Because everybody, even Sara Sidle, deserves to have days when happiness is bordering on freakishness.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of it's characters though I'd love to take home Greg's shoulders.
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Happy. That's what she always was when she was with him. Happy. She looked up from the microscope and saw her reflection in the glass one day, and that was when she realised how happy she was. There was the extra glint in her eyes even though she was tired from having worked a double. There was an extra bounce in her step even when she was on her way to the Coroner's. She was smiling to herself at the weirdest times, even during times when Ecklie was being a bitch. It made him all the more annoyed to find her smiling while he was giving his speech on the integrity on the lab, but she was so darn happy she really couldn't care less. She often found herself humming songs that he listened to in the car on the way to work, those weird kinds she never actually liked. She just had to face it. She was happy. It was a simple word to describe a simple feeling.
There was just something about him that could make her forget all the horrible deaths that she faced everyday in work. He could make her laugh even while they were processing that most gruesome of murders, he could make jokes out of the stupidest things on the way to the scene, he made her laugh just for being crazy sometimes. She secretly thought that Greg was in fact, Happy itself.
Being this happy was something that was new to her. Yes, of course in her life she did occasionally feel happy, she was not a sadist after all. For example, there was the time when she graduated from university, or when she solved her first murder. But this, this was something entirely different. This was not the Yes-I-finally-accomplished-something-therefore-I-am-elated happy. This was just plain old I-just-feel-happy-because-I-am happy. She was so happy she could jump for joy and land on Cloud 9.
It was quite gross, this happiness she felt. It was almost to the level of the sacharine, overly cheerful Christmas-sy mood. It was the equivalent of White Weddings and red roses for Valentine's day. It was the fake, plastic-ky, giddy happiness you'd associate with mega-watt smiles. But she really couldn't help feeling that way. It wasn't something she made herself feel. Like it or not, she genuinely was happy.
She was catching up on her paper work when she heard a knock on the door frame. She looked up and there he was. His hair unkempt, his lips twisted into that familiar cheeky grin, his eyes focusing only on her.
"You finished soon?"
She nodded and grabbed her stuff. Time to go home. With Happy.
A/N: Yeah, I'll admit, it's a little freaky. But come on, everybody should feel this happy once in a while, right?