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Part 3 of 4

Rewind

11:21 PM, an apartment, mildly chaotic in the inside apart from some obvious attempts to conquer the chaos by a second person, Las Vegas

"I'll leave now," Sara says, reaching for her jacket.

Greg looks up. "I'll follow in few minutes," he replies, jumping up and approaching her. "How long do you think can we keep this up?" he asks, wrapping his arms around her waist.

They have actually discussed their plan often enough. Okay, Sara has discussed the plan often enough, excessively often actually, considering that the whole thing started seriously only two days ago.

"I said I'll leave now," Sara remarks warningly. She grabs his arms and shoves them away from her.

Greg lets his arms hanging, looking at her, watching how she grabs her purse and her keys.

"A while," she finally answers his earlier question. "If you can behave."

She comes over to him again, pressing a short kiss on his lips, and he feels her smiling against him. She draws back an inch. "That was the last one for tonight," she reminds him.

"Yeah," Greg sighs. He does not like the plan. Not at all. But if Sara wants it this way…

She strides to the door. "See you." She opens it, glancing at him.

"You'd better not look at me like that at work," Greg remarks winking, when she steps outside and closes the door behind herself.

"… or I'll give up so quickly," he finishes, now only laughing to himself.

11:55 PM, crime lab, Las Vegas

Greg enters the building and walks along the hallway full of verve. He waves to Warrick and Nick and makes his way towards the locker room, approaching Sara on the way, without acknowledging her.

He has to stay strong. No signs of affection at work, Sara has said. They have to keep this to themselves.

He walks past her, looking straight ahead, without turning his head even slightly in her direction, apparently ignoring her completely. He would love to just take her in his arms and kiss her senselessly.

He's more worried about what Warrick and Nick would do, if he did just that in front of their eyes right in the hallway of the crime lab. Sara, however, is more worried what people like Ecklie, or Grissom for that matter, would do.

Sara shoots a short glance at Greg, before looking determinedly in the other direction.

This is hard. It was only half an hour ago that he has seen her the last time; hell, it was only half an hour ago that he has kissed her the last time, and still he can hardly compose himself.

Greg enters the locker room, leaning his back against the row of lockers, sighing. They've only been playing this 'not at work' game for like two minutes and he is already on the losing side.

3:14 AM still crime lab, Las Vegas

Sara crosses her arms. "What was that supposed to mean?" she asks Greg. While she has insisted on keeping their relationship to themselves and showing no sign of affection at work, she thinks that Greg's tactic of indifference is not a good idea at all. She did not say anything along the lines of 'no signs of acknowledging' as far as she remembers.

"Nothing," Greg answers quietly.

"Can't you behave normally?" Sara wants to know now. She can hardly refrain from laughing. "Wait, you can't. How could I expect that?" she adds mildly sarcastically, grinning at him.

Greg smiles and puts a hand on her waist, leaning in closer to her.

Knowing too well that anybody could enter the locker room now and catch them in an unambiguous situation, Sara warns him, "Stay away from me."

Greg ducks and leaves quickly the room.

Sara hears him talking to Warrick outside and wonders if Warrick has been eavesdropping. Thinking about what both of them said, she decides that there was nothing that would give their secret away.

She only hopes that Greg can behave and does not let anything slip. She somehow has the feeling that the whole thing will get very straining.

She walks out as well and meets Warrick outside. She shoots him a trademarked Sara Sidle glance, making him raise his hands.

"We're calm, aren't we?" he asks quickly, and Sara wonders if it is cold sweat that she smells there.

Sara frowns, shaking her head. "Of course we are."

She leaves Warrick standing in the hallway as she turns from him and walks away, muttering, "Guys."

And now she even has to search for one of this species. Where is Greg?

TBC