A/N: Want to get this story out of the way before school starts back up again. Along with a few other things. Working hard on all unfinished things, like Caricture of Intimacy, that should be updated within the next few days. All depends on how my days go. Moving soon too so, my time is stretched pretty thin. Anyways enough of my rambling onto the chapter.

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"You're a tease" Greg eyed Alison the moment she walked out of the en-suite bathroom, in baby doll pajamas. His eyes soon resumed to their place, staring at the unopened envelope from Las Vegas

"It's also the thirteenth day is been over a hundred" she paused at the edge of the bed, removing her watch

"Why not wear them every night?" he had a hard time taking his eyes off her, the envelope in his hands forgotten

"You still haven't opened that?" she pulled up the covers and climbed in, changing the subject

"Can't bring myself to do it" he stared at it, hoping he could figure out what was in the envelope, he was drawing a blank.

She reached over, grabbing it out of his hands, he opened his mouth to protest but she stopped him.

"How about it if I find out what it was you can guess if you don't want to know"

"Isn't that the same if I open it and find it out?"

"Yes but its not as fun" she turned it over ready to open

"Give it back" he outstretched his hand

"No" she tore it half open

"Yes" he reached over prepared to take it away, she held it out of his reach.

"Give it to me" he tried reaching her hand, but he was just shy of reaching her hand

"No" she wriggled to get away from him

"Alison"

"Greg"

"What's the worst that can happen?"

"The world could explode"

"Maybe their writing to say they want you back"

"Right" he sarcastically replied

"Just let me open it"

"Fine" he rolled off of her, her frowning at the loss of contact but she opened the letter and read it over

"You're invited to Gilbert Grissom's retirement party this Saturday"

"That's it?"

"Yep, not even a RSVP number, they must be pretty sure you're coming"

"Hmm" throwing the blankets off him, he swung his legs over the edge, and rested his head in his hands

"What's the matter?" she kneeled behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and placed a kiss to his shoulder

"It's nothing"

"Are you sure?"

"No but it's got to be"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's really nothing, it happened a long time ago" he took hold of her wrist, gently placed a kiss to her pulse spot

"It's not something you wanna tell me is it?"

"If it's had any importance I would tell you"

"So are you going?"

"Probably not"

"He was your boss, you should go"

"What about getting time off?"

"You are forgetting that I'm the assistant supervisor, taking time off shouldn't be a problem, you've got some time saved up"

"And you?"

"What about me?"

"You're going to come aren't you?"

"You want me to come?"

"Yes please"

"Alright"

Now how do I tell her why I left in the first place?

That's something I'm staying out of

Great thanks

Anytime

rulerstillisntworkingsowritingwordshereinstead

Las Vegas

Sara Sidle poured herself another, really this was pathetic drinking her life away, but if only for a little while it got rid of the pain.

The pain of through one of the best relationships down the tubes because she didn't have her best friend by her side telling her that he was happy for her.

No she had no one to blame but herself, she had lead Greg on while waiting for Grissom, she knew what she was doing, had felt in power, because she couldn't control the situation with Grissom, she had strung Greg only just enough to let him think it might lead to more, giving her at least some power.

How stupid could she have been? She had taken an innocent mans heart, squeezed it, ripped it out of his chest, and then she had pureed it to make sure that it was unidentifiable for anyone else to see. Without another thought or care.

She downed her drink, already pouring herself another. She drank enough to give her a good buzz, but not enough that she was completely drunk, that she would get a DUI, when she was called in.

She didn't someone trying to reach out and tell her they were there, that they had gone through it themselves, nothing she hadn't heard before. She wasn't a child she could handle herself.

She was sure feeling it now, wasn't she. Drinking herself to an empty bottle, early grave and not caring who she hurt in the process. If you hurt a person how can they pity you?

Poor Sara, let's not talk to her because we don't want her getting mad us, so she'll snap like her mother and kill us.

Let's laugh at Sara for wearing grubby second hand clothes because the foster parents spent all the money they got for her on booze and drugs.

Let's make fun of her because she's a nerd, and no one likes nerds. And while we're at it, make fun of the gap in her teeth. Because you have to have pearly whites that are all the same size, all nicely aligned so it makes you look like a horse (Hilary Duff)

No pity for her, all she needed was a full bottle of alcohol.