Come again?

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own any of it. I don't have even the pleasure of meeting anyone from or associated with the show.

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Caution because of 5th Season.

A/N: Server has been overloaded, or so it has been telling me for the last day. I had originally thought about ending this in two chapters, but since I have a couple fans ;) I'll keep going with it. I'll be starting a new one soon. Along the same lines, meaning pairing will pretty much be the same only some new twists and turns that is far too late to be put into this one. I am saying no more. I also want to apologize for not updating sooner, but I was unable to log on for several days.

Greg stirred and was hit with a monstrous headache. He opened his eyes and saw Sara asleep. She was still resting comfortably on his chest. He smiled. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"What?"

"Well, we've just started out and already you're sleeping with me."

She hit him playfully. He winced.

"Did that hurt?"

"No, it's my head." He replied.

She nodded understandingly and walked to the bathroom cabinet. She retrieved two Tylenol and headed to the kitchen for a nice cup of cold water. She went back into the living room where he was. She handed it to him. He downed them and looked at her with his thanks.

"I rescue you from intoxicating yourself and that's all I get." She looked at him.

He carefully swung around to where he was facing her. He pulled her to where she was standing between his legs. He brought her face down to his and kissed her lovingly.

"That better?' He asked.

"You need work."

She walked off to the bathroom to fix herself for work. He got up and looked around. She came in and looked at him.

"Searching for something?"

"Yea, my shirt."

She smiled.

"You puked on it and wiped your mouth with it. It's lying on the bathroom floor."

"You didn't pick it up?" He asked with a smug smile.

"I'd never touch that thing even with gloves on."

"Ouch."

They both smiled. He got up and went to his room. He threw on a shirt, raked his hand through his hair and was asking her if she was ready for work all within five minutes.

They left and went in to work as if they had only arrived circumstantially at the same time. They gathered their assignments. Greg was with Nick on a robbery. Catherine and Warrick were on a hit and run. Grissom and Sara were covering a body dump.

Greg looked over the forced entry. Nick went in to see the actually seen. No one had been killed in this. The store owner had been injured. Glass had been broken and the doorknob had been clicked open. Other than that, the only damage was to the cash register.

Catherine and Warrick were photographing tire treads and picking up broken shards of light covers.

Grissom and Sara were looking over the dumping area. She didn't want to be working with him. She'd rather be with Greg. She could talk to Greg. He would flirt with her and make her laugh. Grissom was always serious and never in tune with his feelings. Work was his passion. Sure her work was her passion, but she had come to a realization that she did indeed love Greg. It didn't happen over night. It was a slow process. He wasn't ugly or distasteful by any means. He had muscles. They weren't that predominant or anything, but they were there hidden behind his shirts.

Around midnight, everyone was back in the Crime Lab. They were all processing and looking over their respective evidences trying to solve their cases. Sara and Greg were particularly close. Grissom had noticed in the break room him pulling her chair out for her. He also noted how playfully she'd shove him occasionally. He shook it off and went to his office to look over the photos Sara had taken back at their crime scene.

Why would she like him? Why would she even consider him? What could she see in him? Why wasn't she interested still in him? Grissom snapped out of his thought. He knew the answers. He was unwilling to give her what she needed. How could I expect her to continue wanting me when he is obviously what she needs? He knew the answers to all his thoughts, yet he couldn't help feel like he had lost something great. He had said that he couldn't take what he had been offered. He knew it was over. He knew his chance was as good as gone. He would have to cope with it on his own time. Right now, his case needed his attention.