COLLAPSED

Greg and Sara face a traumatic event at a Crime Scene and one of their lives hangs in the balance. Characters not mine. Review.

You were the one

That I couldn't find

Hidden away

In the depths of my mind

"Greg," Sara scolded, snapping off several pictures of the body in front of her. "Stop fooling around and help process."

"I am not fooling around," he protested, hopping down off of the large rock he'd been standing on, a small backpack in hand. "Her name is Dana Jones. She's got a Vegas driver's permit, only sixteen. There's an address here, too."

She glared at him. "I hate it when you're right."

Greg laughed, walking a few feet away to photograph any other evidence.

"Where the hell is David?" she asked, looking back toward the path they'd taken to get to their current location, quite a ways up on one of the deserts mountains. "he should have been here by now."

"He probably got lost, it's a miracle we didn't."

Sara laughed. "It's a miracle we're alive after your driving." She teased him.

Greg rolled his eyes. "I got us here alive, didn't I?"

"Just barely."

"Look!" Greg announced, grasping a blue nylon climbing rope after photographing it. "I think this was an accident. It looks like she fell."

"Bag it," she instructed him. "You never know, Greggo. It might not have been an accident."

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah… I know…"

Sara looked up, spotting something about twenty feet up on one of the ridges above. "We need t be up there."

Greg shook his head. "We don't have any equipment with us for that."

Ignoring him, she approached the face of the cliff, pulling herself up, looking for footholds as she went.

"Sara…" Greg warned, standing under her. "This isn't a good idea."

She kept going, about halfway there. Greg gulped as he watched her loose her footing, the rock she'd been using to brace herself with falling from it's place. Sara fell, landing on top of him with a loud "Oof."

"This isn't what I pictured when I thought of you in my arms," he laughed, looking up at her.

She glared at him, scrambling to stand up again. "This is neither the time nor the place for your cheesy pick-up lines, Gregory."

He stood up as well, dusting off the back of his jeans. "That wasn't a pick-up line…" he mumbled.

Sara rolled her eyes, proceeding toward the ledge again. "Let's try this again."

Greg grabbed her arm, effectively keeping her from going anywhere. "Whoa! You aren't trying that again."

"Just you watch me," she replied, tugging herself out of his gentle grasp, only to fall back to the ground.

"That was graceful." He commented, offering her a hand.

"Okay then, Mr. I-Know-Everything, YOU climb the mountain."

"No way," Greg replied, looking from her up to the ledge she'd been aiming for. "I don't have a death wish."

"Then I'm going."

He let out a shrug of irritation. "You know, sometimes I hate how stubborn you are…" he walked toward the path she'd taken up. "This is ridiculous."

"Stop complaining. We need the evidence." She reprimanded him.

He looked down long enough to flip her off with his free hand. "Yeah, I know, I know."

"Watch where you're going!" she yelled, up to him, dodging the few small stones that came down the face of the cliff.

He ignored her. "Sorry, couldn't hear you, the mountains too loud."

Sara glared up at him, and had he been looking at her, he would have been cowering. "You want loud? Loud is the sound of your spine breaking when I push you off of there."

"Shutting up." He replied, wisely, looking up to pull himself onto the ledge.

A few more rocks fell loose. "Careful!"

"I am not an-" his defense was cut short by the heart-wrenching scream of pain.

"GREG!" Sara yelled, quickly scrambling to the ledge, now finding herself wishing she hadn't said some of the things she had.

Again, sorry for the lack of updates, but my plot bunnies are dead and I've been working on the sequel to 'Happy Birthday' with my friend. I'll update whenever I get some inspiration, so enjoy and Review!