A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I've had some stuff going on in my life that's been messing with me a little in my head. Falling in love with your best friend sucks. I don't recommend it at all.


I've noticed that I've been smiling quite a bit more now that me and Greg threw things out in the open. With the smiles, came looks from the other CSIs. We're trained to notice those kinds of things, so I guess I should expect it.

"Hey smiles, what's with you lately?" Nick Stokes gives me the slightest shoulder push with his fist.

"What? I can't be happy now?" I throw up my arms, not really angry at him.

"No, you can be happy, but you can share, too. I wanna know what makes Sara Sidle smile more times than not. Usually it's the other way around." Nick thinks for a moment. "Gee you and Greg sure have been chummy lately..."

I can feel my eyes bulge, and then I try to play it off.

"Aha!" Nick points his finger at me. "Warrick owes me..."

"No no no... don't tell anyone!" I say as he leans his back against the wall and grins, "I mean... I don't even know what it is yet. We only really hung out once and we didn't even really do anything. So don't say anything, for... give it a week. Please?"

He sighs. "Okay Miss Sidle. One week, to the minute."

Nick can be nice sometimes, but others he's a real bastard.

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Nick knows, I wonder if he can actually keep a secret as silly as this one for a week. I doubt it. I gotta work fast, I guess. I feel someone pull me into the locker room as I walk by it.

"Greg, I presume." I say smiling and facing him as he flashes me a goofy grin.

"So... I was thinking. We could hang out at my place tonight. I cleaned it... it looks really nice, I promise. Well, not as nice as your place, but it's presentable... to a fine lady like yourse..." I cut him off by putting my finger on his lips.

"You must answer me one question first. What is this?"

"What do you mean by 'this'?"

"Me and you." I take my hand down.

"Well... I was really hoping that you would be my girlfriend." He thinks for a second. "You know, that term sounds very high school no matter how old you are when you say it..."

"Yeah, I know right?" I laugh and shake my head, "Greg, I would be happy to be your girlfriend. I'm a little hesitant on going to your place, but I trust you." I give him a quick peck on the lips, ruffle his hair and walk towards the door.

"Hey! I just made it look nice!"

I catch his words, chuckle slightly, and am out the door. Back to work. All work and no play makes Sara a dull girl. Tonight, I play.

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"Well, you didn't lie. It's cleaner than I expected. I trust I won't accidentally sit on any whoopi cushions, correct?" I give him a look and make slow strides towards his couch.

"Nah... all my girlfriends kept cutting them up, so I stopped buying them. Appearently it's not supposed to be funny anymore after you're twelve. Personally I disagree." He motions for me to sit.

He sits beside my and holds my hands in his.

"Why me?" I find myself asking flatly. I can't believe I asked him that. I can't breathe as I wait for a response.

"Well, Catherine's a MILF and everything..." he says looking up in the air, obviously not being serious and I free my hands and give him a quick shove.

"Seriously..." I let him hold my hands again.

"Well, this has been a thing that's gone on in my mind forever. You've shot me down so many times, but I was never gunna give up. I would ask you out on your damn wedding day, I'd show up at your hotel at the honeymoon. Sara, you're more special than you let yourself think. You make me feel like I'm in junior high again and everytime you look in my direction I feel my heart beat faster." I feel his hands begin to sweat as he looks into my eyes.

I feel a warm tear going down my cheek as I laugh it away, "How could I have been so stupid? I completely saw through you."

"But you know what? We're here. Right now. And it feels so much better than I ever dreamed it would be." He wipes my tear away and put his hand lightly onto the top of my head and runs in through my hair and traces my jaw line.

"You dreamed... about me?"

"I guess I'm a dreamer." He leans in and kisses me for a moment and pulls backwards slightly and grins.

I return the kiss except with quite a bit more force knocking him backwards so he's laying back on the couch. I slowly climb to his lap as his arms wrap around me and crawl up my back. I touch my forehead to his and smile. "God Greg."

He continues to moves his hands up until he hits my bra strap and looks into my eyes as if to ask permission. I nod, but try to contain myself. He can't know I want it like he does. He can't know I need it like nothing I've ever needed in my life before. He undoes my bra, but he isn't moving fast enough. God, this is gunna kill me, I know it.

After a few seconds of thought, I pull my long sleeve shirt off. I don't care anymore, I need this. I need to feel free.

I start working the buttons on his shirt blindly as I suck on his neck. "Sara... I never woulda guessed."

"Guessed what?" I sit up and stop suddenly.

"That you'd be half as turned on as I am." He smirks.

I loop my finger in his necklace and pull his face closer to mine. "I woulda never guessed that I'd be either." Our lips connect as the speed is brought to a whole new level.

I've never shed clothes so fast in my life. Not even when we were being decontaminated from that mold infested house. Before I knew what was going on I found myself in Greg's bedroom looking up into his eyes. The moonlight shining in from the window made his eyes sparkle just right. Everything was so right.

"Are you sure?" Greg asks me, it's kind of cute how he thinks he has the upperhand just cause he's on top.

"Greg, I was sure when you wiped my tear away. I've never been so sure of something in my whole entire life." I tell him as I reach my hand up and touch his chest and slowly move that same hand up to his jaw cupping his face.

Smiling all along the way.


A/N: I hope you liked. Anyway, I might be able to write more now that my best friend is out of town for the week. I can't guarentee anything, because sometimes I just shut down without him inspiring me. He's what makes me happy and it's pretty hard to keep a story happy when you're so down. :(