Thankyou so much for all the reviews, the next chap is more SANDLER fluff basically…but I promise I'll get further into the story soon. You guys are the best…tell me what you think of next chap.

AN/ I don't know much about Greg's life so it will be different to what ever past he has on the show.

GAME OVER -Part 3

Monday: 25th
3:00 pm

"Sara, you rapped up the case…you can go home" Grissom called into the locker room where Sara was sat looking blankly into her locker. It was well into Day shift now and Sara had pulled a double to close the case, but she'd done that about thirty minuets ago so he was not sure why she was sat in here still. And when she didn't respond he walked into the room, "everything okay?"

She turned to look at him, "Why wouldn't it be?" She asked.

"Well you look like your about to drop, with the weight on your shoulders" he explained getting as close to humour as was humanly possible. "You need a shoulder?" he asked.

Sara looked away, down to the floor – silence filled the locker room as she thought about speaking to him. But seceded against it, as she was sure he'd forced her to talk about it with the Lab Psychiatrist. "No, I'm fine…" She explained, forcing herself to stand "I'm just tired."

Grissom nodded, how ever still unconvinced.

She grabbed her jacket and shut her locker, "See you Gris" she offered as she bent down to pick up her bag.

"See ya Sar … enjoy your night off"

"Will do…" she smiled as she left the room.

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Walking into her apartment she made sure to be quiet knowing that Greg would be here. She'd forced him away from the lab earlier as he looked to be needed sleep bad – promising that she would follow as soon as she could. Too bad, that it was over four hours later. She placed her keys on the side and her kit on the floor – without much effort she managed to get her jacket and shoes in a heap and follow through the apartment.

Her feet softly made their way up the corridor as she pushed the door open to her bed room, a smile crept upon her face as she stood in the doorway looking at Greg lay on her bed. He was wearing a white vest shirt and his jeans – dark blue yet very warn. He was asleep, his steady breathing all that Sara needed to hear to make her feel calm. She did not know how long she was stood there but, she decided after a while that she needed to get a shower and lay down herself. So turning around she walked towards the bathroom.

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He lay next to her – it had been over an hour since she'd lay next to him and now as she stirred unrest taking over her. Her body becoming stiff as she clenched her fist – he eye lids fluttering. Once again, she was slipping into a nightmare. And once again, Greg was lay at her side wondering what he should do. Wake her from the Dark images that plagued her or would it be best for her to wake on her own. He didn't have to think for very long as she suddenly shot up straight pushing away from Greg who had been holding her. Her breathing was rapid and her hand was shaking.

"Sar, honey?" Greg asked as he sat up moving his hand to her arm.

She turned her head, their eyes capturing each others. She felt reassured when she realised just where she was…safe…with him. She looked so scared, like a small child who wasn't sure what was happening. He just moved his hand around her waste, sat up so that he was lent against the head bored and pulled her into him holding her close against him – her hot skin sticking to his as she tried to regain control of her breathing –

"Shit…" she sighed as she buried her head further into him.

"It's okay…just take deep breaths. I'm here for you" He soothed as he ran his hand softly up and down her arm.

She did manage to calm herself down – after a few moments enough to stop shaking anyway. "Better?" He asked.

"A little…" She nodded, as she remembered just what it had caused her to break down.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Do I ever?" She asked him with a smile filled with sorrow. It was true, he'd sat through so many of these nightmares that he'd lost count, too many of them. And never once had she offered him a logical explanation – not that he pushed. It was obvious to any fool that it was something that she had to deal with and he couldn't force it out of her. "I'm sorry; I know I should at least…"

"Sar, you don't have to say anything." He placed his lips softly on her forehead before he rested his head on top of hers. "You want to try and sleep a little more?" he asked.

She shook her head, "no" He didn't expect anything else, knowing after the nightmares she did not ever want to close here eyes again, At least for a few hours. Usually though, she'd be up and heading towards the bathroom by now, something was different this time. He moved his other hand so it was now draped over her stomach and entwined in her hand – "can we just, stay like this for a while?"

"As long as you like"

She nodded her head, happy with this answer – and moved so her head was again rested on his chest as he held her tight.

"How did the case go?" Nick asked, breaking into the silence that formed over the last five minuets.

"Well, it went… i just couldn't look at the girlfriend when I had to tell her what had happened." She explained with a sigh, it was the worst part about her job. Seeing people lose loved ones.

"You okay?" he asked, knowing that it was upsetting her.

"I will be" She nodded, "How long was I asleep."

"Not an hour" he explained.

"Oh man…" She sighed, "I'm going to need aspirin" She explained crawling from his arms and off the bed. He couldn't help but look at her; she was wearing a black oversized shirt of his. She'd never looked better, he smiled, she was his.

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Monday: 25th
5:25 pm

She felt his arms wrap around her waist as he moved to rest his head on her shoulder – "Smells great" he smiled as he moved to kiss her neck softly.

She smiled, "Yeah…well I told you I'd have you eating vegetarian if it killed me." She joked as she continued to stir the pasta source as the stove.

"Just don't tell the guys you converted me…you got it?" he asked her as he went back to letting his chin rest on her shoulder.

"Protecting your oh so manly image are we?" She asked sarcastically.

"Hey…" He tickle her, "Take it back" He ordered.

She laughed as she tried to get from his grasp but couldn't, "Okay…I take it back…" She finally gasped causing him to release her and letting her free. She turned so she was lent back against the counter top in the kitchen and he came up in front of her and took her wrists pinning her t the side.

"You know what…" he smiled.

She looked into his eyes, "What?" She asked.

He just lent forward kissing her passionately as he lifted her so she was sitting on the counter top – the kiss became deeper until he needed breath, he lent back a little as his hands moved to her waist. "I love you" he spoke huskily.

Those words forced her to choke up every time she hared them, knowing that he meant them – that someone loved her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I love you too."

"Good to hear…because I have something to ask you?"

She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him in closer, "Which is?" She asked.

"I…err, got a call from my brother…he's throwing an anniversary party for my mom and dad…I was kind of hoping you wouldn't mind…coming with me?"

"What…wait" She became serious upon realising what he was asking, "You want me to meet your family?"

"Well…yeah" He nodded.

"But…" She stopped, "I mean, I don't do good with…people"

"You'll be fine" He smiled, "I promise, they'll love you"

She thought a moment, and even though the prospect of meeting his family and totally making an idiot out of herself scared her beyond belief she loved him…and if he wanted this…to take their relationship further there was no was she'd stop it from happening. "You sure about that Sanders?" She asked.

"I'm positive…"

"Fine but I mean…I don't do good in things like this. I mean, I think I'm socially inept" She explained.

"Maybe you just spent too much time around Grissom…I mean, he's enough to make anyone socially inept" he laughed.

Sara joined him "Nick pulled that double with him and wasn't right for a week. Maybe it is Gris" She explained.

Greg smiled then lent forward capturing her lips again, "Thankyou" he mumbled, happy she'd agreed to meet his family, happy she'd said she'd loved him, happy that she was in his arms.

tbc...thanks for reading. more soon i hope