A/N: Alright you conned it out of me, here is without a doubt the last chapter. Wow, typed and posted in under half an hour, a new record for me! And now I'm off to school.
Two Months Later
Greg snuggled into his pillow, his mind in nether nether land as he rolled away from the racket he would later find out was Sara's voice.
"Greg get up"
"fiiwelmoney"
"What was that? Sara throw cold water on me? Sure gladly" she disappeared only to return a few minutes later with a jug of ice cold water.
"Greg are you getting up?"
"Of course I am" he mumbled into his pillow "just five more minutes"
"You've had twenty-five more minutes"
"What's five more going to hurt?"
"It will make us late"
"No one's stopping you from going to work, take your vehicle"
"Hello! Environmentalist freak, save gas, and cut down on pollution if we take one car"
"Forgot sorry, maybe all this tofu and vegetables are making me forget"
"Nice try, I'm giving you two minutes to get out of bed, or I'm dumping water on you"
"Okay I'm up, geez" he half fell, half stood getting out of bed. She sat the water down but neglected to move from her spot.
"What? Can't a man have a little privacy?"
"We both know the moment I leave, you'll crawl back into bed"
"No I won't"
"Yes you will, go on get dressed"
"I'm going, I'm going" he moved past her to the closet, blindly grabbing a shirt and pants, that would teach her to rush him. He hoped they didn't match.
"I liked it better when I was dead, didn't have to listen to you" he mumbled under his breath but she caught it and grabbed his arm.
"Don't ever say that again" and he was an ass, he knew how much it affected her, and he had gone and slipped.
"It didn't… come out right" he stumbled with his answer "what I meant was that I didn't have to be rushed to get dressed, I could take all day if I wanted to. That's all. Don't you know how much I love you?" he lifted her chin with his finger.
She didn't answer him.
"Sara answer me"
"Yes I know how much you love me, but you have a weird way of showing it"
"You mean by faking my own death just so hired goons wouldn't come after you? I think that is pretty selfless in itself"
"Just promise me that you wont ever do that again"
"Nope, can't say I've tested evidence against a mob boss since"
"You better not have"
"Believe me between you and Grissom, those are the only bosses I need"
"Promise?"
"Promise, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye" he smiled and pulled her close.
He just wished that Wendy was as lucky as him, not lying six feet under, a stone on top marking her grave.
