COLLIDE

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

I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

"Greg, are you okay?" Sara asked, reaching for his hand across the table at the small restaurant he'd suggested.

He jumped. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

Sara raised an eyebrow.

"Okay… I'm not fine. I just can't get my head off of that case. I can't understand why someone would kill a defenseless little kid." He admitted.

Sara nodded, understanding that much as she'd had her fair share of emotionally involved cases. "I don't either, Greg, but it happens, it happens everyday and there is nothing we can do to stop it. All we can do is try to give the victims justice."

"I know that," he sighed. "But it still doesn't change the fact that they're dead. They'll never get to grow up, have a life: none of it…"

Sara moved so she sat next to Greg, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace.

"How do you get past it? How are you supposed to move on?" he asked, his head locked in the crook of her neck.

She shrugged, locking her eyes with his own. "I go home, hug Romeo and Juliet, I think about you and then go to sleep and come in the next day to do it all again…"

He smiled, "You lost me at 'think about you'"

"Well, ummm…." Sara tried and failed at coming up with a justifiable excuse.

Greg grinned at her, "Come on, lets go for a walk."

She smiled back at him, taking his hand as he paid for their food.

Sara was leaned against him as they walked, one of his arms draped over her shoulder, the other hand intertwined with her own.

"I'm glad you're car broke down last night," she smiled at him.

He returned her grin, "Me too," Greg then pulled her in for a kiss.

A moment later they pulled apart, deprived of oxygen. "If we keep that up, we'll never get back to the lab," she teased him.

Greg laughed, "I don't think I'd mind much," he replied, his grin spreading.

Sara stuck her tongue out at him. "Nyah!"

He laughed again, rolling his eyes. "You know," he started. "I find it interesting that everyone calls ME the immature one when you are the one acting like a five year old…" he commented.

She scowled at him, playfully punching him in the arm. "Yeah, well…" her defense was cut off as she put a hand to her head, flinching in agonizing pain.

"What's wrong Sar?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

She sat down on the bench a few feet away. "My head is killing me," she whispered.

Greg pulled her next to him, asking her to lay down. She agreed, resting her head in his lap. "Any better?" he asked, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Sara shook her head. "Not at all…"

Greg was now extremely worried. "Okay, ugh… do you want me to call Grissom and tell him I'm taking you home?"

She didn't answer him.

"Sara!" he yelled, shaking her lightly. "Come on, Sar! Wake up!" his panic was spreading as he continued to shake her. He looked up, feeling a cold drop on his shoulder. "Oh, great… Rain," he grumbled as the rain began pouring.

He maneuvered her into his arms and carried her to his car, setting her in the passenger's seat. After calling Grissom and telling him they wouldn't be returning since Sara wasn't feeling well, he pulled away, contemplating whether to take her to the hospital.

His concern defeated his logical mind as he pulled up to the Desert Palms emergency room.

Twenty minutes later he was not-so-patiently waiting for an update on her. "Sidle?" the doctor asked, emerging from the hallway. Greg stood up immediately.

"Is she okay?" he asked, worried.

The doctor nodded. "Your friend had a migraine attack, a rather severe one. She is awake now and can leave if released into someone's custody for the night." The woman explained.

Greg nodded. "I'll do that. Does she have medicine or anything?"

"I've already given her the prescription," the doctor nodded.

"Thanks"

Sara had fallen asleep on the way back to her apartment. Greg hated having to wake her, but four flights of stairs was a bit much.

"Hey," he poked her gently in the arm, staying quiet. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

She yawned, looking around. Greg helped her out of the car and up the stairs. Stopping dead in his tracks as they approached her place. "Oh, no…"

I think I'll stop right there… Well, time for bed now… Nite all! I'll update again soon. Probably tomorrow seeing as I'll be bored to death…Again…the song is Howie Day's… REVIEW!