Title: Dreams
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Characters: Greg Sanders/Sara Sidle, with mention of Gil Grissom
Prompt: #14. Chair
Word Count: 1589
Rating: PG-13 to an R (somewhat)
Summary: It was definitely a sight to behold.
Author's Notes: Wasn't sure what to rate it. I mean, it has a bit of curse. (Mainly concentrated to one paragraph.) And has scenes leading up to sex but.. alas, no sex for Greg. Sorry. Please note, basically most takes place while Greg's still a lab tech. The end, which might seem familiar, takes place during the episode "Big Middle" which is during season 6 (I think). And this is long... ;; Don't know why so long.

It was definitely a sight to behold. Greg Sanders was hunched over the break room table, sleeping away during his break. His head was leaning against his arm while it faced the room's door and anyone who might just glance into the room might think that he was glaring at them, but with shut eyes, of course. He suddenly broke out into a smile as though something good was happening in his dream.

"Hey, Greg! Nice dream!" A voice yelled loudly, startling him out of his deep sleep and out of his not so comfortable chair. Groaning, Greg blinked his eyes several times and patted himself down, making sure that every bit of him was still there.

He stumbled to grab the table and lift himself up when he noticed that the person who yelled at him had sat down. It became even worse when said person was exactly the same person he had been dreaming off. And not so much in the way she would've liked. His hand slipped off the table and he fell back to the floor, landing on his ass once again.

"Wow, Greg. You're usually not that clumsy," Sara Sidle noted as she started to prepare her small salad. She watched as he groaned and again grabbed hold of the table to push himself onto the chair. Pointing at the side of her mouth, she told him, "Uh, Greg? A little drool."

Greg patted the side of his face and as soon as he felt some of his drool, he wiped it off as quickly as he could. Giving an awkward smile to Sara, he slumped over the table once again, embarrassed completely. The entire room was oddly quiet, the only sounds he could hear were his own breathing and Sara's occasionally munching. This just led him to think about other things, such as the nice but not so nice, dream that he had just had.

"So... Whatcha thinking about?" Sara's voice once again broke through his thoughts.

Greg looked up at her and watched as suddenly his vision shifted so that what he had seen in his dream was projected onto his dream girl. Yeah... He wasn't sure he should really answer that-

He opened his eyes as though for the first time that day and blinked several times after to make sure he wouldn't "wake up" from what he was seeing. He could hardly believe his own eyes as he entered his bedroom after a VERY long shift to find Sara... on his bed... wearing obviously very little.

He swallowed hard, wondering what he had done to get such a ... gift? He felt his blood rush, concentrated to an area below the belt. Soon, he didn't care if this was real or a dream. All he cared was that it wouldn't end. He started to approach the bed slowly, not knowing if any sudden movements would cause Sara to just leave suddenly.

She instead shifted, smiling at him brightly (something that she rarely did), and beckoned him closer. She purred softly, patting the empty space next to her, "Relax, Greg. Lie down here."

Greg felt the room heating up quickly and tugged at his collar slightly. (Now he knew something was wrong because he definitely did not regularly wear collars. Who would when all you do is stay in a lab?) He soon was next to the bed and who was he to resist the alluring stare of Sara Sidle, the one person he had been desiring for a long time? It was like holding candy in front of a child and telling them they could take it if they'd like.

She purred once more, "On your back, Greg." And he knew it had to be a dream then, because when in hell's name did Sara purr? Not one to argue though, Greg quickly moved onto the bed. His mind started to pound, as did other parts of him. It escalated even more when Sara straddled him, pining him onto the bed. Gulping again for probably the twentieth time since this dream began, he stared at Sara, whose hands were starting to wander.

"Oh... Greg." Her sing-song voice called out. Greg gasped loudly when suddenly his vision started to faze. Moaning, he reached out to touch her only to discover his hands pass through air. Especially when there happened to be no Sara in front of him anymore. And they were no longer in his bedroom. And the REAL Sara was in front of him in the middle of the break room, looking rather bewildered at him. "Um, Greg? Did you just daze off on me?"

Groggily, Greg moaned before looking up at her. "Sorry," he muttered, his throat rather dry. He sighed again, wondering why the hell he felt so exhausted. He supposed the lack of sleep he had gotten for 4 days might've been the cause. After all, 8 hours of sleep for the entirety of those 4 days was probably not the best idea he had had in a long time.

His eyes started to blur again and Greg was almost afraid he had fallen asleep again. That was, until he realized that he was still in the break room and Sara was still in front of him. Then things began to change. Sara was not exactly in proper attire for work. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken (which he wasn't), she was basically wearing the same she had in his last dream. The same lingerie set. The same hairstyle (not that she changed it much) but it seemed to be more... silky and soft (was one way of putting it). He was even sure she was wearing the same perfume.

Breathing irradically, he murmured an "Oh, shit," right before Sara pushed the table away from her and Greg. He stiffened in his seat with wide eyes, wondering how far this dream would go. Sara got up from her chair in such a manner that Greg wasn't sure if the word sensual was even appropriate anymore. She slowly closed their distance (which he was grateful took less time than in most of his dreams) and soon straddled his lap. Without any ounce of hesitation, she took his head in hers and immediately brought their lips together.

Wanting to move even more, he suddenly took initative and acted back with as much passion as he had in him (which at this time was a whole lot). His hands rested on her hips while hers clung in his hair, desparately pulling him closer, a motion that was useless considering how close they already were. Soon, he couldn't hold himself back and his hands started to move to places he had only ever dreamed of touching.

Their lips parted and instead Greg started to trail his kisses along her jaw and down her neck, shoving aside the simple bra strap that laid there. Sara started to moan and soon Greg's blood was boiling. He didn't know how he knew, but he could feel the eye of someone in the distance. Prying himself from Sara and taking a breath that was desparately needed, he shifted slightly to look at the door.

And hell. Why the shit was his own dream fighting against him? Because fuck! If there was one person he wanted to see less, it'd be his fucking boss. A man who was now looking at the two with wide eyes. And if that didn't get a man down, he didn't know what else would. Greg choked back a curse and didn't know what he was supposed to do now. Now he knew what could top those showing up to work naked dreams. Fuck that. Now, Greg would be more than happy to wake up.

Which he did. To a very irritated Sara. "Damn it, Greg. If you're going to sleep while I'm talking, then at least warn a girl," she snapped before abruptly leaving the break room. Blinking several times, Greg watched her leave and examined himself, glad to know that nothing was ... too uppity (so to speak). Sighing, he rubbed his eyes, vowing never to sleep at work again because shit, if he had dreams like that more often, he didn't know if he wanted those dreams anymore.

Oh, who was he kidding? Like hell he wouldn't want those dreams, just better endings.

Months later, hell years later, he never had another thought to the dreams that... almost happened. He found that that day was just special and nothing of the sort ever happened again. He had pretty much forgotten them, as a matter of fact. It wasn't until Sara had said a phrase that was so familiar that he actually remembered them again, and this time, in not so much a bad sense of it either.

"Well, that's what the pulley is for, Greg, so relax and lie down on your back," the female smiled as she held onto the rope.

Sighing, because damn if that girl didn't have him wrapped around her finger, he proceeded to lay on the mattress. He smiled and jokingly, "You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once, except it wasn't a garage. And Grissom wasn't watching." Looking straight at her, he knew she was amused and decided to go in for the kill, "That was a different dream."

Just as an add in. I'm so not good at... semi sex scenes? coughs So all the badness. I apologize. Not used to it.