First Impressions

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 Four: Lost

Disclaimer: I wished I owned CSI, but the only thing I own is my own ass.

"You took heroin up the ass hole?" Sara giggled

"No. My roommate did," Greg denied.

"Why is it always your roommate who is doing the bad stuff Greg?"

"Maybe I am just a good boy."

"Yeah, just like I am a good girl," she laughed taking another sip on her coffee.

Sara looked into Greg's eyes, a playful smirk resting on her features, with that same glowing look returning to her.

The night had been nice.

The night had been amazing; She certainly hadn't seen that going out with Greg would be so fun and relaxing coming, but she was enjoying herself non the less. Greg was sweet, cute, funny, charming, but for some reason she kept holding back. Each time he flashed a smile Sara looked down at the table, fixated on the food in front of her. Each time he would reach for her hand or give a flirty jester, she would always look the other way, or merely smile. She knew he had to wonder what he was doing wrong. But that was the entire point of her avoidance.

He was doing everything right.

She had to regularly tell herself regularly that night she wasn't falling for Greg Sanders.

She couldn't fall for him. At the moment, he might be charming, funny, sweet and mature. But when works consumes them, again he will become the normal little annoying lab rat he truly is. She couldn't let herself fall for this man who wasn't really who he was to begin with, he was a friend, but nothing near what she needed in a relationship. She silently agreed with her thoughts, more by force than by free will. It was so hard not to fall for him, or at least fall into flirting with him. His eyes flickered with a glow of happiness, his energy radiating off him, his soft blond hair falling in his eyes. That adorable smile- those cute freckles.

Sara closed her eye, feeling the overwhelming need to bite her lip.

"You like him."

"No, no, no! You think of him as a friend, hell maybe even a close friend but never as dating material."

"But he is so cute."

It was official, Sara Sidle had gone completely out of her mind.

Greg was confused as hell.

One moment he was in his drive way, wanting to run his car into a ditch, the next he was sitting across from the woman of his dreams.

He had told himself regularly to behave himself that night. One false move, and he would never get a chance again. He had to make sure that he did everything right. And for the most part, he had. He didn't flirt too much, only when she began giving signals. He smiled, focused on what she was saying instead of her lips, or wondering what she looked like naked. He didn't flirt with the waitress, in fact he didn't even look at any other female at all. He was considerate, funny, and kept the conversation alive. He didn't act nervous or superficial, he was just himself. They had laughed, talked, shared secrets and even flirted.

So, where in the hell did he go wrong?

He didn't understand it at all. He did everything right and she had responded to him at first. Then all of a sudden, when he made his moves, she looked away or changed the subject. When he cracked a joke, she held in her laughter and only smiled. When he talked to her, she barely made eye contact. And when she began shifting in her seat and looking at her watch, he took it as a sign his only chance was officially over, not to mention a clear waste of her time.

So like any desperate, over the moon in love man would do in a time like that, he got the check and took his exit, his ego bruised and his character ripped away at the seems.

"I had a good time Greg," she said fiddling with her keys outside her car.

"Really? Because you didn't seem to happy," he pointed out nervously.

"Oh Greg don't take it personally-"

"How can't I?"

"Greg don't be mad its just, I see us more as friends. We can go out and things but only as friends. I am involved with someone else," she said quietly.

Hank

At that moment, Greg almost wanted to take his car and run it over that wimpy fag of a emt. Then again, at the same time he wanted to run it off a cliff. He, Greg Sanders, after years of working up his image and becoming the man he was, after getting so many dates and being able to get so many women, had once again, gotten the friend card.

So he did what any logical, heartbroken man would do.

He shot her down.

"Sara I don't know what idea you got from this, but I never meant for you to get that signal. I feel the same way."

As the words left his mouth, his heart broke in half.

"Great. I guess we are on the same page. We should do this again some time. It was fun. I have to go though, big day tomorrow. Bye," and without another word Sara hopped in her car and drove away.

Greg wanted to look up to the heavens and scream why. He wanted to cry, he wanted to kick Hank's ass. He wanted to kick Grissom's ass. But most off all he wanted to kick his own.

He had officially become the close friend.

"I am such a damn idiot."

At the thought, he stopped and asked himself.

"Why do I always tell myself that?"

A/N: Yes, yes I know I am horrible. :p The good stuff will be coming soon, I promise. R&R for more!