COLLIDE

A Sandle-Fic… I shall say no more… Characters are NOT mine and never will be….

I'm open, you're closed

Where I follow, you'll go

"Wow…" Greg said as they pulled apart.

Sara nodded, "You can say that again."

"Wow…" he replied, smiling, promptly receiving a punch in the arm.

They glanced out the window. The ringing of Sara's cell phone interrupting the silence as they stared at the falling rain.

"Sidle" she said into the receiver. "No, I'm not at the lab, Grissom, my car broke down, Greg took me home." She explained after her supervisor asked for her current location. "No, Greg isn't picking me up. He's been stuck here. His car died too. Okay, Thanks. Bye"

Greg moved so he was facing her on the couch. "What did he want?"

"To know where I was since my car is still there. He said Warrick would pick us up on the way to the scene, so you might wanna lose the Spongebob pajamas now…" she teased, tossing him his duffel bag.

He stuck his tongue out at her. "You love my Spongebob pajama's…" he retorted.

She laughed. "I dare you to keep those on until Warrick gets here…"

"Not a chance. Warrick would so misinterpret that…" Greg reminded her, "Especially since you aren't dressed yet either."

With that she wandered back into her room to change as Greg pulled on a t-shirt and jeans.

"Much better," Sara noted, noticing he was now in normal clothes. She flipped on the television, Juliet rubbing against their ankles.

Greg turned to face her, "You want to go to dinner with me tomorrow night, which would again, technically be 'breakfast'?" he asked.

She nodded, "Assuming one of our cars works tonight, sure," she smiled.

He leaned over and kissed her again, just as the doorbell rang. "Hey, Rick" they greeted him, Greg grabbing his bag off the couch before following Sara out the door.

Warrick eyed the bag. "Were you planning this?" he asked Greg.

"No," Greg said. "I keep it in case of emergencies, came in handy, didn't it?"

He rolled his eyes, "Sure, Greggo…" he said climbing into the drivers seat, Sara moving to the passengers side and, Greg to the back seat.

"So what have we got?" Warrick asked as they pulled up to the scene, Brass approaching them.

The older man sighed, "B & E gone wrong, we've got two bodies. One's a kid. David's waiting."

"Hey, guys" the assistant coroner greeted them, solemn expression telling them no good news was to come from the conversation. "Body temp for both vics is 90 degrees. They've been dead little over four hours. The older vic has an apparent gun shot wound to the temporal bone. The little girl: blunt force trauma. Probably didn't want to waste a bullet…" he explained as Warrick snapped several photos so they could get the bodies out.

Sara noticed Greg looked rather upset, like he had with the boy in the storage bin. "You okay?" she asked, a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, "I will be."

"You want inside or out?" Warrick asked, walking up behind them.

Sara sighed, "We'll take inside."

Warrick nodded and headed outside.

After several hours of processing they finally headed back to the lab, Greg heading off to DNA, Sara to Doc Robbins and Warrick over to Ballistics.

Once they had gathered their information they met back up to relate it to one another. "Apparently the gun has been used in three other B&E's this month." Warrick contributed.

"Our guy isn't in CODIS, or any other database. Blood is our vic's though. I did get a hit off that. An Amber McAvoy, college graduate, and her daughter McKenzie, 2nd grade." Greg explained, they then turned to Sara.

"You guys took my answers. I'll go see if Brass has anything," she said and headed off, leaving Greg and Warrick to look over the coroners reports.

"Well?" Greg asked, spotting Sara sitting in the break room making coffee.

She sighed, "Brass has nothing. We've hit a road block." She leaned back in the chair.

Greg stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "We'll get somewhere," he said, gently massaging her shoulders.

"You have no idea how good that feels" she said, she said, leaning her head back and looking up at him.

He smiled, "You looked like you could use it."

She nodded. "Shifts over in an hour, still up for dinner?" she aske,d knowing this case was going nowhere, fast.

"Yeah," he smiled, "Can't wait." Greg then headed off to check on more lab results, as Sara flipped through the files from the other cases their murder weapon had been used in.

That's chapter three…. Let me know what you think! I don't own the quote at the beginning either…that's Howie Days Now…. Go press that little purple button. REVIEW!