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 Three: The Hell With It
One Year Later (Sometime After Organ Grinder)
Disclaimer: What I wished I owned and what I own are to very different things.
She said hadn't said no. But yet in the weirdest way she hadn't said yes either. But she had answered. It had been an okay but no promises. And that is why it hurt so much. She hadn't given him a real answer.
Greg slipped off his white lab coat, slipping it into his locker and grabbed his blue jacket out with a deep sigh. He looked down, shaking his head in sadness, what would he tell the lab. Hell, how could he tell Catherine she stood him up for a case? For Grissoms orders.
God he hated that man sometimes.
"On the case Greggo."
The way he had put emphasis on his name. Her nickname for him. It was there inside joke that had somehow floated all over the lab.
And even after she had rejected him, he couldn't get her off his mind. The way she smelt, and how she had smiled at him. It was like a drug, it ran through him like it was a high to him. So he had tried again, and those words. Her reaction had been priceless. Those simple words, leaning so close to him, her hands on his chest. Her touch to him had felt like liquid fire.
"I could really just kiss you right now," she whispered.
"Why had I turned around? If I hadn't moved, she would have kissed me. I could have had my moment. But no I had to take it slow."
Greg fixed the collar of his jacket and stood staring at himself in the mirror.
He didn't look to bad. His blond hair still gelled and spiked from when he started his shift sixteen hours ago. His clothes slightly wrinkled, but he still had a good and fresh look to him.
"I don't look to bad for a man with almost maxed out overtime. Better than Gil does after he has rest."
"What is so great about Grissom? He's not even attractive. How does he get close to Sara and I can't?"
"Hey Greg. How did that date with Sara go?"
"Its not a date . . . . I am going to get her," he lied.
"Oh you going to try to get some?" Nick asked suggestively
"Oh yeah," He whispered leaving the lab room.
"She stood you up didn't she?"
"That obvious? I mean is it written across my face with a Sharpie?"
"No. I know Sara, and I know you. Sara loves her job Greg. Give her time. Ask her again, when you are both off duty."
Greg smiled and walked out of the locker room, tired and fed up with the way things in his life went. He wanted to be out on the field . . . but more than anything he wanted Sara.
Some how it all felt like a dream. How she had rejected him for her job. It wasn't like a real rejection, but it was enough to have brought his self esteem to a halt. They had all noticed it, he had earned a few stares and pats on the back. But all he really wanted was for Sara to change her mind. He had tried so hard.
"Hey Greg how about that break?"That is all Greg wanted.
Then, just as he pulled into his drive, the cell phone rang.
"Hey Greg!"
"Wonder what is wrong with him tonight?"
Sara Sidle had been through a long night. Way past over time, and to top the cake there murder suspects got off because no jury would by the evidence. All she wanted was to go home and drink a couple beers.
"Hey Sara. How did your break with Greg go today?" Nick asked.
"Oh that. I forgot. Hot case."
"Maybe you should call him now. Go out to the diner to eat." He suggested.
"I know you are not trying to set me up with Greg Sanders?" she asked astonished.
"No. No of course not. Your just both off shift, you told him you would."
"Nick, I know Greg is your buddy. He is nice, but I am not going to date Greg Sanders."
"Why not? Sara did you see him today? After you said no. He was heart broken. He likes you Sara. And you told me he was the nicest person to you when you first came here."
"So?"
"So, he deserves to take a 'break'. He deserves a break with you," Nick said finally after walking out the door.
"Greg Sanders. Nick can't be serious. I mean Greg?"
"Okay so he is cute, and funny and charming . . . wow wait its Greg . . . no no no! Oh hell with it. What is Greg's number?"
"Catherine! What's Greg's cell number?"
"Why?" she asked.
"No reason. We were going to go on break together. Though I might be able to catch him at the diner," She said without making eye contact.
"Oh. 555-6787. Have a good time."
Sara shook her head sadly and dialed the number quickly. She would bet that in an hour half of CSI would get 'the news'.
"Sanders?"
"Guess who?"
"Sara?"
"How about that break you promised."
"Maybe Greg isn't that bad after all . . ."
A/N: Hey everybody. Yeah I know long time no me, but I have an excuse! I have been diagnosed with mono. I have been wayyyy to tired to do anything lately, but I decided to get on and post. Sorry the chapter wasn't that great, but I had lack of inspiration for this one, after the next few, it gets better. I am sort of skipping through time at the moment, going over some events and when i get to the time point I want it will go smoothly. sigh I just watched the new episode. My mom has recently become just as addicted to CSI than I am. Of course, she supports snikers, I support sandle, when we watch the episodes on disk the conversations get heated. Of course, we had little Sandle so I am going to go gloat. I will post more soon. Bye