Author's Notes: Thanks to Emmithar for another wonderful night of helping me with this chapter. It's been a pain to write, but now that it's done, I can say that this is the LAST chapter of Betrayals. I'll make a sequel if you'd like...but I need to be begged with replies...there are a lot of loose ends to be tied up, and all will be cleared in the next story of this saga, entitled "Healing".

Chapter Five:

Greg cautiously opened his eyes, relieved to see that the room had stopped spinning since had he last gone to sleep. He raised his hand to his forehead, relieved to find cool skin greeting his touch. He could honestly say he felt a lot better than he had in awhile.

He turned to the coffee table, not too surprised to see Angelle had left him a cup of tea. Sniffing, he found she had even put peppermint in it as he had requested the previous night. Closing his eyes, he took a long sip, a smile on his lips.

As irritating as Angelle could be at times, she was still great to have around when you felt like being doted on. He finished his tea, enjoying the silence of the house. He loved having her around, but when she was gone, the silence was delightful. There was something about little Cajun girls, he had met enough of Angelle's friends to know it wasn't just her, that made them want to talk day in and day out.

He stood, stretching with a yawn as he walked towards the door. Deciding he was in desperate need of some quality television, he flopped onto the couch and mindlessly flipped through channels until stopping on a hard rock music station. Picking up a book from the end table, he began to flip through it, rolling his eyes when he realized it was one of Angelle's.

He only made it through the first few pages when he realized what he was reading...it was one of her cookbooks from back home. Making a face, he began to flip through recipes to cook any wild game, from squirrel to snake, and in an instant, made the decision to never eat a meaty meal that Angelle prepared.

He was about to dig for something else to read when there was a quiet knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, he was surprised to see Catherine's nervous face on the other side.

He swung open the door, motioning for her to come in, "Long time, no see."

"I've been trying to call, are you avoiding me?" Catherine asked, friendly enough to pass off as teasing, but with a serious edge to show him that she meant business.

Greg shrugged, "Angelle stepped out, she must have taken the cell."

"That's nice of her." Catherine muttered, "You're looking well."

"I'm feeling a lot better." Greg replied, motioning for her to take a seat, "I was assuming this is a social call, but you look so serious that I'm reconsidering."

Catherine leaned back in her chair, so she could accurately gauge Greg's reaction, "I'm here about Angelle."

--

Taking another sip of the icy water, Sara glanced around the café, doing her best to try and make everything out. Angelle was due any minute now, if in fact she had kept up to the agreement. Or maybe she had conveniently forgotten.

Sara huffed, bringing the glass back up to her lips. Her throat was so dry, mostly due to the nervousness that she was beginning to feel. She was starting to regret this decision, despite how important it had been. After all, the last thing in the world she wanted right now was to befriend Angelle. If anything, she wanted the woman to die some slow, painful death, and rot away unseen down somewhere in the sewers. And that was putting it lightly.

Still she had to at least try; It would take Catherine a good portion of her wits to convince Greg that they were telling him the truth. Angelle, whether Sara liked it or not, had become a part of Greg's life, and it was clear that he trusted her fully. Sara hated knowing that Greg was being led blind, but what made her feel even worse was the fact there was very little she could do.

Sara glanced up as Angelle slid into the seat across from her, a slight frown crossing her face. "I wasn't sure if you were going to come," Sara remarked.

"Don't try to reprimand me," Angelle returned, "What do you want?"

"I want to get to know you better, learn a little about your past with Greg. When I talked to him the other day he seemed a little upset that we didn't talk very much anymore," Sara nodded to her, being careful not to mention the fact that she had tried numerous times to contact the man. She wanted Angelle to feel as though she was steering the conversation, at least for now.

"There's really nothing much to tell," Angelle shrugged, "Greg and I met, we became close friends. He was pretty upset about everything that happened back here. How all of you blamed him for things he couldn't even control."

"Not all of us," Sara commented sternly, "We all know what happened was an accident, just a few of us got a little worked up over it. Greg left before we could explain anything. We all miss him, and we're happy that he's home."

"Vegas isn't his home," Angelle cut in, "It might be where he lived, but that's not his home. You see, a home is where you have friends, people that won't hurt you."

"Greg has friends here," Sara cut her off, trying to keep her anger under control. This wasn't exactly going as planned, "We all care about him, why do you think I convinced him to come back? Because we hated him?"

"Oh I don't know, to mock him maybe. You enjoy toying with his emotions. He's told me enough to know better. How you didn't want to be with him, you keep leading him on with false hopes."

"That's not true," Sara shook her head, bewildered that she would even say that. Surely Greg wouldn't have. There was no way he could honestly believe that was what happened. And even if he had, would he confide in a complete stranger? That may have been what Angelle started out as, but obviously she wasn't anymore.

Angelle raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of the cold glass of water the waitress had just placed in front of her, "Are you so sure about that? Greg certainly believes it's true."

"I don't believe you." Sara replied uncertainly, "You're the one who's keeping him from his friends when he needs them the most."

"Greg needs stability." Angelle replied, "Something I can give to him, and you obviously can not. You guys mistreat him and constantly push him away, I can offer him so much more."

"What do you think you can offer him that I can't?" Sara snapped, all self restraint evaporating as she realized just how much she hated this woman.

Angelle leaned back, smirking slightly, "He told me how you were embarrassed to be seen with him in public, how you were ashamed to tell anyone you were together. He told me everything, Sara, and I'm willing to give him all of that and more."

"I wasn't ashamed of him, and there's no way he said that--"

"But he did." Angelle said firmly, leaning forward, "He told me everything that happened. I know about you, I know about Catherine, I know about Nick, and I know about Warrick. I know everything. It took a lot of hard work to get him to open up to me, to trust me, and I'm not going to allow you to take that away."

Sara shook her head vehemently, "You can't chose who his friends are, no matter how hard you try." Inside, her blood was boiling as she realized that Greg had disclosed all of this information to a woman he barely knew, when he wouldn't even begin to share the details with her. With trembling hands, she forced herself to push aside her anger towards Greg and focus on her hatred of this horrible witch. Taking a sip of her water, she spat out, "You can't block his calls forever, you can't make him forget about us, and you can't make him move halfway across the country if we convince him to stay here."

"You're making one small miscalculation," Angelle said lethally, "Under normal circumstances, you are absolutely right, but these are not normal circumstances."

Raising an eyebrow, Sara took the bait, "And why is that?"

"Because when you are carrying a man's child, he will go to great lengths to keep his family together."

--

"You're insane!" Greg exclaimed, "There's no way that Angelle is a murderer."

Catherine leaned forward, speaking softly, "Greg, look at the evidence. Angelle's last three relationships have ended in the coroner's office. She's been brought in for questioning and arrested in all instances, only to get off on technicalities."

"The charges were dismissed, she was innocent." Greg replied, crossing his arms angrily, "Catherine, if she murdered her lovers, she'd be in jail right now."

"You know as well as I do that sometimes guilty people are let free." Catherine insisted, "Greg, just consider it, okay?"

"I don't know what you're playing at, Catherine, but I expected you to behave a little more maturely than this. Angelle has a good heart, and she's gone through some rough times in her life. It would break her heart if she knew these horrible things you were saying behind her back."

With a heavy sigh, Greg stood and motioned towards the doorway, "I'm feeling a little tired, I think you should leave."

"Promise me you'll be careful." Catherine pleaded quietly, "I'm being serious."

Greg nodded, opening the door, "I'll be careful, but I still believe you're way off base here."

She walked out, and Greg closed the door behind her, shaking his head in disbelief. Angelle? A murderer? It would be a cold day in hell when such a caring person could commit such a hateful crime.

--

Sara stormed into her apartment, throwing her keys onto the counter with such force that she knocked over a stack of mail that had been piling up for the past week.

She couldn't believe it, that little twit was pregnant with Greg's child. She wasn't sure who she was more upset with, Angelle for somehow tricking Greg into getting her pregnant, or Greg for sleeping with that evil demon spawn.

Tears threatened to spill from her blurry eyes, but she bit them back, refusing to give in. If Greg could move on with such low life trash, then she could definitely move on without feeling the slightest bit of remorse. She had been holding back for months now, waiting for Greg to somehow come back into her life so they could pick up their relationship where they had left off. She had ignored everyone's warnings that things like that just didn't happen. She had remained miserable while he started a new life and made new friends. And now, it was time to regain control of her life.

Picking up the phone, she dialed a familiar number, her heart beating wildly as it began to ring.

"Hello?" came a sleepy voice over the line.

"Oh, did I wake you? I'm sorry." Sara apologized quietly, "I can call back..."

"No, don't worry about it. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine...there's something I need to ask you." Sara paused, her heart beating madly with trepidation, "Nick? Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

The line was silent, and Sara held her breath tightly with anticipation.

"I...I'd love to."

With a smile, Sara hung up the phone, adrenaline rushing through her veins. She was finally moving on.

The End.