One moment Greg had suggested they return on home, and the next thing Sara knew, she was being carried down the hallway in Greg's arms. At the time she was seriously regretting how she had complained the whole taxi ride about how her feet hurt, how she wanted to make a crime scene of the person, who was most likely a man, who had invented the idea of high heels, and how she wanted to get home as quick as possible. Obviously it had gotten on Greg's nerves to the point the was going to end it then and there. As soon as the two of them had stepped out of the elevator he had swept her off her feet and began sprinting down the hallway, well a slow sprint, considering the extra weight. Normally if he did anything of the sort she would have a few yelling words of opposition, but she restrained herself simply because of the chance people were fast asleep behind each door they passed.
However, when the door to their room closed behind them, she definitely had something to say. "Put me down…" She her arms flailing to get he point across had already caused her to drop the evil black shoes on the floor right inside the doorway. "You're going to hurt yourself…I weigh more than you might think." Even though she was a tad angry, there was a sense of laughter in her voice.
Just then he tripped over the throw rug laying between the two twin beds in the room in which they had been staying for nearly a week, so he knew it was there. Sara had only seen him drink one glass of champagne, she knew that was simply not enough to make him so clumsy, but before she knew it, she fell on to the mattress nearest the window with a thud. "Sara…" He kissed her softly on the lips, then once again along her jaw line. "I'm sorry…" He whispered through a smile.
"I told you so…" She scolded, looking up into his eyes, as he hadn't moved since she was so gracefully dropped. "And, uh…you weight a bit more…than I thought you did." She said between breathes.
Greg noticed a mischievous grin spread across her face and for once he was incapable of reading into it. He had gotten so good at reading Sara like a book, but this Sara that he was looking at from above was much different, though not at all in a bad way. He actually liked this new gleam in her eye. She wanted to be unpredictable and she happened to be well on her way. Just then, Sara chose to roll the two of them to suddenly switch places. Whoever said he was a skinny whisp of a man certainly had not been in her position. Her hand wandered down to find his tie and relieve his neck from the restriction the lime green silk had on him and then tossed it over near his suitcase of the same custom color.
"Sara…" His brown eyes didn't take the time to part from hers. "…are you sure about this?" Before this trip, they hadn't been much more than co-workers let alone good friends, and now this. He didn't want to take things too far out of her comfort zone that they both would end up regretting later on. Sara was worried about things going completely wrong if they got too serious about this thing between them too fast.
"Stop, just stop asking questions, stop worrying about the future, what is right and what might go wrong...I love you Greg…"
"And I love you Sara…actually…I always have…for years, I have..." Sara stole a quick kiss to end his ramblings.
"That's all that really matters right?" She asked it as a question, but he didn't bother to answer it. He lifted a hand off the bed linens and placed it upon the side of her face, bringing her face down closer to his, their lips met in the middle. After a while the little black dress that Greg had been so excited to see come out of her suitcase had suddenly been forgotten about and laid lifelessly in a random spot on the floor. And the on going depute about which of them got the window side bed with a view was no longer an issue between the two.
The next morning Sara awoke to something much different than she had become accustomed to over the past few days. Instead of feeling the cool sheets upon her even colder bare feet, she could sense the warmth emanating from Greg's body lying close beside her. It brought a smile to her face as she heard soft snores escaping from his mouth facing in the opposite direction. Now, opposed to the airplane flight from Las Vegas, she didn't mind it so much. Instead of jumping straight out of bed as soon as she opened her eyes as she usually did, she relaxed a bit, rested her head back down upon his chest and just took a moment to soak it all in before they both got up and began their trek back home.
She was just about to be lulled back to sleep by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, when he awoke suddenly. "Good morning…" She said as she opened her eyes to rest their sight on his face. She smiled before closing her eyes once again.
"Sara…" He whined. "…come on. We've got to get up." He nudged her side with his fingertips hoping it would make her move.
"Our plane doesn't leave until noon…" She lifted her head enough to see the clock upon the nightstand read nine o'clock and then returned to where it once laid.
"Don't you forget, we have to pack?"
"Correction…you need to pack. I did before we went to dinner." She gestured in the direction of her black suitcase inside her empty closet and then to his in the opposite corner open with clothing just tossed inside flowing over the sides.
"Well…I was going to after dinner…but we both know how that didn't happen." Sara didn't say anything and after a moment of silence, he got up. He picked up the black pants and the button down of the same color off the floor and tucked them underneath his arm as he tossed Sara's dress in her direction. "You missed one…"
Greg was placing their carry on bags into the overhead compartment as soon as they got to their designated seats on the airplane destined for home. Of course this time around they made an effort to back extra clothes and other necessities inside those bags just in case another inconvenience decided to test their patience on the way back. Just as he sat down, Sara spoke.
"Did I ever tell you how--" Greg cut her off before she could finish what she was about to say, as thought he knew before hand.
"…how much you hate airplanes, right?" After all, she had said it twice now. Wasn't three the magic number.
"No…how I'm actually happy that I went on this trip how ever horrible or boring it might have been at one point or another."
"So…what are we going to tell Grissom when he asks?" Greg mentioned buckling his seat belt before the plane was to take off.
"The truth…" She received a side ways glance. She wasn't serious…was she? She couldn't be. He couldn't imagine that conversation in Grissom's office…talk about awkward. "Part of the convention stressed the importance of teamwork and trust and after this week we have become a better more trusting partnership." She said with a straight face as if she was telling it to Gil right then and there. Then a smile perked out of the seriousness. "The rest of it…well he'll just have to find out on his own time."
"What about Ecklie?" Greg inquired, grabbing her hand as the speed of the plane increased to comfort her, as he knew she still had a strong dislike for flying. "Toilet papering or no toilet papering?"
"Actually, I'm seriously thinking about picking up a thank you card on the way home from the airport."
"Wait, that there is a sure sign of the apocalypse, forget what I said before." Sara hated Ecklie more than anyone, well, maybe not more than Grissom did, but a close second. "Why would you ever do that?"
"He's supposed to be the people person, right?" Greg nodded slightly. "What if maybe he knew that we would…ah, never mind. I'm trying to defend Ecklie. That's just wrong on so many levels." For a moment, she wondered if Ecklie would have known how all this would have turned out. Every one knew that the two of them would be so much happier if they just got together, but Ecklie was the last person to ever want to people who work together to be together in non-work related ways. Maybe if it had been some one like Catherine it would make more sense, but then she realized…if they really were meant to be like this…it would have happened regardless of what other people tried to do to make it happen.
Greg noticed the look on Sara's face, the kind she got when she was deep in thought, the one he loved to see. He didn't bother to ask what it was on her mind, he had learned it was best to just leave it a mystery to everyone but Sara herself. She rested her head upon his shoulder and closed her eyes, hoping when she opened them again they'd be back home to a much different life than the one she had last left behind, what seemed like, so long ago. Greg just wrapped his arm around her and smiled. Things were definitely going to be different, but different in a very good way.