Disclaimer: I only own the character that I created, not the ones that are in the actually CSI show, I'm just borrowing them for a little while….well, if I had my way, a bit longer than a little while.

Author's Note: Alright, I know this has taken like; forever, but I've been really busy working on helping with the production of "Les Miserable" at school. Our first REAL performance is tomorrow (Thursday April 20th) so everything is uberly hectic. This is probably the only spare time I'm going to have until May. Yikes. (Cept for the 3 hours I spent earlier watching "House of Frankenstein") Anyways, on with the show! Er, chapter! (Too much stage managing in my brain…XD)

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The wind had never been that loud before. The trees were crashing into the side of house, scraping against the bricks and causing horrible noises to echo throughout the house. She had always been afraid of storms ever since she was a little girl they frightened her. However; on this particular night she was more scared of the noises that were coming from inside the house.

The young girl scrambled from her bed as the thunder crashed outside, running to her parent's room in hopes of some form of comfort, knowing quite well that the chances of her receiving any were slim to none. As she opened the door to her parent's room she realized how loud they were screaming at each other.

The lights flickered, glistening against the cool sharp steel of the knife her mother was holding.

"Momma?" She asked, scared. Before she could say anything else her mother took the knife and plunged it five times into her father's stomach, the crimson blood falling from the wounds and onto the peach coloured carpet. The girl's eyes widened and she screamed. Screamed as loud as her young lungs would allow her.

The only problem was, no one heard her, all they heard was the sound of the wind and rain pounding down against their houses.

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Sara awoke as the trees scratched loudly against the brick farm house. The wind wailed outside, causing her to pull the covers up and over her head. She hated the wind. A particularly loud gust broke a tree branch, sending it crashing to the ground. Sara shivered involuntarily, trying to ignore the sounds. Somehow; the wind rain and thunder combined to sounds as if someone outside was screaming. Screaming for their life. That was all it took.

Sara leapt from the bed, throwing her door open. Within a second she opened Greg's, flinging it closed behind her as she darted across the room, jumping on the bed and grabbing onto Greg. The minute Greg had heard his door open he has awoken. He felt Sara clutching at him, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Hey, Sara? What's wrong? What happened?" he asked, somehow gathering her shaking body into his arms.

"It's stupid," Sara mumbled, continuing to cry.

"No it's not. Come on Hunny, you can tell me. You can tell me anything. I won't think it's stupid," Greg urged, stroking her hair.

"The…the wind. I hate the wind, it terrifies me," Sara confessed, burying her face in the crook of his neck, Greg was confused.

"Why are you afraid of the wind?" he inquired.

"My…my…father was…murdered during a wind storm….and no one heard me screaming, nor him….because….because the wind was too loud," she said quietly. Greg's eyes softened, his grip on her tightening slightly as another gust of wind whipped around the house.

"Oh Hunny, I'm so sorry. Do you want to stay in here with me or go back to your own room?" Greg asked, still holding Sara close to him as her sobbing subsided.

"Can…can I stay here…with you?" she asked in a whimper, lifting her head so that she could look into Greg's eyes.

"Of course you can," Greg answered, manoeuvring the covers so that Sara could crawl under them. She willingly did so, snuggling close to him. The wind howled and Sara squealed in panic, grasping onto him again. "Do you want to know what scares me?" Greg asked, wrapping an arm around her comfortingly.

"You're afraid of fire," Sara whispered sheepishly.

"I mean besides that."

"Oh, okay."

"I'm afraid of going out to the barn in the backyard by myself." Greg responded. Sara looked up at him.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yep, Mary's barn has always frightened me. It's dark, deserted and smells weird. I think it's from the decomposing hay or something," Greg smiled, feeling Sara's body beginning to relax.

"I never would have guessed that you'd be someone who'd be afraid of a barn," she chuckled, resting her head on Greg's shoulder. "Can we stay up and talk? Please? I'm afraid of what I might dream," Sara asked quietly. Greg glanced over at the clock which read 2:43 am. He smiled.

"Sure we can Sar, anything for you."

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"Do you remember when the lab blew up?" Sara asked. Greg laughed hollowly.

"How could I forget?" he questioned, shifting his t-shirt slightly so that she could see some of the faint scars that riddled his shoulder.

"Yeah…I'm so sorry," Sara said.

"It's alright," Greg responded.

"Anyways, I remember how scared I was, I didn't even know what was happening. Then I saw you, lying there in the debris, covered in burns and cuts from the explosion. I was so afraid that I was going to lose you. We were already friends back then and now, oh, I don't know…" Sara said, looking out the window where the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet. The wind storm has died down around 4:30 but Greg and Sara had continued talking.

"Remember when we were talking about the whole Adam Trent ordeal? When you told me what that bastard did, the way he held you with that pottery digging into your neck, I felt faint. I have never been that scared in my life! When I saw how close I had come to losing you, God Sara!" Greg rushed, choking back a sob. "I'd die if I lost you," he whispered. Sara shifted her eyes to look at his face.

"I thought you-" Sara began.

"I was so scared-" Greg started.

"I love you!" they said in unison. Sara and Greg just sat there, staring at each other for nearly a minute before Greg lifted a hand to Sara's cheek.

"I love you Sara Sidle," Greg said, his eyes never leaving hers. Tears sprung to Sara's eyes as he said that, his thumb stroking her cheek softly.

"And I love you Gregory Sanders," Sara replied as the salty liquid escaped her eyes and slid down her face. Greg shifted his weight so that he was on his knees, Sara in front of him. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against hers. Sara wrapped her arms around Greg's neck, deepening the kiss. A minute later they pulled apart, glazed looks on their faced. Greg smiled broadly and before he knew it he and Sara were locked in another kiss.

'This is heaven, I'm kissing the woman I've been in love with for years and she loves me back!' Greg thought as he continued to kiss Sara.

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Michelle ran down the hall and pushed Greg's door open.

"Uncle Greg, wake up! It's turkey day!" She squealed, her eyes only then settling on Greg and Sara. Greg had one hand on each side of Sara, helping to prop himself up. Sara's arms were still wrapped around his neck. Michelle's eyes grew wide when she saw them. She instantly turned and ran out of the room, straight to her parent's bedroom.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Michelle screamed. Mary jerked herself out of her dream world, sitting up and looking at her youngest daughter who was climbing onto the bed.

"Michelle, what is it? It's 5:45 in the morning Hunny," Mary muttered while yawning.

"Mommy, Uncle Greg and Miss Sara are having sex!" Michelle panicked, her arms flailing around. Mary's eyes shot open.

"Stay here with Daddy please," Mary snarled.

"Okay," Michelle replied, climbing across the bed and onto Kevin's stomach, waking him up as well. Mary then slid out of the bed before storming down the dark hallway.

"Gregory Sanders! I don't – huh?" Mary stammered. She stood in the doorway of Greg's bedroom, staring at the bed. Greg and Sara were both fully clothed; having only been kissing. "I uhh…ahem, sorry. Michelle said, well, she said you two were having sex. I was going to say to at least lock the door but I guess I had bad information." Greg and Sara looked at each other, having halted their lip lock, and burst out laughing. Mary shook her head, covering her eyes.

"I think I best go and delicately try to delicately explain what sex is to my daughter," she said taking her leave from the room and closing the door behind her. Sara yawned then, closing her eyes. Greg smirked and lay down.

"C'mon love, why don't we try and sleep a little bit before breakfast?" he suggested.

"Sounds good: Sara agreed, lying down next to him on her side. Greg spooned up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I love you," Sara said calmly.

"Love you too," Greg replied.

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"Morning Abs," Mary smiled sleepily. She was sitting at the kitchen counter, working on her laptop.

"You're up early," Abby commented, getting some orange juice from the fridge.

"Mm, the joys of having kids. Michelle woke me up at quarter to six this morning." Mary yawned, picking up her coffee.

"Why'd she do that?" the pregnant woman inquired, sitting down across from her older sister.

"She went to wake Greg up and tell him that it's Thanksgiving and she found him and Sara on the bed, making out. So, she runs down the hall to my room, bursts in and tells me that 'Uncle Greg and Miss Sara are having sex!' So, I run down there, planning to yell at Greg for not locking the door and all they're doing is kissing. Then I had to go and explain to Michelle that sex isn't just kissing, like her Uncle Greg was doing. I mean seriously Abs, what do you tell a four year old? So I told her sex was when a man and a woman are kissing with no clothes on." Mary told the younger woman, running a hand through her wavy sandy-blonde hair. Abby laughed, struggling not to spit out her juice.

"But Greg finally kissed Sara!" Abby eventually managed.

"Yep. I'm guessing they finally exchanged their feelings with one another. I've never felt Greg's aura that happy before. Oh! Before I forget, I noticed one other thing." Mary said, a smile playing on her lips. Abby cocked her head to one side.

"Well? Care to share that information with me?" she asked.

"Sara's still wearing Greg's ring. It's also still on her left hand." Mary answered. Abby chuckled.

"Well then! My guess is that they'll be engaged by Easter at this rate!" Mary shook her head.

"You've always been the optimist Abs, I just hope you're right." Mary said, passing her sister the photos she and Kevin had printed the night before. "Are you gonna stay up with me tonight to work on the photo album?" she inquired.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world Mare," Abby responded.

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A/N – Okay, I know it's short but that's all I have time to type tonight seeing as its 10:45 and I need to go to bed so that I can survive my classes tomorrow. sigh Hope you all liked it and if you did, please review? They make me soo happy and they really do help me to get through the days which are long and evil Thank you all for reading!

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