COLLIDE

A Sandle-Fic… I shall say no more… Characters are NOT mine and never will be…. Though Greg would have been a great birthday present…

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the stars refuse to shine

"No way, Brass!" Sara said stubbornly, folding one now set and plastered arm over the other.

Greg sighed. "I think we should consider this, Sara…"

She glared at him. "You consider it… Protective custody might as well be witness protection. I think not," she replied.

"Sara," Jim started. "You aren't safe here. Hank's already proven that. He walked up to your door and left a package there without the protective detail I left with you guys even noticing. He also managed to stick a pipe bomb in Greg's car that could have killed both of you." He reminded her, not that she needed to have him list it off to do so.

She sighed, "Greg and I would be sent to the same place, right?" she asked.

Brass nodded. "That's easy to arrange."

"Good," Greg agreed, taking Sara's uninjured hand.

Brass hesitated. "Did I mention it basically is witness protection? Apparently one of the people caught in the cars explosion was a federal agent. What he was doing here I don't know, but the Feds have taken interest." He explained.

"You failed to mention that little detail, Brass…" Sara growled.

Greg gulped; glad he wasn't in Brass's shoes. "Are we still in?" he asked her.

She nodded, "Yeah…"

"Good. You two need to go pack, the Feds'll be here in an hour," Brass told them and was out the front door of Greg's apartment before either could chew him out for the lack of warning.

"Agent Davis and Agent Thompson," a tall man in a black suit introduced himself and his partner, a man of short stature, who stood behind him.

Greg and Sara both nodded and introduced themselves. They had each packed what they felt was important and managed to fit it all in two medium sized suitcases.

Agent Thompson moved forward. "I see you've packed," he gestured toward their bags. Greg and Sara promptly nodded. He pulled out a file and set it on the coffee table in front of them.

"This is your back-story," Agent Davis said. "Your names will be Luke and Kasey Taylor, husband and wife. Luke," he turned to Greg. "You are a high school chemistry teacher."

Greg grinned. "Cool!"

"Dare I ask?" Sara replied, glancing at the file.

Agent Thompson located her name and bio on the paper. "Kasey, you are working the day-care center."

She cringed. "I'm not good with kids…" she informed them.

The agent shook his head. "Sorry, everything's already set up…" he said.

Greg spoke up, "Ugh… where are you sending us?"

"To a rather rural area of central Maryland. It's in Baltimore, Kingsville I believe." Agent Davis explained.

Sara nodded.

The two agents stood up, ready to go. "Let's move out."

Greg paused. "Give me one minute." He said and ran into his bedroom.

He returned a moment later with a ring on a silver chain. "This was my grandmother's. If we're supposed to be married I want you to have it," he smiled.

Sara grinned. "Thanks Greg… I mean Luke, " she corrected herself upon seeing the glances from the agents at hearing 'Greg'. "This means a lot."

"I just wish I were giving it to you under different circumstances…" he admitted.

The agents were getting impatient. "We're burning daylight…" one of them said as she quickly kissed him.

Okay… that idea came out of nowhere… The inspiration fairy strikes again Thank u for all the reviews, keep 'em coming…