A/N: Glad to see some good reviews for my first chapter. It only inspires me to keep writing. :)
I look at my watch and can't believe it. I've sat here talking to Greg for two hours. I don't really feel compelled to leave, either. This is more refreshing than any sleep could ever be.

"Sara? Earth to Sara..."

"Oh, what did you say?" I seem to have drifted off into my own thoughts.

"Nothing, you just seemed to be in lala land."

"Yeah, I was just thinking that I couldn't believe we've been here for 2 hours." I finally give up and smile.

"Oh, did you have some place to be? I don't mean to keep you up or anything..."

"Oh, no. There's no other place I'd rather be."

"Really?" He grins egotistically and flexes his muscles.

"You're such a dork."

"I know you are but what am I?" He crosses his arms as I burst into laughter.

"Great." It slipped out. At least I didn't say cute.

He sighs, "I know you are but what am I?"

"Funny."

"Well, I can't disagree there, I am quite a funny guy." he shrugs.

I roll my eyes, "You are great though. Don't let anyone tell you any different."

"Well, it looks like Miss Sidle has had one too many, she's starting to be verbally kind." he says jokingly pulling my beer away.

"Ha, I'm serious." I think a second. I don't really know if I should say anything. "I'm probably the only one who will ever say anything, but you help me through my day. Oh, and a couple of beers isn't gunna get me to say anything I don't mean. It takes a bit more than that." I can feel myself smirking.

"Duely noted. Hey, do you wanna get outta here? Go some place less loud?" Greg leans over the table slightly.

"Less loud in Las Vegas? Are you kidding? Those places exist?"

"My place, your place, desert places... unless you just wanna go home and want me to go away." He leans back nervously, suddenly losing confidence.

"There's nothing to do at my place, I'm scared of your place, and it's too hot for desert places..." I think for a moment of the best option. "My place it is. I don't really feel like sleeping, anyway."

My place. There's more control there. And, well, I don't have to worry about driving anywhere.

"You're driving, by the way. You've had one, to my two... and a half." I say lifting up my half empty beer bottle.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

He pays the bill, and we're out the door.

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"Damn, this place is crazy clean." He traces his finger along the bookshelf.

"I'm not here long enough to make a mess, really. If I am here, I'm sleeping anyway." I'm not lying, I'm never at home, always working, sleeping or out somewhere.

I direct Greg to my couch and sit next to him, with a moderate space in between us. Close enough for now.

"How about a movie?"

"Wow, you have cable? Did see you as much of a TV person." Greg turns to face me a little almost in shock.

"It's for company, mostly. Plus, why not? I'm not exactly broke or anything. Might as well." I'm starting to rationalize. Damn Grissom's right again. Oh well. "What kind of movie do you wanna see?"

"Ooooh, something scary!" Greg shouts out almost too excited.

"Nice try."

"What...?" He thinks for a minute and starts to laugh. "You were the first person to go there!"

"Nu-uh. You know what I'm talking about, so you're just as guilty." I say pointing a playful finger at him.

He faces away from me and looks at the floor. I don't know what to do. Then it hit me, what am I doing? Holding myself back again. I put my hand on his back and he looks up at me.

"You know, a scary movie wouldn't be that bad." I can hear Greg breathe a sigh of relief. "So what will it be?"

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I begin to shift as sunlight peeks through my window. I open my eyes and analyze the situation and begin to smile when I see that I fell asleep in Greg's arms. I think he was watching me sleep.

"That movie must've really sucked." Greg laughs. "I don't even remember anything that happened in it."

"Me neither, but I don't think it was the movie."

"Yeah, I had fun last night, too." I feel him let out a light laugh as my head still lays on his chest.

We sit there for a few minutes while I let him run his fingers through my hair.

"Can you take me to go get my car? I left it at work." I look up to talk to him.

"How about we just go in together and you drive your car home after work?"

"That makes a lot more sense. You know people are going to make comments when we show up together, right?"

"Let them, Sara. Who cares? We'll just say we had the most amazing sex last night..." Greg shrugs sarcasticly as I sit up and smack him in the arm.

"Well, you're right in a sense. Who cares what they think?"

What am I hiding from? What am I waiting for to come along that is preventing me from living in the moment. I have a great guy right in my sights. Right on my damn couch. Looking me in the eyes.

I lean in and give him a kiss.


Once again. Review.

This was some fluff, but it progressed things, and I didn't really want to go with the "get real drunk and have sex" angle. It's too cute of a pairing for that. ;)