A/N - ok, this is the really really short chapter but I was running out of steam having wrote two chapters straight after the other. It's quite dialogue heavy in this bit, I realise that, but Greg needed someone to talk to and in order to talk - you need dialogue! That's my excuse for this poor offering anyway.

Chapter Six

I couldn't believe someone would actually listen to me. I hesitated for a moment. I was unsure of how much I wanted to say. How much I was comfortable enough to say. Sara sat looking at me expectantly. I had spent so much time wanting someone to listen and now I had the option, I was speechless. But she wasn't helping, wasn't asking me anything, trying to get me to speak.

I felt her hand on my shoulder. She rubbed it affectionately. A little more affectionately than I was used to but then I should be used to the fact by now that no one will ever treat me the same way again. Suddenly I seemed to be this surrogate son or brother that everyone felt the need to protect. Only I didn't feel protected.

'It's o.k, Greg, you can tell me anything you want to.' She said.

'Why won't anyone tell me anything?' I asked.

'How so?'

'DNA, why do you need it?'

'We have to eliminate which contributions are yours and which might be a suspects,' she said. 'You know, epithelials, the usual stuff'

'Does that include other contributions?' I asked, not really wanting to say what I meant for some reason.

'I think you know that already.'

'Well, I asked and no one would tell me.'

'Tell you what? I don't understand,' she replied, looking puzzled.

'I asked if there were signs of sexual activity and I got kicked out of the autopsy.'

'Sexual activity? You think she was cheating on you?' Sara asked in a weird way I couldn't quite interpret.

I was shocked that she had read my mind so easily. That someone at last had realised my suspicions. How, I didn't know.

'A little,' I said feebly, suddenly realising that I didn't believe it for a minute and that I had probably been reading the clues wrong.

'Why?'

'She was all dressed up but we weren't seeing each other last night because I had to work.'

'So based on one thing you assumed the worst?'

'Yeah well, I never have been much of a CSI,' I said, gloomily looking at the floor and sighing realising I had been thinking the worst of the one person I truly trusted. 'I'm such an asshole.'

'No you're not Greg, you're under a lot of stress right now, no-one can blame you for not thinking rationally but some people around here should have been more honest with you.'

'Thank you,' I said, feeling relieved that I no longer felt so alone.

'There were signs of sexual activity,' her voice was shaking a little. 'But it wasn't consensual.'

I nodded and put a hand to my face, trying to cover up the tears that were now falling. No one had seen me cry over this yet. I had been careful, didn't want them to think I was so weak that I couldn't be told anything but right now I couldn't take any more. I had been kept in the dark, left to think the worst of the woman I loved.

Sara wrapped her arms around me and held me. I didn't move but didn't push her away either. Instead I just cried even harder, giving up on trying to hide my emotions. Somehow I felt that Sara would be discreet. Not that I thought she would shout it from the rooftops but she had listened and she had been honest with me. I finally had someone I could trust.

'I'm sorry,' I managed to say between harsh painful sobs.

'It's o.k. Greg, I'm here,' she said.

A/N - yeahI realise that's a bit harsh and nasty putting more horrible things in butI promise that's it and we will find out soon about the killer and motive (well, whenI think of one ha ha!). I thought the whole thing with 'was she cheating' couldn't be dragged out too long and there was no way she was. The whole point is that the pair of them were totally in love andI couldn't put poor old Greg through that as well now could I? Hope you enjoyed. Chapter seven coming soon!