she answered.
"I need you here," Grissom said without greeting her.
"You know what Grissom, I can't come in today," Sara smiled at the shocked expression on Greg's face. "I'm going to take a sick day."
"Are you okay?" Grissom asked a little worried. Sara rarely took days off.
"I will be. The last case was a bit to much for me to handle, I guess," Sara supplied as her answer.
"Okay. If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me," Grissom offered.
"Thanks Gris, but I've already got someone," Sara smiled at Greg who had gone to make coffee. "I'll see you next shift." She hung up the phone and set her feet on the ground.
"Don't get up," Greg ordered, bringing her a glass of water. "Coffee will be ready in a few minutes," he said sitting down beside her.
"Thanks," she took a drink. "I'm sorry I fell asleep."
"Don't worry about it," Greg grinned nudging her with his elbow. "You're cute when you're asleep."
"As opposed to when I'm awake," Sara teased him.
"Of course you're cute when you're awake... I'm mean... uh," Greg fumbled trying to explain himself.
"I'm kidding Greg," she said putting her hand on his knee. Greg smiled back, enjoying the companionship.
"I guess I should be going so you can get ready for work," Sara said regretfully.
"You could stay if you want," Greg offered, "and I get back, we can talk. Only if you want though."
Sara smiled at Greg's nervousness and generosity. "I'd like that."
"Really," Greg said surprised, but extremely happy.
"Ya," Sara laughed, "I'll even cook dinner."
"Awesome." Greg looked at the clock and jumped up. "I guess I'll go get ready. TV remote is up there if you want it," he pointed at the top of the television.
Greg got ready in record time, grabbing a bagel and his phone as he ran out the door.