Young, Married, and Undercover?

Raiting: It's safe for all you peeps out there! I think. Let me know if you guys feel different.

Summary: Greg, Sara, Gil, and Catherine go undercover as married couples in a town where couples have been suspected of kidnapping their own children. But when something in the case goes wrong, Greg realizes something very important.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or CSI. Ugh... if I use any songs, I don't own those either. :)

A/N: Well um... yes.Sorry for the wait. You readers are so loyal. I love you all. :) Yes, story's coming to an end. But don't worry... I will make you Greg/Sara fans happy... I hope, at the end:)

"Catherine?"

"Huh?"

"I can't... I can't do this anymore."

"What?"

"I'm hungry, I'm cold, I'm sure I've lost about 15 pounds, and I'm starting to think they'll never find-"

"They will find us." Catherine moved closer to where she thought Sara was when she grew quiet. "Sara?" Nothing. Catherine reached out and felt around. Sara was on the ground. "Sara!" She moaned and tried to sit up. When she did, she leaned over and threw up.

"We're going to die here, Catherine. You know it, I know it. Everyone does."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Now I know how Nick must have felt. But except he had bugs. We don't have that many bugs down here, do we?"

"Trust me. If we did, Gil would be down here in a heartbeat."

"Gil. Gil's... something. You should be lucky he loves you." Catherine looked down at her wedding ring and started to cry. Sara weakly sat up and brought her into a hug.

"You know... when we first took this assignment, I thought it would be fun. But If I had known we'd end up here..."

"I'm glad I took the assignment. If it wasn't for this whole undercover thing, I don't think Greg and I would have gotten together." Catherine wiped away her tears and sat up. Her stomach began to make strange noises and before she knew it, she leaned over and threw up too.

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"It's draft beer!"

"What?"

"On the keys! On Catherine's keys... I found draft beer!"

"Greg, honestly... how is that going to help-" Gil's face lit up and he stared at her keys.

"Catherine hates draft beer. She says it's not strong enough for her."

"Well now wait a minute. Sara was there, too. This information is useless!" Ecklie slammed down the papers on the table and stared at Greg.

"Sara doesn't drink!"

"Greg... they were at a CLUB. Why WOULDN'T beer get on her keys?"

"Well for one thing, I got the name of the club and here's something for you... they don't serve draft beer." Ecklie sighed and closed his eyes.

"Fine. Take it to Brass. But if you can't get a search warrant, that's not my problem." Gil and Greg both got up and practically ran to Brass's office.

"Brass! We need a warrant!"

"For what?"

"I... I don't know exactly, but take a look at this and tell me how far we can get..." Greg handed over the test results to Brass and waited nervously with Gil in his office.

"Guys... this doesn't prove anything."

"Catherine doesn't drink that! And Sara stopped drinking a few years ago! Yes! That proves someone else had Catherine's keys!" Greg almost screamed.

"Would Catherine really give up her keys to anyone but Sara?"

"No. Unless she was kidnapped." Greg pointed out. Brass stood there and looked down at the paper.

"Who was she with?"

"Vanessa and Monica. Those women that Ecklie interviewed."

"Alright. We'll pull up a search on them and if something comes up... we'll get a warrant for both of their credit card receipts. Okay?"

"Ok-" Gil was fine with that. At least they were getting closer to finding them. But Greg wasn't.

"You know damn well we can get a warrant for their houses with this!"

"Really? What would be looking for?"

"I don't know! Something that will lead us to Sara and Cath!"

"It's not enough. We just can't barge in and demand to see their credit cards because Catherine's keys have beer on them." Gil had never seen Brass like this. His voice was cold. He looked tired. He wasn't himself. No one was the same since Catherine and Sara went missing. Greg shook his head and stormed out of his office. Gil looked back at Brass and sighed. "I'll let you know if anything comes up."

"Thanks." He walked out of the office and into the hall. He looked around and stopped at Catherine's office. He walked up to it and rested his hand on the door knob. He slowly walked inside and almost cried at the sight. It was still the way she had left it before they left for the assignment.

Greg walked into the locker room and slammed the door behind him. He sat down at one of the benches and put his head in his hands. He knew he had enough to get a search warrant and he could be finding Sara at that very moment. He looked up and smiled at where he just happened to sit. In front of Sara's locker. He opened it. Pictures of her and the team were covering her door. Her jacket was hanging there. His attention drifted back to her pictures. He softly touched one and whispered. "I love you."

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"What's it like to be married to him?"

"It's the best thing in the world. Honestly."

"When I was little, I always used to dream of my wedding. This big, fancy, beautiful wedding. I had my dress picked out. The colors of my bridesmaid's dresses, the flowers, the food, the music... And I used to think of the house we'd buy after. We'd have kids... and a few pets. But that's not how it turned out. It turned out completely different. Sara Sidle, crime scene investigator. Who would've known..."

"Sara, just because you're a CSI doesn't mean you can't get married."

"It pretty much does. Look at how much I work. I barely have time for relationships. I'm surprised I haven't managed to ruin the one with Greg." She shook her head and let her hands drop to her ground. "What relationship? He probably thinks I'm dead."

"Sara stop. Greg loves you. He wouldn't give up on you."

"Well why haven't we been found?"

"I... I don't kno-" Catherine's eyes rolled the back of her head and she fell to the ground. Sara started shaking and her breathing increased.

"Cath?" She crawled over to where Catherine was sitting and felt around for her. "Catherine, wake up." Sara softly lifted Catherine's head and checked her pulse. She was still alive, but barely. "Cath, don't do this to me. Get up. Get up for Gil and Lindsey." The tears fell from her eyes.

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Gil slowly shut the door behind him and came face to face with Brass.

"Gil, I'm glad I found you."

"Did you find anything?"

"Both of them have a record. Their husband's, also. We've got a warrant for their credit card receipts... but nothing more."

"That's great! I'll go get Greg!" He ran through the halls and stopped when he saw Greg was in the locker room. He busted through the door and stopped. He was looking in Sara's locked, holding her pictures in his hands. "Greg? Brass got a warrant for their credit cards. We're on our way to go get them."

"That's not enough for me, Gil. It's not enough and you know it."

"Wh-"

"You know we can get more than a warrant for their credit cards."

"Greg. There's nothing more we can do. You heard Brass. It's not enough for court. So... let's just go with what we have."

"How much do you love Catherine?"

"A lot. No, too much."

"What would you do for her?"

"Anything." He sat there for a few seconds before nodding his head and getting up.

"Alright. Let's go."

A/N: Ahh. Yes. My long awaited updated chapter. And a little hint to all you readers... I SUCK AT COMING UP WITH REAL CASES AND EVIDENCE. Lmao. The whole beer on Catherine's key thing was my sister's idea. Thank you, Brandi. And um... yeah. That's pretty much it. Hope you guys liked it.