COLLIDE

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

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Greg helped her out of the car and up the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks as they approached her place. "Oh, no…"

The door to her apartment stood slightly ajar. From what he could see of the inside the place had been completely trashed. A tornado probably would have left less damage.

Sara, who had been a few feet behind him on the stairs, now stood beside him, any indication that she had recently been sedated for pain completely gone. "What happened?" she asked.

He gently kicked the door open, knowing he shouldn't have even done that much.

Clothes lay strewn about, an end table was flipped on its side, the glass of the coffee table had been shattered, and the cushions on the couch looked to have been thrown several feet away. "It looks like a bomb went off in here…"

Greg pulled out his cell phone and called Grissom, explaining the situation. Upon receiving orders not to go in, he pulled Sara down the hall a bit, sitting down, his back against the wall. "I'm sorry, Sara"

"For what? You're not the one who broke in," she said, leaning her head against his shoulder.

He sighed, "I know that, but no one should have to see that someone broke into their home."

She nodded, "I see your point." Placing a hand to her forehead again, she reached for the ice pack in Greg's hand.

"And the migraine returns," he smiled. She laid her head in his lap, his hand replacing hers on the ice pack as she drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, you two look comfy," a voice stirred Greg from a light sleep.

He yawned, rolling his neck until it gave a satisfying crack. "Huh?"

The voice laughed. "Wake up, man. You're sleeping outside our crime scene…"

As the owner of the voice came into focus Greg noticed it was Warrick and he looked like he had just won the lottery. 'Probably has… Knowing his and Nick's tendency of betting on friends' he thought.

"Be quiet, I'm going to attempt to not wake her up," Greg warned his friend.

Warrick nodded and watched Greg move Sara off of his lap so he could stand up. "How long has this been going on? Did me picking you two up this morning have anything to do with you two being together?" he launched into an assault of questions.

Greg rolled his eyes. "Not now, Rick. Not when I know someone broke into her apartment. I'm going to assume Grissom's not letting me on this case since I was the one to discover it, right?"

"Great job, Sherlock." Warrick nodded. "Why don't you take Sara back to your place. I'll know where to find you for your statements."

Greg nodded. "Thanks Warrick."

"No problem, man."

He watched as Greg gently shook Sara awake and helped her down the stairs forgetting his presence in the hallway. Once they were out of sight he walked into what appeared to have been, at one time, a fairy organized room, which was now absolute chaos.

Sara yawned, stretching as she woke. "Where am I?" she asked, not expecting an answer as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Warrick asked me to take you to my place so he could process your apartment." A warm comforting voice flowed from the other room.

She sat up, pulling the covers back and walking out to see Greg making coffee.

"Do they know anything yet?" she asked, taking the cup he offered.

He shook his head, "Not yet, Grissom put both of us on paid leave for the week though. I still haven't figured out why he let me go too…" he pondered for a moment before returning his attention to his coffee cup.

"Head feel any better?" he asked.

She nodded. "The wonders of modern medicine!" she smiled at him.

He laughed, "Good to hear!"

Just then Greg's cell phone started blaring some unidentifiable tune. (Manson) and he picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey man, it's Warrick. Ugh… Nick's busy bagging and tagging, I've spent the last hour and half lifting prints and we've finally got a suspect…"

Greg grinned, "Great! Who?"

Warrick hesitated. "Hank Pettigrew. We found a message on her answering machine. Do you want me to play it?"

After a moment Greg replied, recognizing the name as the guy who had cheated with Sara a few years back. "Should I put you on speaker?"

Warrick sighed. "Probably."

Greg did just that and he heard the beep from the answering machine. "Sara. I'm watching you. I know what you're doing. I know about him. You'll pay for it too." Hanks familiar voice rang through the room.

Sara collapsed into hysterics. Greg moved toward her after telling Warrick he'd call back later.

Wrapping his arms around her, he gently kissed the top of her head, her tears landing on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sara. I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"Greg," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "You haven't done anything wrong. If I had listened to everyone from the beginning including you, I never would have gone out with Hank. But no, I was too stubborn. And Hank cannot take the best thing in my life away. He can't take you away." She said, tears still coming down.

"Jeg elsker deg." He whispered.

She pulled away. "Say what?"

He laughed. "It means 'I love you'," he explained.

"Norwegian?" she asked, catching on.

He nodded. "Yup."

Sara kissed him. "I love you, too, Greg."

Okay…. Good place to stop… I think the translation is right… I'll update again soon! Review! And the song is still Howie Day's….