(A/N: Thanks for all the awesome Reviews! I Love you all sosososo much! Ok this chapter had absolutly no GSR, but this is a Grissom/Sara Story even though this chapter is Sara/Greg, so don't kill me!)

Chapter: 7

Sara smiled brightly as Greg handed her a glass of champagne.

"Why thank you Greg." She said as she took a long drink. It had been one of her many alcoholic beverages that she had that evening. Greg smiled back, then took a long drink of his own.

They had already had dinner and now were waiting for the Mayer to give his speech so they would be able to leave.

They were standing in the back corner of the large room, watching others dance and laughing at nothing.

"So Sara, did you have an awful time like you thought you would?" Greg said as he leaned against the wall facing her.

Sara tried not to smile as she said, "Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." At the end of the sentence she was smiling.

Greg gave her a big smile then took another drink from his glass.

"Excuse me," A man said from behind Sara. She turned to see a man about the same height as Greg, except with blond hair and bright green eyes staring at her.

"Yes?" Sara questioned.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, Sara stepped closer to Greg, hoping to show the man that she was with him.

"No, thank you." She said, when he continued standing there. Sara turned around to Greg, thinking that the man would leave.

A firm hand on her arm convinced her otherwise. "Come on it's just one dance."

Greg was at her side, pulling the man's arm off her as he said, "Pal, she said that she wasn't interested." Sara watched as both men looked at each other like they would start fighting.

"Come on Greg," She said as she put her hand in Greg's and dragged him to the small dance floor, "Let's dance." She felt Greg resist for a second, then follower her out.

Once on the dance floor, Greg pulled Sara to him as they swayed to the soft music. Sara looped her arms around his neck and felt his warm hands on her skin on the small of her back where the 'v' ended. Sara tried to relax but she felt as if she was betraying Grissom.

She shook her head lightly. Sara figured that she had made herself fall in love with Grissom and now, dancing with another man made her feel unfaithful. It's not like Grissom and her were even dating, or anything of the sort. The other day he had admitted that she wasn't worth it.

Sara took a deep breath and rested her head against Greg's cheek, and in return she felt his arms tighten around her. She wondered why Greg liked her so much. She was obviously not really worth that much if Grissom couldn't even have a simple dinner with her because 'doesn't know what to do about this.'

Sara remembered when she first moved to Vegas she was happier. Why did she change? She remembered all the cases that she and Grissom had worked together from when he had told her that she was beautiful till when he ignored her completely. Her moods depended on how Grissom had treated her. But what would happen when he left? Or ended up dating someone else? She's just setting herself up for heart ach.

Sara gave another little sigh, enjoying the feeling of warmth coming off of Greg. Slowly she pulled her face away from Greg to look in his eyes. He looked at her worriedly, wondering if he had crossed the line. Sara gave him a soft smile as Greg's hand caressed the small of her back where the 'v' was. They started leaning towards each other, Sara feeling guiltier and guiltier as their lips got closer, only to be interrupted by the speakers booming the Mayer's voice.

Neither Sara or Greg paid any attention to it, other than drawing apart.

"Do you want to go now?" Greg asked, his thumbs making circles on the small of her back.

"Yeah. Let's go." Sara said.

Hesitantly, they let go of each other and started back to the table they sat at which Sara's purse sat on. They hurried out of the hotel that was located off the Strip, and Greg reached for his car keys.

"Greg, we've both had drinks." Sara said.

Greg looked sheepishly down at the keys. "I'll call a cab then."

Sara shook her head and grabbed both of Greg's hands and started dragging him toward the sidewalk.

"I don't live that far from here. When we get to my place you can call cab."

Greg didn't put up a fight, he shoved the car keys in his pocket, and still holding Sara's hand they made their way to her apartment.

They passed the first block in silence before Sara burst out laughing.

"You'd think that we'd both be talkative."

Greg was about to reply when a red mustang pulled over by the couple.

"Can I offer you a ride home, Sara?"

Sara looked at Greg curiously. She didn't recognize the voice. She cautiously approached the car with Greg's hand still in her own.

It was the same blond green-eyed man from the hotel.

"No thanks." She said coldly then pulled Greg back to the center of the sidewalk and continued walking with him.

The mustang followed slowly behind then man still offering her a ride, trying to persuade her to change her mind.

After another block Greg stopped and turned to the car.

"Man, she said no more that enough times. She's not interested!"

The car abruptly stopped and the man jumped out.

"And she's not interested in me…why because she is in you?"

Sara suddenly felt that this wasn't going to end nicely.

"Come on, Greg." She said pulling his arm.

"No, I want to talk to this guy." Greg said, pulling his arm from her grasp. When he was free he walked over to the other man who immediately took a swing at Greg.

Sara gasped as his fist connected with nose. Of coarse when she was young she always wanted two men to fight over her, but not when she didn't even know one of them.

She marched over to the man and kicked him as hard as she could in the groin. He quickly covered himself and almost fell over in pain. Sara grabbed Greg's arm and started running.

Another block down they slowed to a stop, Sara quickly turning to Greg, cradling his face between her two hands.

"You alright?" She said trying not to notice the pain that Catherine's heels were causing her feet.

"Yeah, I'm great." He said as he broke into a smile. Sara then too started to laugh as she stumbled to the small alley that was between two brick buildings, Greg following close behind her.

Sara steadied herself against the building as she slipped her shoes off. When they were off her feet she looked at Greg who was standing in front of her watching her every movement. She gave him a smile as she grabbed his hand and pulled his body against hers, pinning herself between Greg and the wall.

A wide smile came over his face as he leaned down to kiss her, Sara willingly obligated. The small kiss suddenly turned into a very passionate make out session. Greg moved his lips from Sara's and started kissing down her neck as his other hand touched the skin on her back. Sara leaned her head back, eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations that Greg was making with his mouth. Sara's arms played with his hair as she opened her eyes.

"Shit." She said and she gasped for breath. Greg pulled back suddenly, wondering if Sara had changed her mind.

"What?" He asked huskily.

"I think we're going to need to call Grissom." Sara said.

Greg looked at her confused, then followed her eyes to the dumpster where a women's bloody body was leaning against.

TBC

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