Summery: Who ever said that first impressions matters the most never factored in over active sex drives, close work environments and dead bodies into the equation. Part One of the Until The Day I Die Series
Rated: T (might be m later for future chapters)
Chapter Two: Do You Prefer Anal Swabs?
Disclaimer: Me own zippo
He didn't know how to feel about Ms. Sara Sidle. She was a mystery, and he had never been so intoxicated by a mystery before. She rejected him, the first woman to not fall for his devilish charm. And that was what so amazing about her; she was unreachable. It was something he couldn't have, but Greg Sanders was determined. He was going to win over Sara, no matter how long it took.
"What is so special about her? I mean there isn't really anything that pretty about her. I mean look at that damn gap!"
"She did get rid of the coffee . . . . "
Greg shuddered at the thought of the coffee . . . that stuff would kill somebody someday. Good thing he had his Blue Hawaiian to tide him over.
"Maybe I can share some with her . . ."
"Oh yeah Sanders great thought! Your coffee! What next your soul? Geez. Your coffee! You wont even share that with Gil and he is your boss"
"But she was nice . . . and it could impress her . . ."
"Why the hell should I impress her . . . damn gap toothed-"
"Hey Greggo," came an amused whisper from the door.
He froze in his tracks. Just her simply saying his name ran all over him. She spoke it with a certainty about her, a certain amused quality. He let his eyes rise up her slowly, breathing deep as he met her eyes. She was slim, her curves not abnormally small or large. Her legs long and slim, stomach flat and tight as it rose up and down. She laid her head against the inside of the door frame, arching her neck slightly making him loose his breath.
"Pull it together Sanders . . . say hello . . .say hi Sara . . .Oh come on pull up your chin from the floor and say hello you idiot!"
"H-h-hi Sara." He said looking down at his sample he was currently working on.
She came over , sitting down on the stool next to him. Her plain brown hair falling down in her eyes, make up soft and but just enough to be breathtakingly beautiful.
"Smooth Sanders . . . Really smooth. H-h-hi Sara. Idiot."
"What cha working on?" she asked bending closer.
Then he caught it.
The smell of the Side Scent, that soft smell of flowers from her shampoo. She began to bed closer, and closer, until there skin touched ever so slightly. His hands began to shake slightly as she came closer.
"Damn hands."
"Blood sample for Catherine."
"Oh. You seem . . . short today. Whets wrong Greggo? Got stood up for a date?" she teased.
"More like I am nervous as hell because- oh she smells so good . . . snap out of it!"
"Nothing. Tired."
"Oh. long day huh?"
"Yeah, long day."
"You know you look cute today." She complimented in best intentions.
And he fell out of his chair.
Greg his the ground with a hard, painful thump. He closed his eyes and cursed openly and let his head fall against the cabinet.
"I am such a damn idiot!"
"Greg! You fell your not an idiot because of it. Calm down!"
"Sorry Sara. Bad day."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Nah its okay. Just some girl who doesn't know I'm alive."
"Well she must be blind. You're an amazing guy Greg."
Greg blushed as she said the words.
"I'm amazing . . . ."
"Sara do you- do you prefer anal swabs or mouth swabs?" he spat out walking to the other side of the room.
He heard her giggle and get up from her chair.
"Bye Greg."
"Anal Swabs?? Anal Swabs?"
"I am such a damn idiot."
A/N: I hope you like it! R&R for more!