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 Five: Fork In The Road (4 Years Later)
Disclaimer: Oh so you think I own CSI huh? Dead Wrong.
The wind stinged Sara Sidle's face as she made her way through the old roads as she made her way further and further away from civilization. It was a simple case call out in the desert, an abandoned body in the middle no where. Grissom had told her to take Sanders; it would be good experience for him. And it was odd, the silence. Usually when she is on a case with Greg, she usually can't get him to stop talking.
Now she couldn't get him to start.
"Why so quite Greg?"
At first, he said nothing, just simply sat looking out the window in silence. But when she watched him turn, she was unprepared for what she saw.
Tears rolling out of his beautiful hazel eyes. She had never saw Greg get emotional before, maybe a little over his coffee, but no real emotion other than just pure happiness and randomness. Not until now at least.
Sara pulled off to the side of the road, and sat in silence for a moment.
"Go Sara. Just drive," Greg choked out, now staring out the window again.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," she said firmly.
Taking his soft, tanned hand in her hand, she squeezed it slightly into her palm. Taking her thumb, she stroked the top of his hand, waiting for him to speak to her.
"Talk to me Greggo. The Greggo I know always would."
"My dad died last night. Heart attack," he said still peering out the window.
But even with his head turned, she could still see the tears in his eyes.
"Greg, oh Greg look at me."
When he turned to her, her heart broke. She had never seen Greg like this. He was her best friend, and Greg never cried. But today he was crying his heart out.
"Come here. I am so sorry." She whispered, pulling him into her chest.
And he sunk into her arms and cried. Greg cried harder than he ever had before. He hadn't cried many times in his life. He cried when his dog died, he cried when he first scraped his knee, he cried when the neighbor stole his bike. But none of those things mattered, not after time. But today, sitting in the SUV, Greg felt like he was going to die. Like there was nothing else to live for.
His Dad was gone; he would never be able to talk to him again. And even if he didn't live with him anymore, he felt like it was his fault. He hadn't seen him for months, not since Christmas. And he would never see him alive again.
But even through it all, Sara's arms healed the pain. He couldn't tell you how long he cried, but in her arms, he felt free to cry. He knew she was different, she would hold him as long as he needed her to. She wouldn't tell any of the people that he cried, no one would know. She was there for him, she was everything he wanted and needed.
Her arms fit perfectly around his body. Sara couldn't tell you how long she held Greg, nor did she care how long she had to. He was broken, and she was the only one who now could let or care. And she didn't mind holding him; on the contrary, it was relieving. He fit perfectly into her, like they were made to hold each other. And even in the middle of the desert, miles away from their crime scene, none of any of their duties or work never mattered.
Even after Greg had stopped crying, she held him for a bit longer. Just taking the silence of the moment in. But even after he had sat up and she had continued driving, she still smelt his sweet sent on her. Lingering over her like the wind itself, that sweet, soft sent of cologne all over her. And in the weirdest way, it made her feel higher than any drug could take her.
It made her happy, The Sanders Sent made her happy.
"All this dust must be getting to me. I don't like Greg that way. Greg is my best friend. My friend."
Greg grabbed his case out of the back of the SUV as they pulled up outside of the desert side mini mart. The crime tape was already placed outside the parameter of the place, not that they needed it. Nothing but two cop cars and the coroner's vehicle was anywhere to be seen within the miles.
They were alone, completely alone.
He wasn't sure how to feel about what happened in the car. All he knew is that her sweet sent of soap and shampoo was all over him. That Sidle Sent, his drug, his sweet, sweet addiction all over him. And even through the pain of death, he smiled bigger than a kid in a candy store.
"She held me. Sara Sidle held me.""Hey you two get lost?" Jim called from the door.
"Yeah. Took a wrong turn at the fork," Sara said glancing over at Greg.
"The fork? Where was a fork at?"
"Later." She whispered into Jim's ear.
"Wasn't making out with Sander's was you Sara? I thought you had better taste," he teased openly.
"Greg's not that bad." She said grinning.
"At kissing or as a general person?" he said opening the door.
"Who knows?" she giggled. "What do we got Jim?"
"Female DB, no identification. Owner found her when he opened up."
"Coroner pronounce?"
"Yeah about an hour ago."
"Thanks Jim."
"Yeah, you mind if I take off Sara?"
"No go ahead. We will be okay."
"Okay. Bye. There is an officer outside watching you. Don't get to frisky with Sanders."
"Bye Jim."
Greg's face was burning, but his ego intact. He smiled, taking out his camera and took pictures of the body and crime scene.
"Thanks Sara." He said moving around her as she printed the counter.
"For what?"
"For not saying anything back there."
"You owe me. Now the entire lab thinks I was late because of a make out session."
Greg laughed taking one last shot before the coroners haled the body out.
A/N: So today was boring so I thought I would post the next Chapter. And just to clear a few things up, they do like each other as more than friends, but Sara is in denial and Greg is heartbroken. Now in this chapter they have made ammends and are close friends, but things can change, with some R&R of course . . .