A/N: Okay, this chapter's really short because it's basically all dialogue, so to make up for it, I'm FINALLY going to answer some reviews. Thanks for them, by the way, I'd love to get some more!

Daisyangel: Yeah, I don't really know where I'm going with Sara's eating disorder, but I've been toying with the idea for quite some time. I don't know who'll discover it, though.

wdbydoglvr: Heather, if you haven't guessed, is Lady Heather from the show. I would NEVER put her with Greg, and I tried to explain that a little better in this chapter. There's still a 50 chance Greg will be with Sara. If you read all my notes about the episode, Lady Heather's Box, you'd be able to guess which relationship she'll be interrupting.

JoonSanders: I know you always review, believe me, that comment wasn't directed at you. It was to all the people who have me on their alert list but never review me. As to the whole Sara-is-clueless-about-Nick-and-Greg thing, I have good reason. A.) She obviously has a low self esteem, you can tell that by the eating disorder, so she wouldn't believe they liked her if they threw waffles at her window and told her they did. 2.) As you can tell by Sara in the show, she is completely clueless as to people. She has no life! Why would she be able to tell some guys liked her when she was in high school?

Silver Hair Fox: As always, I totally dig your reviews. I hope your YIM gets up soon, I'll be working hard on HSCAM for you, so take a vacation from writing. Or at lease a small, 10 minute break. Hahaha! Love you, hon!

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Heather and Gil walked through the school, chatting amiably. She'd said she wanted to talk to him, and they were heading to the steps in front of the school, where Heather could talk and wait for her mother's car at the same time. Gil was expected at the coroner's office in an hour and a half, and it wasn't a long walk, so he had time to kill.

"So, Mr. Grissom," Heather said to Gil after school. "You would like to have Catherine."

Gil's eyes widened in surprise, and Heather laughed. "How did you know?" he asked suspiciously.

"I didn't, really, until just now," she smirked. "But it was pretty obvious anyway, I think it would be less clear to me if you walked around with a neon sign on your head that said it."

Sighing, Gil sat down on the steps in front of the school. "What can I do?" The question clearly didn't merit an answer, but Heather gave one anyway.

"Wait a little, try to find out how she feels," she said. "Ask Sara. She was watching the two of you, I think she knows."

"How do you know all this?" Gil asked, amazed at how much a few days at McKinley seemed to teach her. "You've been here for four days. Is everything that obvious to you?"

"For one thing, I pay attention to people. I doubt you know what that is," Heather laughed, but not unkindly. "You know, Gil, you seem like a pretty nice guy. The world needs more people like you."

And on that note, she walked away towards a shiny car, presumably her mother's, her black hair swishing in the slight breeze. "What an interesting person," Gil thought, watching as she sat down in the car, slammed the door shut, and blew a kiss through the window. "I wonder what she'll do with her life."

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Sara sped over to Greg, catching him right before he was leaving at the end of the day. "Greggo, hey!" she said, skidding to a halt too late and knocking into him. He caught her easily and set her back on her feet, grinning.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Well, my birthday's coming up. May first. I'm having a party thing, and you're invited." She smiled, and it occured to Greg how much she'd changed from the anti-social science geek she'd once been to the bright, cheerful, beautiful girl standing before him.

"Sweet," he said, taking the invitation she offered him.

"Can I walk with you?" she asked suddenly. "I've got nothing to do for a while, and my house is in the same general direction as yours and Nick's. I have time to kill."

"Sure," Greg said, beginning to walk off the blacktop and onto the sidewalk.

Sara kept stride easily. For some reason, she didn't want to leave Greg so soon. She was surprised when he spoke.

"Is something bothering you?" he asked, concern etched on his boyish face. "You seem kind of distant lately."

"No," Sara said quickly. "I guess I'm a little stressed about how my semester scores will turn out." She was lying through her teeth, she just hoped Greg couldn't tell.

"Okay," Greg replied. "What did you think of Heather?" he asked, changing the subject.

"She was really nice," Sara said. "Are you, like, going out with her?" Her voice was a little higher than usual.

"Oh, hell no!" Greg grinned. "She's way too sadistic for my taste."

"Does that mean you like submissive girls?" Sara teased.

"No," Greg said, blushing at the turn the innocent conversation was taking. "Do you want me to like submissive girls?"

It was Sara's turn to blush. "Greg," she said, pretending to be shocked. She punched his arm playfully

"Sara, I think it's a ligitimate question. Do you want me to like them?"

"I don't care if you buy them on the Strip, I was just making conversation."

"Right." Greg rolled his eyes. Before they knew it, they were in front of Sara's house.

"Thanks," she said, giving him a quick hug and dashing up the steps to her house. Greg watched until she had disappeared inside, then walked happily down the street, laughing all the while.

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Mia pushed open the doors of the school. She'd stayed after trying to get her locker open, so the halls were devoid of anyone save the teachers and herself. As she stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned, and smiled. Warrick was standing behind her, glasses glinting in the sunlight.

"Hey," he said, kissing her lightly and frowning at how unresponsive she was. "Is there something wrong?"

She shook her head, cursing herself for being so obvious. She knew she could learn to love him just as much as she had the first time she'd said those three words. Leaning up to kiss him, she smiled. It was a fake smile, but a smile nonetheless.

They walked to Mia's house together, fingers entwined, and chatted aimlessly. Mia watched her feet, the easy rhythm of her long legs next to Warrick's. She didn't want to hurt him, ever.

"But is that love?" she thought. "Who do I want to be with if Warrick isn't the one?"

She decided not to think about it for the time being. When they reached her front door, Warrick kissed her. "I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," she replied. It was just a reply, something you were supposed to say, like when someone asked you how you were and you said fine regardless of what might be happening. She turned and went into her house, relieved to be free of his presence, missing him at the same time.