A/N: Anticipation...it's killing me! Just kidding. Usual disclaimer: I don't own them, merely exploit them. Read on, all ye faithful ones!

Chapter 30- I Don't Want to Wait

"So you look at me from across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me, I know the feeling
It sucks you into the jaws of anger
So dig a little more deeply into my life
All we have is this very moment
And I don't want to do what his father did
I want to be here now

I don't wanna wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right now
What will it be?
I don't wanna wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be
Sorry?"

I Don't Want to Wait by Paula Cole

Several weeks passed. Ironically, the event that had been meant to bring Greg and Sara even closer had instead forged a rift the size of the Grand Canyon between them. At work, they both avoided each other.

Actually, it had started as Greg avoiding Sara out of guilt, despite her insistence that she had wanted that night to happen, had in fact waited for that night. In turn, Sara, upon realizing that Greg was avoiding her, began avoiding him.

Grissom and the rest of the CSIs watched this strange dance with mounting concern. All of them realized that the precious time Greg had left should not be spent like this.

It was six weeks to the day when Grissom finally got fed up with it. Sara was taking a personal day, and he called Greg down to the meeting room for assignments. He handed out the slips of paper, expression carefully controlled. "Nick, Warrick, you've got a 419 over at the Tangiers. Suspicious circs. Vic apparently keeled over during an intense hand of Blackjack."

They both nodded and Nick grabbed the paper before they headed out, already arguing over who was driving.

"Cath, you're working solo. You've got what appears to be a B+E gone very wrong. It's on the edge of Clark County, so have fun."

She smiled wryly before taking the paper and leaving.

Greg was left waiting. "You said you had something for me, boss?"

"Yeah, here's your assignment."

Greg took the piece of paper and looked down at it in confusion. It read, "MAKE UP WITH SARA."

"Griss, what the—" Greg looked up. Grissom was gone. "Damnit," he muttered, standing up and looking at his watch. He groaned aloud and walked quickly to Grissom's office. Without knocking, he marched in. "Grissom, what the hell is this?" he asked, waving the piece of paper.

Grissom didn't even look up from his paper work. "It's your assignment, Greg."

"My assignment is to make up with Sara? Since when did our personal lives become the business of the lab?"

"Since you brought your fight into this lab, hence making for an extremely tense work environment." Grissom looked at Greg over the rim of his glasses. "Greg, you need to make this right, and now's your opportunity. Sara has the night off, and I want you to go over to her place and apologize until your face turns blue. Oh, and don't worry," he continued, looking down at the papers on his desk. "You'll be paid for it."

Greg wasn't backing down so easily, though. "I still don't see how this is any of your business."

"Goddamnit, Greg!" roared Grissom. "You made it my business when you let it interfere with your work!"

Greg was taken aback; he had never heard Grissom swear before.

Grissom paused before saying in gentler tones, "Greg, you're like a son to me. And I look at you and Sara, and I see how much this is hurting both of you, and I just want it to stop, ok? You two deserve happiness, but you two are also too stubborn to be happy. So yes, I'm stepping in, but I promise you, it's for the best."

Greg nodded slowly, then turned to leave. "Where are you going?" asked Grissom.

Greg paused. "To Sara's, of course."

Thirty minutes later, Greg sat in Sara's apartment, on Sara's couch, staring at his folded hands and waiting for Sara to get home from wherever she was. He heard the door open and the sound of Sara setting her keys on the table in the foyer. Then he heard her walk to the living room, but he still didn't look up.

She gasped when she saw someone in her house, then reached out a hand to steady herself against the wall when she realized who it was. "Jesus, Greg, you scared the shit out of me!" she exclaimed. "How'd you get in here, anyway?"

"I used the key you gave me," he said quietly, meeting her eyes for the first time. "Sara, we have to talk."

"Believe me, Greg, I know. And maybe I should go first. I have some news."

Greg's brow wrinkled in confusion. "What's up?" he asked.

She sighed and sat down. "I went to the doctor's today."

Greg was suddenly still, like a deer frozen in headlights. "And?" he whispered, fearing the answer.

"I don't have it. Greg, do you understand? You didn't give me HIV!"

For the first time in almost a month, Greg smiled, really smiled, that grin that he had that stretched from one ear to another and glowed brighter than the sun in the middle of summer. "Oh, thank God!" he exclaimed, reaching over and hugging her. "Thank God."

Sara hugged him back, then said, suddenly serious again, "Greg, there's more."

He sat back, smile fading slightly. "What is it?" he asked, eyes searching hers. "What's wrong?"

She smiled then, tears glinting in her eyes. "Nothing's wrong. It's…it's wonderful, in fact."

"Sara, what is it?" he asked, alarmed.

She leaned forward and took both his hands in her own. "Greg, I'm pregnant."

He stared at her in shock. "You're…what?" he sputtered, unable to believe it.

"I'm pregnant. Greg, we're pregnant."

Greg felt the smile slowly growing on his face as the words sunk in. "I'm gonna be a daddy?" he whispered, looking at Sara for conformation. She nodded, linking back tears of joy. "I'm gonna be a dad!" he shouted, jumping up and punching the air victoriously.

A sudden thought crossed his mind, and he sat down, suddenly somber. "Sara, what…what are the chances that the baby will…will have…"

She shook her head and cut him off, still smiling. "The baby won't have HIV, Greg. The only way it would have HIV is if I had it, but I don't."

Greg positively beamed before leaning in and kissing her. "You are the most beautiful woman on this planet," he whispered, serious again. "and if we're going to make this whole parenting thing work, I want to do it right."

"Greg, what--"

He got down on one knee. "Ok, so this is kinda anti-climactic, seeing as you're already wearing the ring, but Sara Sidle, will you marry me?" She stared at him in shock. "I promise I won't call off the engagement this time," he added hopefully.

"Greg, I thoughtwe couldn'tget married."

He didn't get up but he held her hand tightly. "Sara, we're going to be parents. This changes everything, but the one thing it doesn't change is my love for you." He took a deep breath. "Please. Be mine forever."

She kissed him deeply. "In that case, yes. I will marry you."

A/N: AH! Happiness! YAY! Next chapter will be the wedding! (Can't wait!) Please review!