Geek to Chic

Rating: It's safe.

Disclaimer: I don't own Greg or Sara or Catherine or Gil... need me to keep going?

Summary: Greg Sanders, geeks of all geeks, desperately needs help getting someone's attention at the lab.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I've been so busy with all these final projects and what not. LOL. But I still find a way to update some of my stories. I promise, over the Christmas holidays, I'm not gonna have ANYTHING to do. So that means... WRITING-SPREE! LOL!

10 DAYS UNTIL MY 15th BIRTHDAY (Dec.28th)

"Okay. Remember, you've got to make the first move." Catherine swatted Nick and Warrick away from him.

"Don't listen to those two idiots. Just treat her with respect and you won't be limping down the stairs. Okay?" Gil softly tugged on her arm.

"Cath, don't. You're scaring him!"

"I'm not sca-ared."

"Just remember. Where a cond-"

"NICK!"

"What!?"

"Better safe than sorry," Warrick commented. Catherine put her hand to her mouth and giggled at the thought of a pregnant Sara. Greg stood back, horrified, and watched his four co-workers argue.

"I don't think they'd get into something like that so quick," Gil said. Nick rolled his eyes and threw his arm over Greg's shoulder.

"Homedawg here is gonna get some action tonight and I don't care what any of you say!"

"I feel sick."

"No, no, no!" Catherine ran over to him and checked his forehead for a fever. She turned and glared at the two young CSIs. "He's got a fever."

"That's not the only thing he'll be catching tonight," Warrick said under his breath.

"Call Sara and tell her... tell her my cat died. I'm going home." Nick and Warrick blocked his way to the parking lot and shook their heads.

"Oh no, man. You spent all this time changing and she's finally noticed you. Don't throw it away now, bro." He looked up at the clock and sighed. 6:30. He fished his car keys out of his jeans and pushed them out of his way.

"Tomorrow... if I'm not at work, you all know why." They watched as he made his way to the parking lot and headed towards Sara's apartment.

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Sara ran around her apartment, making sure everything was in order and cleaned. She had made dinner and her radio was softly playing music in the background. The whole apartment was dimly lit, to add a romantic touch to it all. She jumped when the door bell rang and smoothed her hair out one last time. She walked towards the door and quickly opening it. Seeing Greg standing there with flowers in his hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Greg. You made it."

"Well of course I did." She led him into the kitchen. "These...are for you." She smiled and took the gifts from him. He leaned against the counter of the kitchen and looked around. After she placed the wine in the fridge and got her flowers in a vase with water, she turned to him and let her arms fall to her sides.

"Well I'm glad you could make it."

"Me too."

"How was you shift?" She busied herself, stirring and cooking the rest of their dinner. He shrugged his shoulders and watched her intensely.

"It was okay. Real interesting at first, but gradually got slower towards the end." She let out a giggle and looked at him through the corner of her eye.

"You really like the job, don't you," She asked softly. He nodded his head and turned to face her.

"Yeah. I mean, it's excited. It makes me feel like I'm important. How many people can honestly say they work for a crime lab? News flash. Not many." She laughed again and suddenly realized. 'I'm talking with him. I'm actually having a conversation with him. And it's not an awkward conversation, either. Well... I hope it's not. He's really cute, too.'

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"You think he's there yet?"

"Did you see how fast he was going? I'm sure a turtle could've gotten there before him!"

"Give him a little credit! He's nervous!" Warrick, Nick, Catherine, and Gil all sat in the break room, watching old Sci-Fi movies and sharing a bag of popcorn.

"Maybe he's gay..."

"NICK!"

"What!? I mean, maybe he's just trying to get us to think he's straight!" Warrick shook his head and scooted farther away from Nick.

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"So... what did you cook?"

"Ah, well it was supposed to be... chicken, but... it didn't come out the way I planed." She tossed the burnt tray onto the top of her stove and reached for the phone. "How's pizza sound?" He laughed and nodded his head.

"Sounds great. Pizza and wine. My favorite." She dialed the number with a huge smile on her face and waited for someone to answer the phone. He helped clean up the burnt food and took out her trash while she ordered for them. When he walked back into the house, she was just hanging up the phone.

"Aw. Greg. You didn't have to do that."

"Well I thought I'd help. You looked so disappointed."

"Well I am! I spent almost all day getting everything just perfect, and I can't even bake a chicken without it catching on fire." He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She tensed and looked into his deep hazel eyes. Neither of them could deny the tension between them both. She was growing weak at the knees, and she couldn't help it anymore. She threw the oven mitts down and pushed him against the counter.

"Hmm. Sara?"

"Greg? Shut up." He let his hands rest on her hips, and pulled her closer to him as their lips pressed together. She tangled her fingers in his hair and let the other roam under his button down shirt. He moaned and switched positions. She was now the one pushed against the counter. His hands were on the edge of her jeans, making their way up her stomach when the door bell rang. "Damnit! They always interrupt at the best parts!" She stormed off into the living room to get their pizza. Greg stood back, amazed, and softly touched his lips while she paid for the food. 'Wow. She kissed me. Hol-e-shit. She kissed me!'

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short. Honestly, I would've made it longer. But I didn't want to keep you guys away from the Sandles story you love MOST. LOL! XD So... review on it and tell me what you think of my love-deprived chapter that I managed to write in almost thirty minutes. (smiles)