Disclaimer: Any characters even resembling any on the TV show CSI obviously belong to them, not me.
Sara stood nervously in front of the DNA lab, watching Greg work through the glass windows. She had been a jerk the day before, not saying a word to Greg after Hank got there. She had just been so... shocked that Hank would be at the airport, waiting to pick her up. Then, Hank had gone and opened his mouth, making a bad situation even worse. She knew, watching Greg walk away, that she might have lost Greg's friendship forever. That caused a pang deep inside her heart, which had been surprising.
Suddenly, she was brought out of her thoughts by Warrick brushing past her, walking straight into the DNA lab. "Hey, Greggo, I got your page. Mind telling me what Wilkins has to do with this case?"
Greg spun around in his chair, smirking a little at Warrick. Sara was surprised to feel a small flutter in her stomach when she saw Greg smirk. Not wanting to dissect her feelings now, she focused on Greg and Warrick's conversation.
"Don't feel bad, Warrick. I mean, just because you don't know that Maurice Wilkins was a British biophysicist who took x-rays of DNA, and therefore helped Watson and Crick to build the double-stranded DNA model that we all know and love doesn't mean that you aren't a smart guy."
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Greg. Now that I've had my history lesson for today, what do you got for me?"
Greg nodded. "I'm just saying that you should be more thankful that there were people like Wilkins around fifty years ago, or I wouldn't be able to give you a positive match on the blood found at your crime scene with your suspect, Dennis Reube."
Warrick grinned. "Thanks, Greg." He strode out of the DNA lab quickly, heading off to find Brass, no doubt.
Sara still stood outside the DNA lab, frozen. C'mon, Sara, you can do this. Walk into the DNA lab and give Greg your evidence. It's not that hard. She couched herself. Yet, her feet wouldn't move.
While she was trying to convince her feet to move, Nick wandered into the DNA lab through the other door. "Hey G. Got any good news for me?"
Greg shook his head. "Your evidence is still being processed, Nicky. I can't make the machine go any faster than it's going right now."
"Well, how long do I have to wait?"
Greg fiddled with a knob on the microscope in front of him. "Twenty minutes or so."
Nick nodded. "Okay, I'll come back then." He glanced up and saw Sara standing outside. "Hey, G, you know Sara seems to be frozen outside your door?"
Greg nodded slightly. "She's been there a while."
"Aren't you going to invite her in?"
"She'll come in when she's ready to."
"Okay, man. Whatever. I'll be back." With that, Nick left the DNA lab, heading over to bug Hodges for a while.
Greg looked up from the microscope. "Would it help if I left the lab, so you could simply drop your evidence off and not see me?" He said, not looking at Sara, but sounding slightly bitter. Sara just stared at him, unable to say a word. Greg sighed, and turned to face her. "You know, Sara, if you don't want people suspecting things that aren't true, you might want to, I don't know, maybe act normal around me." He stood, moving towards the other door.
That helped Sara gain control over her body again. "Greg! Wait!" She moved into the lab, dropping her evidence in the normal spot, but continuing towards him.
Fortunately, he had stopped before leaving the room. He turned to look at her, not saying a word.
Unfortunately, now that she had his undivided attention, she didn't know what to say. "I'm... I'm sorry, Greg. I should have told you."
"Damn straight you should have told me." Greg bit out.
Okay, obviously a simple apology wasn't going to cut it. She looked at the ground, away from his angry face. "I was going to, honest. I was going to tell you at dinner, but then Hank showed up." She glanced up at Greg, trying to see how he was reacting to the words coming out of her mouth.
His face was a wooden mask.
So, she stumbled on. "I didn't mean for it to turn out like this, Greg. I enjoyed the weekend with you."
"No, Sara, what you enjoyed was a lie. And you know what the worst part is? That you didn't trust any of us. You were so concerned about whatever the issue was with Hank that you forgot everyone else has feelings. Wart is a great guy, merely trying to watch out for his younger sister. Sam adores you and wants you to be as happy as she is. Those people are your family, Sara, and didn't deserve your lies."
Greg's words cut into Sara, slashing at her heart and cutting her to the soul. She felt tears build in her eyes. "Greg..."
At that moment, Mia stuck her head into the DNA lab. "Hey, Greg thought I'd give you a break for a few minutes." She looked between Sara and Greg, a frown creasing her face. "Unless, of course, this is a bad time."
Sara turned and glared at Mia. Of course this is a bad time, she thought.
She had just opened her mouth to tell Mia that when she heard Greg saying, "No, that would be great, Mia. Nick's results will be ready in about ten minutes, so give him a page when they're done, will ya? I'm gonna go get some fresh air." With that, he was gone from the DNA lab, leaving a stunned Sara with Mia.
Sara turned without saying a word to Mia, determined to follow Greg and continue their conversation. Unfortunately, her pager went off, reminding her that she still has a crime scene to finish processing, and a boss to explain why exactly she had been over an hour at the lab when all she was doing was dropping off evidence to Greg to process. Life, apparently, didn't stop simply because she had screwed up a friendship. Sighing, she headed back to her car, missing Greg hiding in the shadows of the building, bloody knuckles clenched into fists by his side.