Thank you to my reviewers: Malsy,Katherin Bend,csiwolfe08

Sorry it took so long, I'm writing two storys at once.

Don't worry I'm not gonna make Ryan's life miserable. I like him and Greg.

Janie

and review

"Lenne." Greg Sanders was in pursuit of a slender brunette figure that was ducking and putting as many objects between them as possible. He grunted as his shin in an act of sheer clumsiness knocked into a wall edge, he was inches from her. "Lenne."

The smaller female spun around on her heels to face him. "What!?" She snapped her blue eyes widening as he almost collided with her. She was foaming at the mouth.

"Don't what me. You know what. I should be the one asking questions remember? You left without a single note. I had to find out from your uncle Grissom where you went." Greg stood up straight a small tinge of pain smoldering in his shin.

"Fine." She adverted her glance to the other young man that was trying to conceal himself just in earshot. "Just not here."

"Then let's go home." Greg eyed her expecting her to rage.

"Home. You mean the home I found you at with her in your bed." She bite her lip and turned once more and left him a lock of her long hair hitting his nose.

Greg followed her out the door towards where her white impala was parked. He made sure to note they were out of prying ears and eyes. "Why here? I'll skip the scene in which I found you at for now. You could have followed the evidence for this case back home. We're not supposed to get personally involved in a case Lenne."

She rested against the car and clutched her bag to her chest taking a deep breath. "Greg. I just don't think-"

"Think what? I don't know what to say okay. Sarah and I knocked back some drinks I don't know what happened. When I woke up you where standing there and she was in bed." Greg moved closer to her and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm no better. I ran from the problem and I- just no better."

"Look I figured you slept with Wolfe. Hey we're even."

Lenne glared at him, a menacing smile planted on her lips. "Even? Your kidding right? I really don't think a relationship should be based on a scale."

Greg shook his head in agreement. "Your right."

Lenne unlocked her car and tossed her bag in. "You know I always thought you loved Sarah." Lenne smiled at him and climbed inside. She didn't even allow him time to utter a reply as she drove away.

"I don't, I love you." Greg uttered at the disappearing taillights in the distance, his left hands thumb twirling his wedding band around.

"Hey Lenne, this is Ryan. Look I don't know what just happened, um anyway can you call me back.' Lenne snapped her cell phone closed and sighed tossing it on the counter of her hotel room. She plunged herself on the heap of what they called a 'bed'. Ryan was a good guy, to good for her. Then again he was a lot different from her husband. Oh yeah. Greg loving, loyal husband of three years was also in the picture.

You could scratch the loyal part.

Lenne frowned, how could things be back to normal with Greg now? She retched the cell from her pocket and dialed the number. A butterfly crept its way from her stomach to her throat. "Hell-hello?" Stuttered the voice.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah. Hey."

"Look, trust me that's not how I wanted you to find out. Greg and I are separated." Lenne kicked of her heels and attacked the tight panty hose.

"I guessed. I just didn't guess you were a Mrs." Ryan joked irritation in his tone.

"I'm not. I mean I was at one point, just stuff happens." Lenne's nails scratched a run in her only remaining pair of hose.

" So what are you going to do? I mean I'm a little confused here, you aren't using me are you?" Ryan questioned, his voice husky.

"If I was, would I tell you?"

"Good point." Ryan laughed obviously nervous. "So then are you available? I mean I know there's the whole Greg thing so I'll understand."

Lenne closed her eyes and remembered the scene she had walked in on over a month ago. "I'd like to try again. But I really can't promise anything until I talk to him."

"Tomorrow, that little Italian restaurant next to the water."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow at work." Lenne was blushing as she hung up. She got up and caught her reflection in the mirror and pulled her hair into a ponytail. A soft knock on the door jerked her attention. The pizza guy, she had almost forgotten she had ordered a pizza. She grabbed the twenty from the drawer and opened the door.

"You've got to be kidding me." Lenne made to close the door only as a heavy foot in the doorway.

"Berlenne Sophia Sanders, please wait. I already paid the guy." Greg pleaded.

With a cold glare Lenne let go of the door and sloped into the leather chair by the bed. "Make it quick."

Judging by the bottle of captain Morgan's and the dr. pepper he had in tote with the pizza, it wasn't about to be quick. He plopped down on the bed and opened the pizza box. "We need to talk." He offered her a paper plate with a large bacon slice on it.

"No kidding." Lenne pulled out her bag and surmised a few napkins and tossed them at him. "I know how you are." He looked up at her a tiny spot of sauce visible on his lip.

"I'm sorry, I want us to work. Look I know I can't just erase what Sarah and I did. We make this work; we got married for a reason. I know you've been here for a month, and I don't know how serious your relationship is with Wolf. I love you. Let's try." Greg was giving her the look. His classical, sad puppy dog eyed look.

Lenne was choking back her angry tears. She wiped a folder she had stowed in her bag at him. She looked away, avoiding his eye. Greg set down his pizza and opened the folder. He remained emotionless and silent as he thumbed through the papers. "Divorce." He turned his gaze at her, his eyes swollen. "That's it, a divorce. You don't even want to try?"

It head and think it all through."

"So you slept with Ryan Wolfe. You call that clearing your head?" His voice rose louder than before.

Lenne retrieved two four shot glasses from the kitchenette. She poured a shot of dr.pepper and a two shots of captain Morgan's. She had meant them for herself, but before she could reach for either, Greg had emptied all three. Lenne grabbed the bottle of Morgan's and gulped down a large amount, choking on the taste. "You know Greg alcohol is were it all starts."

"Okay, so what are we going do about this situation?"

"Give it six months." Lenne smiled taking another large drink before Greg snatched the bottle away.

"Six months? Your joking right, you mean dating. Like you and me just dating. The last time you said that was when I proposed." Greg smiled back at her, stealing a swig.

"Greg in all fairness, it was our second date." Lenne smirked.

"I thought we hit it off."

"Yea, well look where it has lead us." Lenne reminded him, snatching the bottle from him.

"I don't want to try Lenne, you're my wife, the only one I want to be with." Greg shook his head. "It's him isn't it?"

Lenne adverted her eyes. "Who?"

"Wolf. I got it, you like him don't you?" Greg chewed his tongue offering her a look of disgust.

"Lets not got there." Lenne shot him a warning look.

Greg stood up and finished the last of the Morgan's. He watched Lenne grab a bottle of Smirnoff from the fridge and take a long drink. She brought the bottle with her as she inched towards him. He crossed his arms, "it was one time with Sarah. Can you say the same?" He retched the bottle from her causing her to push him back onto the bed.

Lenne pushed him down, and climbed atop him and slammed his arms to his side with her own. "Yeah, so I like Ryan."

"Bitch." He teased. He pushed up and brought his lips to his drunken wife.