1COLLIDE
A Sandle-Fic… I shall say no more… Characters are NOT mine and never will be…. Again, sorry for the lack of updating, I had to bribe my brother to let me post this, I got in trouble for staying up all night typing… my parents took away my Word programs...Hopefully I'll get those back soon… And I'm outta lyrics to use So I'm just gonna use the same verse over and over till this is finished, which wont be for a few more chapters.
You finally find
You and I collide
"Ouch," Sara heard Greg yelp from beside her.
She abruptly sat up. "What? What's wrong?"
He pulled her back down. "Romeo was slightly offended when I moved my feet and decided to tell me so."
She bit her lip to keep from laughing, it failed. "It's gonna suck getting back on our work schedule…" she noted, relaxing into his arms.
"Oh yes, the downside of working day-shift for three months."
"Definitely." She replied, Dakota jumping onto the bed and curling up in front of her. "Do we have to get up?" she said, her head falling back into her pillow.
The shrill ringing of the phone interrupted Greg's reply, Sara reaching over and picking up. "Hello?"
A moment later she hung up, rolling over to face Greg. "You got any lemons?" she asked.
"No…" he shook his head confused, "We have no food. Don't tell me you're already getting odd cravings?"
She laughed. "Ugh, no. Grissom recommended picking up some lemons on the way in tonight. Advanced decomp scene."
He cringed. "Perfect. First night back and they throw us another liquid man."
"Whatever happened to your 'A real man wouldn't mind' stuff?" she teased, gently smacking his arm.
Greg smiled. "Right, point well taken. I'll just shut up on that subject now."
"Wise man."
"Oh, shut it." He teased, laughing. "You know, our baby is gonna be immune to the smell of a decomp by the time he or she graduates high school. Seriously, if you or I ever come home smelling like a ripe corpse, they'll be like 'Oh, there's lemons in the fridge!'," Greg pointed out this fact.
Sara laughed, Greg's hand resting on her stomach. "We'd better get going soon. The faster we get there the faster we can get rid of the smell."
He nodded, climbing out of the bed and going to dig through his still packed bags in search of something to wear.
I know... that was rather short and somewhat pointless. But I had like no time to type this and I wanted a fluffy chapter. I'll update what I can, when I can, Note to self: Don't get caught staying up all night…
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