Disclaimer: Any characters even resembling any on the TV show CSI obviously belong to them, not me. Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back is quoted in this chapter as well. It belongs to George Lucas, not me. I'm still a broke college student sigh.

Sara smiled as she glanced at Greg, who was sleeping in the seat next to her. They were on their way back to Las Vegas, retuning to the real world. She knew she was going to have to tell Greg that she was still going out with Hank, but she wasn't exactly sure how to do that.

She had almost told him last night. They had stayed in Sam's apartment while they were in San Francisco. Sam had insisted that it was stupid to rent hotel rooms when she could put them up just as easily. So, Sara had shared Sam's room while Greg got the spare room. It had been quiet in the apartment when they got back. For the first time, Sara had realized that she was going to spend the night alone with Greg.

She relaxed only a little when Greg suggested throwing in a movie to help them wind down after the party. It wasn't until the opening credits of "Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back" were rolling that she began to really relax. Greg hadn't even attempted to sit right next to her on the loveseat, opting instead for sprawling on the other sofa. He hadn't commented on her pajamas, which showed a bit more skin than she was entirely comfortable showing Greg, nor had he treated her any different than he had the rest of the weekend. So, she relaxed into the loveseat, making herself comfortable and getting ready to engross herself in the movie.

She had been startled out of her thoughts by Greg reading the yellow words that flashed across the screen. "Star Wars... Episode Five: The Empire Strikes Back... After the destruction of its most feared battle station, the Empire has declared martial law throughout the galaxy. A thousand worlds have felt the oppressive hand of the Emperor as He attempts to crush the growing rebellion. As the Imperial grip of tyranny tightens, Princess Leia and the small band of freedom fighters search for a more secure base of operations..."

It was only a few minutes later, when she thanked him for reading the words that she always scrambled to finish before they were too tiny to read, that she learned that he had recited them from memory. That was just one more thing that she hadn't known about Greg before that weekend.

Sara smiled to herself. She really had meant to watch the movie. It wasn't entirely her fault that by the time the Millennium Falcon is dodging asteroids, she and Greg were debating whether or not cloning human body parts should be legal. After all, Greg had started the conversation. From there, they had discussed a variety of things, "The Empire Strikes Back" almost entirely forgotten. Sometime during the conversation, she had moved to the sofa, and was sitting facing Greg. Gradually, their conversation had turned personal, and Sara had found herself revealing things that she never would have imagined sharing with anyone in Vegas, much less Greg, with ease. It had been Sara who brought up the awkward question, however...

FLASHBACK

Sara smiled as Greg continued to chuckle at her explanation of why she had named her male dog Princess when she was eight. Her eyes turned thoughtful as she observed the cute lab rat who was seated across from her. "Greg, why did you agree to come with me this weekend?"

She could tell he was startled by the question. He remained silent for several minutes, obviously trying to figure out what to tell her. She waited patiently, knowing that he'd give her an answer eventually. Finally he shrugged and said, "Because you asked."

She was stunned. Her mind tried to wrap around that answer. 'Because you asked...' What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Silence reigned for several minutes as Sara merely stared at a slightly blushing Greg.

Finally, he glanced at the TV, and said, "Hey, the movie's ended. But we missed the best part." He picked up the remote and fiddled with it for a few minutes, giving Sara enough time to recover from his statement.

She turned to the TV as well, interested to know what part of the movie Greg thought was the best. Probably an action scene, she thought to herself. So it was a surprise when the scene began to play. Han Solo was led to the carbon freezing chamber, and a few minutes later, out comes a carbonite-encased Han.

Sara looked at him quizzically. "How can that be the best part of the movie?"

Greg smiled. "Because Han gets the best last line. Leia professes her love for him, and he simply smiles and says, 'I know'. He's pretty much assured of death, he's surrounded by people who hate him, and he still has the perfect line at the perfect time. How can you top that?"

Sara smiled back at Greg. "I guess you can't." His eyes caught hers and held them. All of a sudden, it felt as if he could see all the way into her soul. He reached up with one hand and caressed her cheek. Slowly, he moved closer to her, until he captured her lips with his own. Sara felt her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feel of his lips on hers. It was a slow, innocent kiss – the only contact between them was his hand on her cheek and their lips. It was ... perfect.

Unfortunately, all things have to come to an end. Suddenly, Greg wasn't kissing her anymore, but smiling down at her. She blinked twice, before cautiously asking, "Um... what was that for?"

Greg's smile turned a bit smug. "Every good date should have a good night kiss at the end of it." He stood and headed towards 'his' room. "Good night, Sara."

END FLASHBACK

Sara sighed. That kiss had been rather wonderful. Unfortunately, now she felt even guiltier about not telling Greg that she was still with Hank. Somehow, she had to find a way to tell him today.