A/N: Rather pissed off that's why I'm writing this one, so early. Anyways Pretty Sure this is the last chapter, for this story anyways. A little shorter but it had to end or would be too long. Sequel will be up soon. Little swearing too.

Greg stumbled into the break room, the plane left in several hours and yet sleep wouldn't call his name. He'd been up 36 hours and he felt like he could go for another thirty. He'd give anyone a hundred bucks to guess who caused this insomnia. And it wasn't the case either.

The coffee tasted like shit. The food he had attempted to eat an hour was in the trash can. He was on the edge of losing it and one person was to blame.

Now why was she to blame you ask? How long had she been here, and already he was ready to give up everything that he had worked for over four months to build and with one touch of skin, one gentle whisper and a kiss he was back on square one.

"You don't look too good" Sara walked over to him feeling his forehead, feeling nothing that she shouldn't she sat down beside him.

"I'm fine" he really wanted to shout at the top of his lungs that he was an asshole but that wouldn't do him any good at the moment.

"Something on your mind?" she asked casually, attempting to keep the awkward silence at bay

"Nothing that concerns you" he bit back, not caring if it sounded rude. He rested his head between his hands on the table willing her to leave him alone. She did the opposite she touched him again. Only her hand on top of one of his but the effect was the same.

She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off, not knowing she was going to speak

"Don't touch me" he stood the only way to get away from her was to leave cause she wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Sara finally realizing that it may be her that is causing him to be like this questioned hotly.

"YOU!" he shouted a bit to loud, causing a few of the lab techs to stop and look before moving on. Something's never change.

"You are my problem, just leave me the hell alone" he swung the door open with too much force almost causing it to break and disappeared.

Not sure what to do, Sara sank down to her chair she had previously occupied, with her head in her hands. The door opened but she really didn't care who was coming or going she'd messed up big time and wasn't sure if it could be fixed.

"He does love you, you know" a familiar voice told her

"Funny way of showing it" Sara lifted her head

"Could you blame him? I mean if you were him, him not you, and your best friend who just happened to be the love of your love shot you down, keeping in mind that your him, and said you didn't date co-workers but then later saw his best friend kissing their boss. How would it make you feel? A bit pissed off wouldn't it? Just give Greg time" Kelly walked out of the room as her phone started ringing leaving Sara to her thoughts, and that maybe she really should back off. For now at least.

Not one for flying, Sara who just had to sit in the middle had her sweater hood pulled over face, her iPod going, as she slept the plane ride away. Greg however was having a hard time sitting still, a note fluttered into his lap, deciding there was nothing better to do, he opened it.

'Are you bored?" it read, he extracted a pen from a pocket, and scribbled his response

'Extremely'

'Wanna talk?'

'Sure what about?'

'I think Sara may back off'' he was curious to know how that was going to happen

'Why do you think that?"

'Me and her had a talk earlier, I pointed out a few things and I could tell that they hit home' now he was really intrigued, not many things could get Sara to back off

'What'd you say?"

'I told her to think she was you, would she be that forgiving that she wants you to be'

'Well I don't know what to say'

'Thank you would be nice'

'Thank you'

'Do you love her?'

'I really don't know'

'I think you do, it'll just take time' she answered truthfully

'Next topic, how are you and your husband?'

'We're not speaking, he didn't want me to go to Vegas'

'Why not?'

'Well one I don't know, and two I don't know, I thought he would be happy that I'm clearing his name'

'We've already proved that he had nothing to do with it'

'He was the first on the scene and being married to me, he's prolly picked up a few things'

'Are you saying you don't trust him?'

'Now your putting words into my mouth, or shall I say hand?'

'Sorry it just sounds like it'

'I really don't know what to think anymore, sure he may not have slept with this one but how many others were there?'

'that's something I don't have an answer too'

'Not many do'

'Changing topic again….Sara really has no idea that we're passing notes'

'Yes she does, she's been awake for the last five minutes'

'And how would you know this?' he asked curiously.

'Woman's intitution'

'Or you noticed the change in her breathing'

That too, you know she really does love you'

'I know'

'Well the planes about to land, we'll continue this later'

'Sure thing and thanks you've been a big help'

'Just doing what I know you would do for me '

Greg wasn't sure but something told him that Sara was just a little more than ticked off, about what he didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he cared or not.

"Did one of you call to say we were coming?"

"I did" came from Sara's mouth, the temperature dropped a few degrees making Greg back off.

"Thanks" Kelly offered, trying to ease the angrness.

"So do we get a cab or do we – Nick?" Kelly stopped walking as she saw the man looking up at the times the plans departed and arrived. The man turned around

"Kelly?"

Sara and Greg looked at each other, were they missing something?