Disclaimer: Any characters even resembling any on the TV show CSI obviously belong to them, not me.

It wasn't until they had actually arrived in San Francisco that Sara realized she hadn't told Greg that she was still dating Hank. Unfortunately, there wasn't any time to tell him before meeting Stewart and his fiancée, Samantha.

"Sara!" Called Wart, his voice booming over the noise that generally fills the airport. Sara looked at Greg, who had turned pale, seeing the tall, buff guy standing in front of them.

"Sara… I thought you said his name was Stewart…" he whispered.

"It is."

"Stewarts do not look like they can take on the entire line of the Oakland Raiders, Sara." He said. "Stewarts do your tax forms and get beaten up by other guys when they hit on cute girls."

She laughed and leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You'll be fine, as long as you never say any of that in front of him." She then grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her brother.

It wasn't long until she was enveloped in a bear hug by the only person in her family she could tolerate. She had given up talking to her mom years ago, hating the prison where she was kept, and hating even worse that the woman behind the plexi-glass window was a stranger to her. It was her mother's fault that she and Wart had grown up in foster care, and that was not something she would forgive easily.

Fortunately, her brother had had better breaks than she did. He loved his foster family, even adopting their last name instead of Sidle. That had hurt, when he told her that he was changing his name, but fortunately, she had gotten over it. Now, she was glad that he had found someone to share the rest of his life with.

She turned to hug Samantha, a slim blonde who looked much too tiny to even consider marrying her six foot five inch brother. "Sam! I'm so glad that I'm going to be able to finally call you my sister!"

Samantha hugged her back. "I'm just glad you took some time off, hon. It's great to see you." Pulling back, she smiled impishly. "Care to introduce the dish you brought with you?"

Sara blushed. She had completely forgotten about Greg standing awkwardly next to her. "Right. Wart, Sam, I'd like you to meet Greg Sanders. Greg, this is my brother, Stewart, affectionately called Wart, and his fiancée, Samantha."

Greg shook hands with Stewart, trying not to look intimidated. "Pleasure to meet you both." He said, nodding at Samantha.

"Oh, don't be so formal!" cried Sam, throwing her arms around Greg and giving him a hug. "I'm hoping you're going to stick around a while." She winked at Sara over Greg's shoulder, causing Sara to blush once again.

"Sam… be nice. Sara's only just got here. Wait at least two hours before you start embarrassing her." Teased Wart.

Sam turned and smiled up at her fiancé. "I can't help it, darling."

Greg cleared his throat, obviously still in shock from Sam's hug. "Um… not to sound rude or anything, but is there someplace where we can freshen up before dinner?"

Sam laughed. "Of course. You'll want to relax and settle in before the rehearsal dinner tonight." She motioned to Wart to pick up Sara's bag, but Greg beat him to it.

"It's okay, I've got it. Lead on, fair maidens." He grinned at Sara and Sam.

Sam leaned in to Sara as they walked to the car, "You know, I think he's a keeper."

"Oh, be quiet, Sam." Sara said, turning red again.

Sam merely giggled in response.