Title: Play Acting

Disclaimer: Not mine

Dedication: For Kegel

A/N: Okay I HAVE to rant here as I have nowhere else too right now and I've been fuming since I watched the news tonight...I think it's a disgrace that Oakwood isn't being prosecuted for what happened to Hayley Williams. Oakwood's statement said they were please they werent beingcrimally prosecuted andthat their thoughts are with the family as always…I don't think they were on the family the day they opened the ride that killed their daughter, who was one of the nicest people I know. It's taken them almost 2 years to come to the conclusion they arent going to do anything about her death.

Sorry guys but I had to throw that out there. I was typing this part when I found out on the news just now and I'm babysitting so I have no one to scream at. Anywayz...sorry again and on with the story...

"I'm shattered," Sara complained as she fell into the seat next to Greg, closing her eyes hoping to sleep though her 'lunch' break. Getting no response she opened her eyes again frowning "What are you reading?"

"The script," came Greg short reply as he handed her the coffee he had just poured for himself. Sara looked at the cup then back at him.

"But this is yours."

"Have it, it would have been my third." Greg explained going quite again as he turned to the next page.

"Is the plot okay?" Sara asked hoping it wasn't going to be anything to bad involved with the exception of the acting that she couldn't do.

Greg looked up in surprise. "You haven't read though it yet?"

"No. Should I have?" Sara smiled as she took her first sip of the coffee.

"It might be a good idea to." Greg smiled. Sara was going to go mad when she read the full script.

"So, what's it about?" Sara asked curious to know but not wanting to wait until she got the time to read though the script. Greg thought of a way to explain with Sara killing the messenger.

"Okay, so you have Ryan and Sophie, our characters. Ryan is a bad ass kid with a taste for bad ass chicks, parties, hot wiring cars and spending nights in a cell…well actually he doesn't enjoy that too much but he does get into a lot of trouble, he's at the bottom end of the social ladder and doesn't care." Greg started explaining his character to Sara. "Sophie is the exact opposite. Has a few close friend but always followed by crowds of by guys and girls, she belongs to a high powered family so everyone wants to get close her." Greg smiled as he tried to picture Sara at the centre of attention of a large group. She'd hate it but like it our not that's what she would be doing on opening night. "What people do know," Greg continued, "is that her family isn't as perfect as she makes out, she spends most of her time alone, and her family isn't close, unlike Ryan's. She distrusts everyone because they all want to get close to her because, as the saying goes, 'it's not what you know, it's who you know'. She doesn't know until near the end but even her best friend is betraying her. She wants to escape, but doesn't know how to, until she meets Ryan. He's not interested but she eventually starts getting at him, then everything comes out about what her best mate did and everyone turns on Sophie. Ryan sticks up for her but she ends up running from him, she's scared he'll hurt her too. Ryan sings a song to her and they kiss and make up, and face the world together." Greg's eyes caught Sara's as he finished, he smiled as a faint blush crept up her cheeks. "The end."

"I guess the plots okay," Sara said looking away from Greg. "That's going to be so much extra work, to learn all the lines and everything, and I can already tell how bad the acting lessons are going to be." Sara sighed as she grabbed Greg's script and flicked though the pages, noticing for the fist time how often her characters name appeared.

"The coaching lessons will get better, once you get used to them and just think of learning the script as processing a crime scene. Small sections first, bring everything you know together, re-read the case to make sure you have everything, and then present your part of the case to a jury. Easy." Greg smiled proud of his on the spot example.

"Greg, you're mad." Sara laughed. "I still don't think I can do it," she sighed.

"I'll help. We can make a game of it," Greg beamed at her. "We have to act in character when we talk to anyone on the lab and we can start learning lines after shift. We can start with the part where you confess your undying love for me."

"Where I what…that better not be in the script. I gonna kill…"

"Don't worry Sar, it's not," Greg laughed but stopped seeing the look Sara gave him. "Sorry, couldn't help it. You really do need to read the script ya know."

"I will, I just have to find the time." Sara said unconvincingly.

"What are you doing after shift?" Greg asked her looking at his watch and realising that their break was almost over.

"Nothing," Sara responded automatically. The regretted it at the look in Greg's eyes.

"Okay, you can come over mine. I'll cook dinner and we can go over lines after shift." Greg told her and for once Sara didn't disagree with his suggestion of dinner. "We can play act on shift too. It'll help get you into character."

"We're meant to be working Greg, not play acting." Sara said pushing herself off of the sofa.

"We can do both, I won't interfere with work much, the most interference will be me telling you to stay in character." Greg said knowing she would read it as a challenge.

"Are you saying I wouldn't be able to stay in character for a shift?" Sara glared at him.

"I'm saying you wouldn't be able to stay in it for half a shift, Sidle." Greg said tilting his head back and hooking his thumbs onto his jeans, effortlessly slipping into the person he saw Ryan as.

"I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you," Sara smiled at him, "I'm of a higher station, remember?" With that Sara turned and headed out of the break room throwing a confident smile and a small wave at Nick who was just about to enter.

"Was that Sara or her twin?" Nick asked Greg.

"Why ask me, man? Do you think I'd know someone like that?" Greg stopped the laugh that was forming at the look on Nick's face as he left the room.

A/N: Well there you go. Hopefully my fowl mood didn't slip into the story…if it did, I'm sorry. Review please…My review numbers are dropping each part…is that saying something about my writing? Let me know if anything needs to be worked on.

Next part will be up tomorrow night.

-An extreamly upset and annoyed Lenna