Author's Note: Quite a short chapter this one folks, I'm sorry. Still, this one has more Greg-Sara interaction, which was somewhat lacking in the last chapter, and which I'm hoping was the reason why it got no reviews.:p Anyway, that last chapter was important for plot development purposes, so tough.

Ho hum; please read and review this one and make me happy. Hopefully the follow-up shouldn't be too long coming.

'So what have we got?' asked Sara, tapping her hands on the steering wheel as they drove back to the lab. 'A seriously depressed guy who fell down the stairs after he was already dead. A wife who admits to throwing him down those stairs to cover up an apparent suicide…'

'And an ex-con who travels from Chicago to Vegas just to eat a bag of chips,' added Greg.

Sara glanced from the road to the man sitting beside her. 'You're obsessed with this guy, aren't you?'

'What? No.' He twisted in his seat. 'It's just weird, don't you think? It seems like too much to be just coincidence. I'd bet my ass he's involved somewhere along the line.'

'Careful with that ass of yours,' teased Sara. 'It'd be a shame if you lost it.'

'Oh?' replied Greg archly. His lips turning into his trademark lopsided grin, he decided to press his advantage. 'You think a lot about my ass, do you?'

Sara smirked. 'In your dreams, Greggo.'

Greg leaned back and sighed. 'You have no idea…' he murmured, before throwing Sara a good-natured wink. 'Don't worry; I'm only kidding. Well, mostly...'

Sara gripped harder on the steering wheel. Come on, woman, she thought. Keep your mind on the case, not on the man. Well, not that man… She threw a quick glance to her right; Greg was fumbling in the glove box, mumbling something about how she just had to hear this track or she'd never lived.

When did it happen? When did she go from seeing him as faintly irritating to finding him incredibly attractive? We're not even the same sort of people, she reasoned. Are we? She sighed and stared at the traffic in front of her. Sometimes it's not that simple. Sometimes appearances can be deceiving. Not that Greg's appearance was unpleasant, by any means; after all, she had got to inspect the goods before buying, as it were, that time in the decontamination shower. It just wasn't the sort of appearance that she usually went for…

'Hello? Is there anybody home?'

For a moment Sara just stared straight ahead, feeling strangely disoriented. 'Huh?'

Greg shook his head. 'Have you been listening to anything I've just said?'

'What? Yeah,' replied Sara quickly, 'I mean, no. I was thinking…'

Greg narrowed his eyes. 'About what?'

'Nothing,' she muttered, defensive. 'Look, I'm driving, remember? I've got to concentrate, unless you want Grissom to be scraping that pretty ass of yours off the road in the near future and putting it in a bindle.'

'Haha!' laughed Greg, clapping a hand to his forehead and miming a comedy swoon. 'Pretty now? She loves me…'

Sara felt a sudden flush of shame, and decided to conceal it in her usual manner, that of hostility. 'Shut up, Greg. Can't you just be serious, for once in your life?'

Feeling chided, Greg straightened himself in his chair before replying 'actually, I was being serious just a moment ago, but obviously you didn't hear, because you were away with the fairies…'

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. Looking at Sara, he could see her brow furrowing and her lips pursing in just that way that usually told him to get out of the way, fast. Unfortunately, sitting next to her as he was, strapped into the Tahoe, he realized that his only option was to apologise. However, just as he started to stutter his words of contrition, he heard Sara doing the same.

'Look Sara, I'm sorr…'

'Shit, Greg, I didn't mean to be like that…'

Coming to a halt at an intersection, they looked across at one another and smiled.

Greg whistled. 'Man, we are dumb sometimes, huh?'

Sara nodded in agreement. 'Have you taken a break yet this shift?' she asked.

'Nope. You?'

'Me neither. What do you say to calling Grissom and telling him we're going to grab some dinner?'

Greg grinned back at his partner, and pulled out his cell phone. 'Sounds like a plan.'