A/N: Reposting the chapter cause it is a tad confusing.
It had been a long time since she dreamed, usually too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep right away only to wake up not two hours later, feeling more tired than when she started.
She was seeing colours a lot of them, blending together in front of her face, she reached out to touch them and they moved, they were being pulled by something they to her looked like those long pieces of fabric that are moved around by a stick.
Reds, pinks, and purples danced twisting and turning all in front of her and she desperately wanted them to go away, they were making her dizzy. When pushed they went away, creating a door way into a small room. She stood in the middle looking up and around her the colours they danced around her but still enclosed her.
Looking down is when she saw him, standing in front of her clear as day, dressed in the clothes that she last remembered. His hair gently touching his face like a caress, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But he silenced her as he hugged her, only tight enough to get the point of how much he missed her across.
"But your dead why am I seeing you?" she asked quietly into his shoulder
"It's a dream Sara, you can see what ever you wanted to in your dreams"
"I never want to wake up"
"You will, you love to work" she looked down, his hand bringing it back up
"You got my letter right?" he asked her, staring her straight in the eyes, something that she loved
"Ya but what-"
"Sara wake up, I don't have much time"
"No"
"Yes come on, Sara please" only did the word please register into her brain and she rolled over coming focusing on something that she would swear she was still dreaming. She was about to scream, thinking that this was a sick and cruel joke but he covered his mouth with his hands, and she breathed in the scent of his soap.
"Don't scream, it's too early I cant get caught when I take my hand away are you going to scream?" wide eyes she shook her head no, and his grasp loosened until it was no longer there.
"What the fu-"
"I don't have much time, but promise me you will look closer into my death"
Still in shock she could only nod
"It's so good to see you" his arms around her, jarred her out of the trance, and she held on tightly and wept.
"But you're dead" she said into his chest, much like in the dream
"Ya about that" his head snapped up and she faintly heard a car door shutting.
"I have to go" he let her go, kissed her once and whispered I love you and was gone. Making her wonder if she should wake up now, but the insistent pounding at her door, told her she was in fact and hadn't dreamed that last little bit.
"Can I help you?" she got out before she was pushed out of the way, two men in suits walked into her apartment, guns drawn, shades considering that it was close to dusk.
One of the men stayed with her, while the other went off into the back.
"What fuck are you doing?" she asked, becoming annoyed that these two men barged in were going through her belongings with not even saying a word. The other man, one who was superior to the one who had stayed with her, it was hard to tell them apart, they wore the same suits, same gun, same shoes, and same characteristics in the face and hair. That's probably covered there eyes. So she couldn't tell them apart. Shook his head to the 'leader' and only then did he speak
"When is the last time you saw Mr. Gregory Sanders?"
"How is that any of your business?" she was waiting for it, the moment they shoved the gun in her face, and they didn't disappoint"
"August 22nd, talked to him the next day on the phone not even five minutes before his car flipped and rolled, caught fire and he burned to death. Now will you please tell me what the fuck is going on"
"Goodbye Miss Sidle" she couldn't see who said that, for both were on their way out the door. Going out as they had come in silently. Minus the banging of course.
She searched through everything, thankful that she had placed the letter, where no one would look to think. The break room, in the upper left cupboard behind Greg's secret stash, which to this day still hadn't been found.
This gave her the incentive she needed, something suspicious was going on and she wouldn't rest until she knew the truth about why Greg was in hiding.
After spending eight hours of cataloguing and processing evidence Sara was still on square one.
Sometimes the evidence you have is the evidence you need
Wishing for a hot meal, coffee, shower and eight hours of sleep she headed off to the break room for at least one of the four things. She also wanted to get laid to but that would have to wait too until she found the right candidate or she got drunk which wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Guess the coffee wasn't only on her mind she found Greg already there squirting ketchup into a chip bag.
She was just going to let it go. That's it, get some coffee and leave without asking why he had done that.
Curiosity killed the cat and she asked before she left
"Why did you put ketchup on chips when you could have bought the regular ketchup chips?" looking up from his bag he answered
" One because I can control the ketchup flavour, two because it tastes better, three I know its actually ketchup that's on there and four its easier to clean up just lick the fingers and go, with the chips you have to use your teeth to pull it off" he demonstrated licking his fingers and a mental picture flashed across her mind of her licking his fingers for him.
"Hello earth to Sara, would you like to try one?" he shook the bag
"Sure" she reached in, her fingertips met a warm gooey substance and she grasped a chip and stuck it in her mouth and started chewing.
"So does it taste good?" she swallowed and nodded.
"Want some more?" its not like she had anything better to do, oh right work.
"Love some" he took his feet off the chair across from him and sat up, offering her the bag, she dug in and grabbed some more.
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This time it happened when she was studying the crime scene photo's only this time he was above her telling her how good it felt to be inside her.
Still getting no where she decided to call it a day. A little disappointed that Greg hadn't wandered into the locker room after she had, she began in her own world of daydreams.
Images filled her mind as she put on her coat.
They were sitting in her apartment the lighting low, sitting across from one another both grinning widely clinking glasses.
Them stopping for gas, him looking incredibly sexy as he pumped into the car
finally him coming towards her wearing the same clothes he had on hours before pulling her roughly against him as his lips seared hers. In her day dream she slips her arms around his waist pulling him closer yet, her body flush against his. Touching from the waist down. His tongue slowly slipping past the barrier of her lips, sucking and tasting. Her coat felt heavy and she shrugged out of it, barely hearing the small thud as it fell from her grasp.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere else" whispered into her ear, her eyes opened and realized the last daydream had been in fact very real. She couldn't speak but nodded instead. He took her hand and lead her outside to his car, she wondered why she couldn't say anything but chalked it up to shock.
The car ride over was silent, both milling in their own thoughts about what had happened only minutes before, Greg was ecstatic because she actually showed PDA in the locker room and two because he was with her. Wildest dream come true.
Sara on the other hand was as ecstatic, she couldn't believe she had actually slipped and gave in to the whopping kiss. No PDA at work they both agreed, not mixing business with pleasure. And it had been fine for the last five months but something had changed today.
The relationship that had been semi-serious had been giving a violent shove into serious, kissing in the locker had been the cause. Don't get her wrong she actually liked it, knowing that it was okay to date someone from work and still keep it a secret, made the sex hotter.
"I wanna have sex in a parking lot" slipped from her mouth
Greg nearly slammed on the brakes but recovered quickly
"What brought this on?"
"I don't know just thought it would be fun to try"
"You mean in the car right?"
"where else would I mean?"
"Never mind"
A man stood in the shadows behind a tree, half a block down, watching the two men leave. That had been too close. And this time he had endangered Sara. She wasn't dead yet, they didn't work like that. But it was only a matter of time before they caught him, or killed her. Both risks he wasn't willing to take.
