COLLIDE

A Sandle-Fic… I shall say no more… Characters are NOT mine and never will be…. Some nice fluffy stuff here…

Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide

After Greg's surprising proposal they had returned to the house, Christmas puppy in Sara's arms. Since neither of them could really invite anyone over due to their current status in the federal government they had settled on making a far less complicated meal at home, together.

Sara had agreed to let Greg blast his new Manson CD if they could occasionally switch to a nice, relaxing Christmas CD to rival the loud, rather morbid, rock that Greg tended to favor.

As of now, Sara and Greg were sitting on the floor playing with Dakota. Apparently the little puppy had lots of energy to spare. Greg laughed as the puppy ran back to him with the small tug toy in his mouth, ears looking about five sizes to big for his little head.

Sara grinned as Dakota dropped a slobbery toy in Greg's hand. "You would think he'd get bored with running back and forth," he commented as she leaned against his shoulder.

"Apparently his attention span is just about as long as yours," she teased as the puppy wandered off to sniff at the open gifts on the sofa.

He stuck his tongue out at her.

She laughed, grabbing it. "You realize how stupid that looks right?" she laughed, kissing him after releasing his captive tongue.

"But it's fun…" he pouted, returning the kiss a moment later.

The timer on the oven signaled that there food was done. Sara reluctantly got up and removed one vegetarian friendly meal from the oven (I have no idea what this mystery food item would be so… whatever you want) and set it on the table.

Greg appeared a moment later, Dakota on his heels.

"Food! Glorious food!" he smiled, apparently just realizing neither of us had eaten anything all day.

After finishing their improvised Christmas dinner, Greg and Sara settled on the sofa to watch a movie, Dakota sleeping on a spare comforter for their bed, now apparently rather exhausted.

"Greg," Sara said as the credits for the movie rolled. He turned to face her. She was about to say something when the phone rang. "Damn…" she growled picking up the cordless that sat on the coffee table a few feet away. "Hello?"

A chorus of; "Hey, Guys!" rang in her ears.

"Is this who I think it is?" she said grinning.

It sounded as if people where arguing over the phone before someone finally won. "How are things going… where ever you two are?" Nick Texan accent was defined from the rest muttering in the background.

Sara quickly put the phone on speaker. "Great! Merry Christmas by the way!" she replied, and noticing Greg's confused face added. "How's everything back at the lab?"

He nodded in understanding.

Apparently someone had thought of speaker phone on their end as well. "Interesting as always and incredibly busy without you two here…" they recognized Warrick's voice next. "What did you guys do for Christmas?"

"Long story…" Sara stated. "Ending with Greg proposing."

Shouts of 'Congratulations' could be heard and Sara could've sworn she heard Nick and Warrick talking about a bet of some kind. Catherine's voice was the next to be heard distinctly. "How'd he do it?" she asked.

"It involved a Christmas tree, several yards of string and a puppy." She said, earning a laugh from Greg.

Nick apparently regained control over the phone. "Ugh… we have to go now… annoying Feds only gave us five minutes. We've got a lead on Hank so hopefully you'll be able to come home soon. MERRY CHRISTMAS!" the last part had been shouted by everyone.

"Merry Christmas!" Greg and Sara shouted back, before the other line clicked off.

Greg stared at the phone. "Well," he said. "That was rather unexpected…"

Sara nodded her agreement. "I'll say. I bet they had to threaten the Feds with bodily harm to get that phone-call…"

He laughed at her comment. "Probably." He found himself intrigued by her smile, apparently she'd been missing them as much as he had been, not that this little vacation wasn't fun. "What were you gonna say when the phone rang?" he asked, recalling the last few minutes.

"I wasn't gonna say anything." She replied, leaning over to kiss him.

His hands rested on her hips as he pulled her into his embrace. "Oh," he replied, returning her kiss. He briefly recalled their make-out session on the couch the previous night and wondered if she was thinking the same as himself.

"Greg…" she said, breaking the kiss for a moment.

He looked into her eyes and knew that this was what she wanted and he had every intention of giving it to her. He gently lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs, much like he planned to do again on their wedding night in the, hopefully, very near future.

Ahh… the fluffiness. Greg and Sara sitting in a tree… K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love then comes marriage… and man this song is out of order here… Anyway, I'll update again soon. Reviews much appreciated.