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Author's Note: Whoa, sorry this has taken so long. Kitchener kinda took up my time this summer. Well, that and my friends constantly appearing at my door and whatnot. I've also been trying to pre-plan Cheesecake Fest 2006 which is a hassle all on its own. Means I have to write invitations, send them out/deliver them, make sure my dad knows what supplies to get and then make sure everyone I want to come RSVPs. Oh well, could be worse, right? Anyways, on with the chapter. If there are spelling mistakes or something random it's cause I have "Ellen" running in the background. Tee hee. Ellen.

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Sara could feel herself waking up and if truth be told, she didn't want to. She was afraid to wake up again. She didn't want to open her eyes and realize that Greg was dead. It was killing her to even think about it. Her world would fall apart again and she didn't think she could handle it anymore. If he wasn't there, she was going to kill herself.

She couldn't live like that; it was too horrible of a reality. It had taken him dying to realize what he meant to her, and she wasn't ready to live under the cloud of his murder anymore. She just couldn't.

Tears started to form in her eyes, slipping out through her eyelashes and sliding down her cheeks. She was so sick of it all, so sick of crying, sick of being alone. Everything really. She took a shaky breath, trying to calm her nerves as she opened her eyes. She let out a half nervous, half happy laugh when she saw Greg lying beside her. She couldn't control herself; she leaned over, kissing him hard on the lips.

Greg's eyes popped open, shock registering on his face for a few seconds before he started to kiss her back. He felt like he was taking advantage of her but she was the one who started things. After another couple moments his logical side snapped on and he pushed her away slightly. Eyes scanning her face he tried to make his mind process everything; despite still being in the euphoria from kissing Sara Sidle, the woman who he'd been in love with for years.

"Sara, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Kissing you," was the response as she leaned over again. Greg turned his head, avoiding her lips.

"Sara, we can't do this. You're in an altered state here, do you even want this to happen? Or are you just doing this cause of your dream? Do you think I'm Grissom or something? I can't be him Sara, you've gotta see that. All these years you've been in love with him, and now you're kissing me. I'm sorry, but I don't understand," Greg muttered, sitting up as he tried to rationalize the situation at hand. Sara took another shaky breath.

"Greg, my dream…it made me realize that I don't love Grissom. When I thought you were dead my world fell apart. I couldn't work; I couldn't think straight, I couldn't even eat. I was crying the whole time. It was the worst thing I've ever felt. You're my best friend Greg and…well…I'm in love with you. Please, you've got to believe me," Sara begged, turning his face so that he was looking at her. Greg searched her eyes for a moment before pulling her face towards his and kissing her with a passion so great Sara felt like she was going to pass out.

She didn't exactly know how it happened but they were suddenly lying on her bed, both of them naked and still kissing. It dawned on her then; they were going to make love. A few tears slipped out of her eyes again, this time they were happy ones. Greg loved her too, she knew that. Their physical union, even though it was still pending, was proof of that. She knew Greg wouldn't just fall into bed with anyone unless he truly loved them.

That's what made him different than the other guys. He wasn't in it just for the sex; he was in a relationship for love. Something strong and that would last longer than a few hours or days.

As their bodies joined as one Sara felt her head spinning. Nothing had ever felt like that before. But things were starting to fade from her vision. The objects in her bedroom were becoming blurry and it was becoming harder to concentrate on Greg above her. She didn't understand.

What was going on?

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He hadn't slept in nearly two days.

Not after the accident.

His life was a mess, everything was falling apart.

Grissom was unaffected, but he kind if knew his boss would act that way.

The words from the doctors still rang in his ears.

"She may never regain consciousness."

Sitting in the layout room he remembered their last conversation.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, just shut up already! God, you're the worst CSI ever! I don't see why I ever even bothered training you!"

Those had been the last words he had heard before the truck crashed into them.

He only had a few scratches, and a sprained wrist.

She had gone through the windshield.

And now, well, the doctors weren't hopeful.

They said she was going to die.

The thought alone made him want to cry.

That's when she walked in.

Judy.

"Um, the hospital just called, they said to send someone over….something's happening but they wouldn't tell me what…" she said, glancing around nervously.

And with that he was out the door, running for his SUV while tears fell freely from his eyes.

What was going on?

He couldn't face the thought of her probably flat lining as he sped out of the parking lot.

Something was happening.

He needed to know what it was.

Now.

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A/N: Ahh cliffie! Heh….sorry, I kinda feel like being confusing and annoying right now. Probably cause I have no idea what I'm doing with this resume that I'm supposed to write.

Nest chapter will be up within the next couple weeks. Don't worry, things will sort themselves out. I promise. Might not be exactly what you expected but I promise, I'm not going against my own rules here. ;)

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