Good night, Frank.

My response to 'Kiss Kiss, Bye Bye.'

Spoilers for, well, 'Kiss Kiss, Bye Bye.'

Greg flipped the Sinatra hat onto his head, tilting it just so, and turned, walking out of the locker room. He only made it a few steps before he heard her voice, riddled with amusement.

"Off to join the Rat Pack, Mr. Sinatra?" He turned on his heel, facing Sara. She was leaning against the doorjamb of the locker room, a smile twitching at the corner of her lips.

"Ah, no, see, me and the Clan don't have anything set up for this evening, but I do have a destination in mind." He grinned boyishly at her as she laughed, and he took the few paces back to stand beside her.

"I won't keep you, then." Sara turned toward the threshold of the locker room, hand raised in a wave. She turned back to him abruptly, startled when she felt him take her hand. Ever so graciously, in a perfect imitation of Frank Sinatra, Greg tossed her a smile, and placed a kiss to the back of her hand.

"You, Sara, can keep me forever." His voice was barely audible, and she wondered numbly if she had heard him correctly. He released her hand, and she found that she couldn't stop herself from reaching out, and touching her palm to the soft stubble of his tired, unshaven face.

"You, umm, you look tired. Get some rest, ok?" She gave him a half smile before withdrawing her hand self-consciously from his jaw, settling her fingers on the lapel of his jacket, not ready to let go of him completely. "You did well today."

"Thanks." He casually, and as if he had done it a thousand times, bent and pressed a chaste kiss to her temple before turning away and heading down the hall.

"Goodnight, Frank."

"Goodnight, Nancy."

Hodges came out of the trace lab, and glanced at Greg's retreating form before giving his attention to Sara.

"Sanders doesn't have any gray hair, Sara." Hodges cocked an eyebrow at her. She grinned at him, taking her eyes away from Greg as he rounded the corner out of sight.

"He will someday." She quickly gathered her things from her locker, and left the building, tracing Greg's steps to the parking lot, where he was leaning against her Denali, waiting for her.

"Don't even try that 'come hither' look on me, Sanders."

"But it works so well." He bit his lip, smiling coyly at her. He unfolded his arms from across his chest, and opened them just so, letting Sara walk into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and she stood against him, as he rested his head on hers nonchalantly. "So do you want to know which destination I had in mind?"

She chuckled against his chest, and pulled back to look him in the eye.

"Well, you've already ruled out a show at the Sands with the rest of the Summit." He broke into a grin, and nodded.

"I told you me and the Clan didn't have anything planned. I was actually thinking along the lines of you, me, popcorn, and an old movie on my couch." She laughed softly, and accepted the kiss he pressed to her lips before pulling away and snatching her keys out of his hand.

"I'll drive."

A/N:

Has nothing to do with my series, its just out there on it's own. Follows the "scene-let" at the end of the episode when Greg flips the hat onto his head, and walks out of the locker room. I'mFrankSinatra!Greg was REALLY sexy…

(I'm seeing his hair getting all scraggly and long…and I'm not ashamed to say I love it. A lot. Really really sexy.)