Clara jumped down from the tree fort, grabbing Michelle's hand and leading her over to the ladder.
"C'mon Michelle! I wanna show you something!" The older girl said as she helped the younger scale the side of the tree. Sara couldn't help but smile at them, they were pretty cute. As she turned around she noticed Greg heading to the front lawn, a rake in his hands, obviously going to finish his job.
'Oh what the hell,' Sara thought as she ran towards him, jumping on his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, her chin resting on his shoulder. 'Now I know I've lost it…why on Earth would I do this?' she asked herself as Greg kept walking, carrying her piggy-back style to the front yard. "Your nieces are so cute Greggo. Seriously, Michelle still thinks I'm going to be her Aunt because I'm staying for the weekend." Sara laughed quietly, whispering in Greg's ear. "So, how many siblings do you have?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Three including Mary. I have a younger sister, Abigail; she lives in Niagara Falls Ontario with her husband John. Then there's Andrew, he's the oldest. He and his wife Jenny and their four kids live in Amherst. They're all just coming on Monday, I think. And before you even think about the vegetarian thing don't worry; Abby and Mary are vegetarians too." Greg smiled.
Without warning he flipped Sara over his shoulder and into the leaves, having dropped his rake a few meters before. The Brunette laughed softly as she lay amongst the leaves. Greg beamed down at her, the soft sunlight reflecting in his eyes.
"God, you're so beautiful right now Sara," he exhaled. Sara blushed, causing Greg to realize that he had spoken aloud.
"Thanks…" she said shyly, obviously not expecting such a comment when she was covered in dead leaves, not to mention how many there were scattered in her hair. Greg smiled at her bashfully.
Without a second thought Sara grabbed onto Greg's sweater, pulling him down into the leaves. She then jumped onto him, tickling him on the sides of his stomach. Greg laughed loudly, grabbing onto her wrists so as to stop the attack. The result of this however; was Sara falling forward, her face now only inches from Greg's. Sara instantly blushed again, lifting herself away as Greg let go of her hands. The two of them sat up, side by side, both laughing at the obvious tension between them.
"You are beautiful Sara, you know that right?" Greg asked as he put a hand on her shoulder. Sara smiled gently at him, something in her eyes new and different that he had never seen before. Greg was taken aback by it. He had never seen that certain sparkle there before. "Oh! Umm Sar, just giving you the heads up, we're going to a Thanksgiving fair tomorrow. It's kind of a tradition when we're at Mary's." Greg explained.
"Oh? Well that sounds more fun than what I would have been doing this weekend seeing as Grissom suspended me. I probably would have just sat around and listened to my scanner while complaining to my couch about how stupid my suspension is." Sara replied with a chuckle.
"You, my friend, need to have more fun. Seriously, by Tuesday you'll have a totally different outlook ob life. My family is a bit…rambunctious." He smirked. Sara burst out laughing then.
Already Sara felt different. Greg was so laid back; he seemed content just to be himself and to play around in the leaves with her, no matter how childish onlookers would have thought it was. Sara couldn't even remember the last time she had felt so calm and comfortable around anyone. She had never felt like she did right then, she actually felt loved and cared for. That's when it hit her.
'Oh my God…am I falling for him?' she questioned herself. For the third time that day she jumped onto Greg, this time hugging him. Greg was more shocked than before, but within a split second he was hugging her back. "Thank you. Thank you so much Greg. You have no idea how much you letting me stay with you this weekend means to me." Sara whispered.
"I may not know what it means to you but I know what it means to me." Greg responded, now stroking Sara's hair gently. After a few minutes Sara pulled away from him, her eyes slightly red, evidently from crying. Greg reached up and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. Sara smiled at him softly. "C'mon, help me finish raking there leaved," Greg said as he stood up. He reached a hand down and helped Sara up before jogging over to pick up his rake. Sara smiled.
"Alright I'll help but only on one condition, no more tickling me!" she joked.
Author's note: I know, I know another short chapter but I gotta type them when I can. And trust me, it's a miracle I can even find the papers with it written on, you should see my desk, it's covered in history and English notes right now. Anyways, let me know what you think:)