Once again, we have come now to the end...a good end.

Chapter Ten- My Shoes Keep Walking Back to You

Greg had to get away, get away from everything that was wrong with his life, all of which he had just discovered within the last hour or so. His sister was moving in with some guy that, though he passed the big test, Greg still wanted to hate so badsimply because he was moving in with Aggie. Then there was still Sara to think about. He wanted so bad to just forgive her, but after the further accusations he had made simply out of anger, he thought that Sara would be the one to doubt granting him forgiveness.

He had to escape from all of the mess, so he looked to the one place that managed to bring him some kind of solace when he lived there a few years ago. Back then he had found away up to the rooftop, through an "authorized only" door that he came across following the stairs up as far as the would go. No one else really knew about it except for Aggie, so he assumed he was safe there inhis new found silence…or so he thought.

He was lying flat on his back staring straight up into the black night sky searching for any remnants of the bright stars you could see so well out in the middle of the Las Vegas desert, but he found none what so ever. Why did all of this have to happen; his sister near crippled, moving in with some guy, and everything between Sara and himself was crumbling to pieces.

He closed his eyes momentarily in an attempt to get everything off his mind and think of something...anything remotely better. But when he opened his eyes again, it was Sara that he saw peering from above him.

"Did Aggie tell you where I was?" He asked with a sigh.

"I just know you too well Greg. Though you might insist on living life in the city, you always flock to the one place least like one. You prefer sitting on the banks of Lake Mead listening to the frogs and watching the sunrise…or dancing with me in your arms on the docks while you sing whisper soft Sinatra songs in my ear…I know you Greg, and I need you to know that I would never give all that up for anything in the world, whether you insist I'm still in love with Gil or not…" Sara stopped for a mere moment to sit down by Greg, hestill staring up at the hiding constellations. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I was just settling for you…and if I was, I was actually settling for something even better than what I wanted in the first place. I'll understand if you just want to break things off right now and go back to the way things were before. I don't know if I could do that- completely forget about how absolutely perfect we are together, but if that's what you---"

Her ramblings were cut off when Greg returned from his silent listening and out of the blue leaned toward Sara drawing his lips closer to hers in one smooth yet surprising motion. It was an action that would most normally remove all doubts in a person, but in this case, it only formed more questions for her. Moments later, he pulled away and opened his eyes to one very confused look upon Sara's face. He knew he had some explaining to do.

"I'm sorry Sara…for every incredibly stupid thing I said earlier…"

"Sorry, what!…If anyone is saying they're sorry it should be me!"

"Sara…at this point I don't really care what happened…it's over and done with, it can't be changed. And I want now more than ever for things to just go back to normal, perfect…just like we had before all this…stuff happened." He didn't want to say it again, only to forget about it completely.

"Well, I do know work will pretty much be hell for a while. Grissom isn't normally one to hold grudges, but for some reason I think he'll make an acceptation in this case."

"You hit the man!"

"Yeah, only after he tried to make a pass at me after I clearly said no! What would you have done?'

"If Grissom…uh, I definitely think I'd run away…fast."

"I wasn't looking for an actual answer…" She rolled her eyes at another one of his goofy antics, but it didn't bother her. In fact she was happy to hear it once again, it was the old Greg…back again.

"So...we're good…right?" He grinned, hoping for the right answer.

"I don't know Greg…" His face fell to a slight frown. "How can I tell you this today and just a few hours later you be completely okay with it? Normal couples can't do that Greg!"

"Kjær…haven't you realized, we're not normal." He laid back down on the hard cement with a loud sigh that some howsaid so much, and moments later she followed suit. "Just look at us…we couldn't be anymore different, but it works. Now just imagine if we were each with someone exactly like us…it would be awful. I learn from you, you learn from me. What one of us doesn't have the other one does. Sara…you complete me…"

Sara laughs at his last imitation, "Yeah…'and you had me at hello,' right?"

"No…I'm serious!" Sara smiled, and not just any old smile, bu the one that Greg loved so much, because it was strictly Sara's smile and no one else's. It wasn't perfect, but he didn't care. She had always had the small gap between her teeth and sometimes it went a little crooked depending on how she felt at the time, but because of that, he knew when ever he let him see that...he knew everything was going to be just fine.

"Greg…you've got to let her go…give her some space." She changed the subject after a long pause. "She's a big girl, you've done your job, now it's time to let her choose." She turned her head to speak directly at him, though it was only until he thought of something to say did he return his gaze from the dark skies and back into Sara's brown eyes.

"But I can't…you don't understand…"

"You're right I don't understand, I have no siblings younger or older, no family at all to worry about…you should be glad you do. If you don't stop…you'll drive the both of you crazy." She, with a quiet ooouff, pushed herself up from her previous seat. "Well…we're leaving tomorrow morning, so why don't you go talk to her before it's too late." She lent him a hand to aid him back on to his feet, hoping he would take her advice.

"Why does it seem as if all I really do anymore is help people pack up their stuff and move somewhere else? First Sara, now my sister…" Greg seemed to be more muttering to himself than to the other three in Ian's apartment.

"Hey, you never know…you might be doing even more moving sometime soon." Sara was very much aware that she was the one to whom Ian was referring.

She set another laundry basket of Aggie's stuff on the couch with everything just carried over from next door. "I don't think so. I don't think I'm ready for the kind of 'commitment' quite yet. His dirty clothes on the bathroom floor waiting a half and hour for him to get out of the bathroom in the morning, and the glow in the dark star sheets can only be dealt with for a week at a time…trust me."

"Hey! I cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen…I even made spaghetti sauce from scratch!"

"Yes, I know Greg. I'm just saying not yet, okay." She rolled her eyes. He could make things so impossible for her to get things through his head.

"Now Ian…" He dropped the whole on going debate between he and Sara and moved on to the real situation at hand. "You know, I still don't know why I agreed with you moving in with my sister…so you better behave, because remember I still have vacation time on the books. I could make it back here in a matter of hour, and you have no idea what I might do."

"I'll be sure to remember that Mr. Sanders." Though he said with sarcasm. He knew Greg was only kidding in the first place, or at least he hoped he was.

Aggie quickly glanced down at her watch. "Hey, we better get going if we want to catch our flight."

"Can't we just tell Grissom our flight got cancelled and just wander around Chicago for a few days?" Greg's mind was wandering as well. He was currently in a metal man made contraption at thirty-thousand feet in the air. He hated airplanes, though he really did have a viable excuse as to his reasoning. Since he was eight he never went anywhere by plane, unless it was completely necessary for him to do so. And as he saw it now, flying back to Vegas to face his supervisor with whom he wasn't on the best terms, was not completely necessary.

"I think that would actually make things even worse. I mean, I left him to work cases with only Sofia on shift for a week straight..."

"He'd be lost without us."

"Considering the circumstances...really?" She knew he was just kidding, most likely just talking to keep his mind busy, too busy to think about where he was.

"Oh yeah...he'd still be lost. He's probably gone crazy by now...trapped himself in his office and talking to his bugs like they were his shink."

"Greg...uh, I think he did that before we left." He grinned through his teeth as the plane passed though a small patch of turbulance that rattled the curved walls around him.

"Are you sure you're okay Greg?" She grazed her fingertips over his hand that at the time was grasping the arm rest to the point of having near white knuckles, thoughas he felt her do so he relaxed slightly.

"Yeah..." He nodded as Sara rested her head upon her shoulder and closed her eyesto attempt to get some sleep while she still could. "Never been better."

"When you finally figure things out, it just might be too late…" Those words echoed throughout my mind ever since she first spoke them to me. She was right after all…I would give up everything, my job, my respect, anything for her. I didn't care anymore, just to be with her would be worth losing it all.

But none of that mattered anymore. She was so close yet far enough away there was no way for be to bring her back to me. She'd moved on, it was as simple as that. It had been so many years, too many to wait, and she'd found someone else. She'd found someone who could make her happy, who could be all the things for her that I couldn't be.

I should be happy…right? I should be happy that she has someone in her life, someone who makes her happy for the first time in so long, someone to be her diversion, her mental break from everythingthat might be going wrong in her life at the time. I should be happy that I don't need to worry anymore about her completely burning out, fading away, or going home after a tough day and looking for all the wrong answers in the bottom of a bottle. I should be happy for the fact I knew he would always be there to watch out for her. For the fact he was her safety net…my safety net. If I ever once wanted to hand pick someone to be with her, it would have been him…so, why couldn't I bring myself to feel so happy?

I thought of another third part of this (would be then) trilogy, having to do with Sara's backstory, but it might have to have a sad ending.We'll see, but it won't be up for a while because I haven't really done much with the idea yet.