Sara's (Sorta) Secret Admirer

Chapter 2

"Yes, Greg." I think Sara was getting frustrated with me.

"W-w-wi-ill y-y-ou –" Where is my smooth talking when I need it?

"Will I what? Spit it out, Sanders!" Yup, she's frustrated with me.

"Will you go to dinner with me?" I asked it really quickly, then bent back over my work. If she were going to reject me (which was likely) I didn't want her to see how much it hurt.

She didn't answer for a long time. When she finally did, she said it slowly. "Like a date?"

Ahh, what should I say, what should I say? "Ya – kinda." I didn't mean to look at her in the eyes. See, I am a coward I don't like to look into girls eyes while I'm being rejected. It's not good for one's sanity. But I looked at her face anyways.

"I'd love that." Sara said with a smile and a blush. Just then Catherine walked by, ruining our moment and barking something about needing to see Sara.

"Coming." She yelled back, turning to me she said, "Gotta go."

"See you later, then." I said as she left to follow Catherine down the hall.

Then I was seized by a neurotic impulse of giddiness. After a quick glace down the corridor to make sure no one was looking, I lost it. I started dancing around the room. I really don't know what came over me, but she said YES!

"Uhh, Greg? What are you doing?" Nick asked. I didn't hear him come in, but I guess he did, 'cause there he was, watching me dance around like a fool. A lovesick fool.

"Nothing." I said, really super embarrassed.

"Common, Greggo. You can tell me." He urged, but I was not going to fall for it. It's none of his business. He doesn't need to know.

"I have a date." So I guess I did fall for it. Since when do my brain and my mouth not work together anymore?

"Who?" Nick asked.

"Not telling." I said with a smirk. "You'll find out soon enough, anyways." For some reason, I thought that would be a good enough answer, but these CSI dudes never settle.

"You told me what, now tell me who." Nick was on the verge of bribing me to talk, I could tell. But I wasn't going to. NEVER!

"Sara." Okay, mouth, meet brain. You work as a pair. If brain says 'no talk', mouth doesn't move!

Just my luck, Warrick strode in just as Nick continued talking. "You ask her?"

I JUST WISH NICK WOULD STOP INTEROGATING ME! I didn't commit a crime. I asked a girl out. The girl just happens to be a spunky co-worker of ours, but that's not a crime. At least not in Nevada.

"What I miss?" Warrick asked as I gave a small nod, seemingly intent on my work, even if I couldn't concentrate.

"YES!" Nick said triumphantly. To Warrick, he explained. "Greg asked Sara out! You owe me five bucks, my friend!"

What? They made a bet on me? On my love life? What is the world coming to?

"Aww, man. Why couldn't you have waited until she asked you? It wouldn't have been much longer a wait." Warrick said as I figured it out. The carpet fibers did match, they just came from different parts of the carpet in question. It was lighter at the bottom than the top, a drastic change that I had just figured out. I was quite proud of myself for discovering this when I remembered where I was and what was going on.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked stupidly.

"Well, when Grissom turned her down, we all noticed how she got warmer towards you. And you been a love-bug-swallowed puppy over he for a long time. It was only a matter of time before one of you asked the other one out." Nick said.

"We just didn't know which one. So Nick and I made a bet. I thought for sure that Sara would ask you out before you put on your big boy underwear long enough to do it. But I guess you found them." Warrick said with a laugh. Just because I'm the youngest person in the lab doesn't mean that they can make fun of me. I happen to find that age discrimination.

"Shut up and let me work, before Cath comes and bites my head off."

Eventually they left me alone. But not before they threw a few more snide comments my way. I knew they were going to spread the news, just because they are evil. Within two hours, the entire graveyard shift in all of Las Vegas will know that the 'wanna-be CSI Greg' has a date with 'Ms. Moody' herself, Sara Sidle, CSI.

This was going to suck.

I managed to get through the next three hours. But when Grissom said that I had to go to a scene with Catherine and Warrick, I was bummed. I much prefer the days when I don't have to leave the lab I call home.

"So I heard you got a date." That was the first thing Catherine said to me when I got in the back of the company SUV.

"Warrick, did you tell everyone?" I could guess the answer, but felt like asking it anyways.

"Sara told me. Seemed pretty excited about it, too." Catherine said. Warrick was silent for a change. A nice change.

We processed the scene for a really long time. There was blood everywhere, and guess who got to collect it. Me, of course. It was nearly lunch time when we finished. I was sent back into the lab with a ton of work to do. As I was trying to figure out how many different blood samples we found in the blender, in came Sara, evidence baggie in hand.

"Sara, please don't tell me you have more for me to do!" I begged.

With a shake of her head she put the evidence, a margarita-themed dog collar, in front of me. "No such luck. I just need you to see if there's any human blood on it. It could help us get a warrant."

I grumbled something incoherent even to me and left the blender a lone for a minute. I started to work on the dog collar, Sara hovering near-by. I found a piece of blood that was human.

"And this," I told her. "is not pooch." I gave her the printout and she scanned it. She looked so happy. It made me feel better about being really tired and over-worked.

"Thanks, Greg." Sara smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See ya later!"

A/N: Second crappy chappie! Written after midnight whilst hyper and watching CSI multiple times. Hope you enjoyed! Even if you didn't you can still review!