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

A/N: This chapter goes out to Aidrianna, for telling me that the last chapter was a repeat. Since she so kindly told me that, I've fixed the last chapter and am adding this one at the same time.

Enjoy!

Sara sighed as she continued to process the scene in front of her. It had been almost a week since Greg blew up at her in the DNA lab. Well, blow up really wasn't the truth. He really hadn't raised his voice any, just simply told her the one thing a CSI can never back away from – the truth. The intensity in his voice was what hurt Sara. Greg yelling would have been one thing. She was used to people yelling. But in all her time at the lab, she had never heard Greg speak with such... quiet rage. And that scared her.

Since the 'incident', she had stayed as far away from Greg as she could, often sending the other CSIs to collect the info on DNA analysis, or runners to drop off what she needed done. Maybe that was cowardly, but it was how she could deal with the situation. But she had to get her act together soon, because if she didn't, even Grissom would catch on that there was something going on between her and Greg. And if Grissom caught on, he wouldn't let it go until everything worked itself out.

Sara began dusting the door, hoping to catch a break with fingerprints. The vic had been a girl in her mid-thirties, and apparently had lived alone. However, as her bed sheets showed, she hadn't often slept alone. There might be several donors on that sheet, and Sara was hoping to knock it down to one or two main suspects.

Speaking of sleeping alone, Sara had been doing just that all week. Apparently, although he had time to come ruin a friendship at the airport, Hank had no time to do anything else. All she had received from him this week was a phone call last night, apologizing for not being around, but that work had been hectic.

So, with all that extra time, Sara had been thinking about her and Hank's relationship. Before going to Wart's wedding, she had believed that Hank just might be the one that she'd settle down with. Everything seemed to be smooth between them; they were comfortable and compatible... so why did she now have doubts? Hank had had long weeks before, heck, so had she. Why did it feel like he was avoiding her this week? She really wanted to blame her doubts on Greg – throw all the fault on someone else and then maybe she'd feel better. But she couldn't blame Greg, because he hadn't set out to prove that he was better husband material than Hank. She shook her head, amazed at where her thoughts had led her. Husband material? Since when did she even come close to considering whether Greg was husband material? She frowned slightly. Guys were going to be the death of her. Right now she needed to focus on her work.

"Sara?" A familiar voice said.

She glanced up at Grissom, who was working the case with her. He had taken the bed sheets back to the lab to be processed. Had he already given parts of the bed sheet to Greg for DNA analysis, or was he going to assign that to her? She supposed the latter, as she really hadn't been processing the scene for very long by herself.

"Sara?" Grissom said again.

"What? Oh, sorry, Grissom. I guess my mind was wandering." She said sheepishly.

"I asked if you'd found any fingerprints that are useable."

"No, not yet. Lots of partials, though. I'm hoping that the doorknob will have a pretty decent print." As she said this, she smiled. Ask and you shall be given. There, right in front of her, was a perfect print. She reached for the tape, so she could do a tape lift. "Got one."

Grissom nodded. "Good. Take that and the partials back to the lab. And while you're there, hit up Greg and see if he's got anything for us yet."

Sara was a bit surprised. "You got the sheets to Greg already?" How long had she been out of it, lost in her own thoughts at the crime scene?

Grissom looked at her funny. "Yes, Sara, that's where I've been all this time."

She blushed. "Oh. But I don't have to stop by- I mean,usually he pages us when our results are in."

Grissom took off his glasses and looked at Sara, making her want to squirm under his stare. She felt like she had been caught sneaking in after curfew by one of her foster parents. "I try to stay out of my CSIs' personal lives, but I have to ask... did you and Greg have a falling out?"

"What? No! Geez, I'll go and see if he's got anything, okay?" With that, she grabbed her kit and moved towards the door. She stopped as she heard Grissom call after her.

"Sara... whatever happened between you and Greg... fix it."

Internally, she screamed. Leave it to Grissom to assume that whatever was wrong could obviously be fixed. Or, at least, be fixed quickly and easily. She had no clue how to fix the situation. Didn't anyone get that? Outwardly, she simply nodded before leaving the room and heading back to the Crime Lab. Apparently, she had a lab rat to see.