CHAPTER 5

A/N: Thanks to everyone that's been reviewing, the reviews are greatly appreciated, and yeah, this is just going to be a major sandle fluff story haha, so enjoy it, and I will try and get this finished off soon… but I've been so distracted haha I always am.

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When Sara woke hours later, alarm bells immediately went off in her head. She wasn't in her apartment, and she wasn't alone. Opening her eyes, she saw Greg beside her, on his couch, and sighed in relief, the events previous to falling asleep flooding back into her head. She had confided in Greg, and voluntarily too. That was the first time she'd ever told anyone about her past when it was vitally necessary, like telling the various physiatrists over the years, of course, the police officers when she was twelve and her mother was being taken off to jail, and of course Grissom when she was going to lose her job if she didn't give an explanation for her actions. She somehow had hoped that if Grissom understood her better, if he knew more about her, he'd somehow figure out that he loved her, and that he wanted to be with her, but he didn't, he still hadn't. Even if he did love her, or like her at that, she didn't think he'd do anything about it anyways, that was just the way Grissom was. She'd decided that long ago, but she still couldn't get over him, no matter how hard she tried, but now there was Greg. She was getting closer and closer to Greg all the time, it seemed, and now with these latest developments, she realized just how much she trusted him.

"Sara?" She heard Greg incoherently mumble. He was just waking up as well, coming to the same realizations as Sara.

"Hey Greg." Sara smiled, trying to hold in a giggle.

"Ugh, I don't think I've ever woken up so sore from such a good sleep." He complained.

"Yeah, I feel your pain, Greggo." Sara smiled.

"I guess were both a little too big to sleep on this couch, little lone together." Greg pointed out, smiling as well.

"Yeah, I guess. Breakfast?" Sara suggested.

"Sounds good to me. How hungry are you?" Greg asked, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

"Starving." Sara laughed.

"Me too, let's go out." Greg decided after reaching his kitchen and surveying its contents.

"Good idea, and by the way Greggo?" Sara tried hard not to burst out laughing at Greg's odd morning state.

"What?" Greg wondered.

"Merry Christmas!" Sara giggled. She couldn't believe that Greg had forgotten it was Christmas. She had at first as well, but this was Greg, Mr. Christmas, how could he have forgotten right away? Greg looked completely shocked. How had he forgotten today was Christmas right away? Christmas, his favourite holiday of the year! He had been so distracted by the fact he had woken up, and fallen asleep, next to Sara, and she trusted him enough to tell him things like what she had told him last night, it had just slipped his mind. It was then he realized it. He loved Sara more than he loved Christmas, which was more than anything in the world. He knew he was in love with her before, but he figured it was something he could get over in time because she'd never love him back, but how could love this strong be ignored? Would he have to spend his entire life hurting once Sara found someone that she loved?

"I can't believe I forgot!" Greg exclaimed, earning another giggle from Sara.

"Oh well, you remember now." She shrugged. "Still up for breakfast?"

"Definitely." Greg smiled. How would he not be up for anything that involved spending time with Sara?

"Pancakes okay for a Christmas breakfast?" Sara asked with a smile. She wasn't going to let Greg forget that he had forgotten Christmas anytime soon.

"Sounds great." Greg nodded anything Sara suggested sounded great to him.

"What time are we meeting everyone today?" She asked as she got the ingredients for pancakes out of Greg's cupboards.

"Six thirty." Greg called from down the hall, "I'm just going to have a shower, okay?"

"Sure." Sara nodded, getting out the ingredients for pancakes and starting to mix them together in a bowl. She wasn't exactly looking forward tonight, but in a way, she was. She hadn't been thinking about her past as much since she'd talked to Greg, he made her feel safe, and loved, and she was looking forward to spending Christmas with him, and everyone else. She just might let herself go and have some fun for the heck of it. She needed to stop being so uptight or she'd never be able to move on with her life.

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"I didn't know you could cook." Greg laughed as he emerged from the bathroom fully dressed and ready for Christmas.

"Yet you still agreed to eat the food I cooked. Brave." Sara smiled before adding, "Nice outfit." He was clad in black dress pants, a red shirt and a Christmas tie. "Very festive."

"I try." Greg smiled. "Now let's eat, I'm hungrier than ever."

"Alright." Sara nodded, sitting down across from Greg, still in her clothes from the previous day, and they devoured the large stack of pancakes together.

"Not only can you cook, you cook amazingly. Those were the best pancakes ever."

"Thanks," Sara laughed, "Well, I should get going I guess, I want to change, shower…" She gestured to her wrinkled, worn clothes.

"Yeah," Greg was sad that they're time together was ending for now, but he knew that he'd see her again in another couple of hours; "I can drive you home, and then pick you up again at six okay?"

"Sure thanks. I forgot you drove me here." Sara smiled. "I had a really had a good time hanging out with you Greg, and thanks for being there and listening when I needed it."

"No problem, it was my pleasure." Greg smiled, giving Sara a hug and grabbing his keys on the way out the door.

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A/N: bah! Is everyone still in the Christmas spirit? Haha we've got some Christmas partying coming up here! Intense! I'll try not to take sooo long in between updates, I've been so busy lately!