A/N: The prompt for this was 'Here I Am Tonight'. I didn't use that phrase, but was definately inspired by it. This is set after 'Too Tough To Die'.

Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine. But the things I would do if I owned Greg Sanders... :D

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Greg spotted Sara leaving Grissom's office, her head lowered. He approached her and began to walk by her side. "Hey."

Sara had been lost in her own world and his voice took her by surprise. Her head snapped up. "Oh, hey."

"You wanna go get a cup of coffee? You look like you could use one."

She smiled, just barely. "That sounds good."

They sat across from each other at a booth for two. After they had both received beverages, Greg waited a moment before breaking the silence. "Don't you think you were a little too hard on him?" He asked softly.

Sara, not wanting to discuss the issue, feigned innocence. "On who?"

Greg scoffed. "You know who, Sara."

She continued to stare into her cup. He kept speaking, not at all deterred by her silence.

"Wasn't that a bit harsh?"

Sara merely shrugged. "I didn't think so."

Greg's eyes widened. "You told the man that he didn't have any feelings."

"It's true, isn't it?"

He shook his head. "He's just doing his job."

At this, Sara raised her head and met his gaze. "You can't be saying what I think you're saying. I don't want to be like that, Greg."

Greg sighed. "I know I'm not a CSI, but I've been around them for awhile. You all have your special cases."

"He doesn't."

"You might be surprised."

"So what's his trigger?"

"Trigger?"

"Yeah. Violence against women sets me off. What does that to Grissom?"

Greg looked down at his drink for a moment, thinking back. "Children." He told her softly. "He hates it when kids are involved."

Sara nodded. "Don't we all."

A sort of comfortable silence settled over the two.

Breaking the stillness once more, Sara spoke. "What's yours?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's your trigger?"

Greg tried to fend off the question. "I'm not a CSI."

"So what?"

"So… This doesn't apply to me."

"Yes, it does." She persisted. "What's your trigger?"

He focused his eyes on his lap. "Teenagers."

Sara cocked her head to the side slightly. "Why?"

Greg sighed. "They're usually killed by their peers. It's just… a reminder, you know? A reminder of how much things are changing. For the worse. This is our future generation, and they're so full of violence and hate and anger… It's just sad." Realizing how much he'd said, Greg proceeded to shut himself up with a large sip of coffee. He shifted the conversation over. "What about you? Why women?"

She rested her elbow on the table and her chin in her palm. "I guess I never really thought about it. But I guess it's because they're taken advantage of. It's usually the man who does these horrific things to them, just for control. Just to boost their own ego." Sara lowered her gaze as well as her voice. "Maybe that's why I can't trust people."

"Not all guys are like that, Sara. There are some good ones out there. You just have to find them."

Sara scoffed. "And how do I know which ones are which? How can I tell who's worth the risk?"

Greg smiled and slid a few bills beneath his empty cup. "You have good judgment. You'll know."

And as she watched him leave, she knew he was right.

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End

Thoughts, anyone?