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 Eight: Terrified.
Sara scared shitless.
Yesterday was well gone and as the clock ticked nearer and nearer to time for work, her heart pumped a little faster, her breathing became a little more ragged. She just wanted to run away at the thought of him, and she hadn't even left her apartment.
She tried to convince herself that it would be okay. But deep down she knew that it was going to be harder than she was telling herself it was.
She regretted leaving. She regretted being this . . .
Scared.
Of what?
Greg?
Being used?
Or just afraid that Greg Sanders, ex lab rat, CSI level one, Marilyn Manson fan, wanna be rock star, surfer, sailor and everything in-between, could be her soul mate.
She was scared. She didn't want to be.
But she couldn't help it.
He was so damn addictive and she wasn't even with him.
He could have any girl.
Anyone at the snap of his fingers. So why did he pick her?
She would never be able to understand it.
"My stupid hair."
"My ugly face."
"My weird nose."
"And my damn gap!"
She wasn't good enough for him. Not anywhere near it, the type of person he deserved was better; the type person he deserved was . . . almost perfect.
Just like he was.
He was the closest thing to perfect she had ever seen.
The clock chimed.
It was time.
Dday.
Taking a shuddered breath, she stood up shaking and walked out the door.
The drive to the lab was long and full of torture. Traffic was abnormally slow, or maybe it was just her. A strange mixture of terror and anticipation filled her.
Wait . . .
What the hell was she going to do?
She couldn't run up to him and just say sorry. Or ramble pathetically.
That would be a turn off for him.
"I shouldn't be caring what is a turn on for him!"
"Yes I should!"
"I am going crazy," she said parking her car.
What was she going to do? What was she going to say?
"Hey Greg I am crazy about you and I can't get enough of you!"
Oh yea go the needy route! Great!
This was useless.
She walked into the lab; she felt every eye on her, eating at her back. But in reality no one stared, no one was acting abnormal at all.
Except for Sara, and a certain significant other.
Sara's heart raced terrified as she saw him.
Gil.
She knew she had to do it sometime.
So, with a deep breath she walked up to him.
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
"About . . us."
A few minutes later, Gil and Sara hugged, more relived and happy than they had been all year. Sara and Gil both decided they were both better as friends and decided to stay that way. Mentor and student, father figure and daughter figure, friends.
But the happiness quickly faded.
Because just as she excited the room, in the distance she saw him.
His eyes hollow of emotions, he head hanging low.
She walked up to him, slowly a first.
"What am I going to do???"
But as she drew nearer to him.
It clicked.
She broke into a run, stopping quickly in front of him,
"Sara-"
"Shhhh."
She grabbed his hands, pulling him along around the corners. As she rounded the corner, she looked around.
For somewhere, anywhere safe so she could take him.
Then it hit her.
The showers.
She busted through the doors of the showers, quickly locking them after making sure she was alone.
"Sara I-"
"Shh." She whispered before she pressed her lips against his.
A/N: Woops did I just leave that on a cliff hanger? I did didnt I? Sorry it was so short, next one will be longer . . . and better . . . woops to much. Now in order to get this next slightly dare I say it . . . coughsmutycough chapter i need all of you on the favorite and alert list to review!