And you don't ever notice how I stare when we're alone,
Or wonder why I keep you on the phone
"Greg. Greg! GREG!!" Sara called out.
"What! Why are you screaming at me, I'm right here!" Greg angrily replied.
"Your body may be here but your mind definitely wasn't just a second ago. What's up, Greg? You look exhausted. What've you been up to yesterday?"
"The usual. And thanks for the compliment."
"The usual. Now I know exactly what kept you awake," came the sarcastic reply.
"You know, I was at Nick's and it got late."
"Late, of course," Sara's voice trailed off. "And would you care to elaborate what you two have been doing that kept you up so late?"
Greg blushed slightly. "Playing games. What do you think?"
"Games, huh?"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous! What do you think, that we made passionate love right then and there on his living room floor?" he snapped.
"Well, there are worse things than that, aren't there?"
"You know what, can we just go back to the evidence? I'd like to finish so I can go home and catch up on some sleep."
Sara nodded. She was a bit surprised at the strong reaction she had got. Usually Greg was all in it for a little bantering and teasing.
Greg gave her a small smile but before he could turn his attention back on the knife his look fell on something behind her. Sara was fascinated by the sudden shift of emotion on the younger CSI's face. She turned around curiously and saw Nick standing in the hallway, waving at Greg and making a motion towards his watch.
She frowned. Hadn't Greg just told her he needed to catch up on some sleep? But Nick's actions clearly indicated that they had a date. A date? Sara turned back to Greg. Although his whole attention was now focused on the evidence in front of him somehow his features had lost all the tension that had been there before. She looked back and forth between the hallway and her colleague across the table and smiled.