Here's chapter two! i dont know if there anymore in character than in the first chapter but it sounded cool. Thank you to stardustshadows for beta. I hope you like. Here we go.

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Rating: possible R

Reality Check 2?

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"Ask Greg out," Sara whispered, making her way into the DNA lab, two weeks after her last conversation with the lab tech. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" she nearly screamed, walking into the room.

Her last huff made its way to the lab's occupant. "How are you supposed do what?" The familiar spiky-haired man asked, dawned in his also familiar lab coat peering into a microscope.

"Um…" Was she stuttering? "Um…" Dear god, stop stuttering before he notices. "Um...what are you doing here? It's not your home anymore." Change of subject. That's good. Stop sweating. Wiping her hands on her shirt, she looked up at him.

"Mia's taking a quick break and I needed these results now." Greg's soothing voice reached her as he pointed to his current experiment.

"Oh." Hearing the odd tone in her voice his gaze shot up, confusion written all over his handsome features. "Oh, I just..." Her voice stopped short as her light brown eyes caught his dark brown ones. Their gazes held for one agonizingly slow minute before the printer beeped, producing Greg's results. Breaking the strong bond between them, he grabbed the paper.

Skimming the crisp new sheet of paper, Greg's face erupted into a smile. Damn, he's got a nice smile, she thought. "Uh Sara, I gotta go call Brass." Getting up, he reached the door before he turned. "I'll see you at the end of shift." Giving one more charming smile, he exited.

'God, someone needs to kill me, I'm acting like a sixteen year old,' Sara thought, sitting in the chair Greg just vacated before dropping her head to the table.

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A loud continuous thump followed Mia as she entered her part of the lab. 'What the he-" The question stopped short in her mind as she watched Sara's brunette locks fly everywhere as she continued to bang her head on the hard metal table that the tech did most of her experiments on. "Do you know how many germs are probably on that thing?"

Mia's oh-so amusing question halted the incessant banging of the CSI's head as she glanced up. "How old do I look to you?"

Giving a confused look the tech answered, idly wondering what Sara was on. "Mid to late thirties, why?"

"Because apparently I turn into a stuttering sixteen year old when a boy I like is near." Playing dumb, Mia gave her a 'what' look prompting the Level 3 to elaborate. "I came in here to ask you a question and instead of you, I found Greg in here working his own results...let's just say stuttering fool doesn't even cut it."

The laugh coming from the dark-skinned tech could be heard all the way to the police department a block down the street.

"This is so not funny, I'm almost 36 years old and I'm acting like a hormonal teenager." Sara's withering tone stopped the incessant laughter.

"Well, maybe you like Greg more than you thought."

Taking a deep breath the brunette let out a sigh. "Okay...but if I like him so much why can't I ask him out?" Frustration dripped from her voice.

Thinking about it, Mia replied, "Maybe you need a break, time to calm down, so when you talk to him next you won't turn into some sixteen year old stuttering fool."

A break. A breather. She could do that, couldn't she? "Yeah, I guess I could do that...I hope." Her last words she said in a whisper, looking at the wall clock behind the tech. "Uh Mia, I gotta go, shifts starting soon." She pointed to the clock for reference, before giving the tech a friendly wave and exiting, leaving the tech to her work.

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It was so amazing at how much work had helped her calm her nerves. Sara hadn't realized how worked up she was getting at just the thought of asking him out, but working like she was took her mind off the prospect. Sara thought that after the little incident, as she was calling the moment between her and Greg in the lab, it was going to be a forced and awkward night of working next to the man that was driving her out of her mind. Thankfully, however, Grissom handed her a solo B&E case, which lucky for her wasn't as open and shut as most. It had taken her through working the evidence through half of the techs and driving all over Clark County before finally finding her man-or in this case, woman.

Coming back to the lab she was exhausted. She hadn't been this tired in months; all she wanted to do was to sleep. Walking past the DNA lab Sara noticed Greg and Mia having what looked to be a work-related conversation. Thinking nothing of it she continued her endless walk to the locker room. Reaching it she found a familiar face. "Hey, I thought swing started at four?"

"It does...unless you have a high profile case that can't wait." Nick griped, pulling out his standard-issued vest.

Giving her friend a sympathetic look she turned to her locker. "Well, I'll see ya." The Texan waved his goodbye to which she returned before exiting, leaving the brunette to herself.

Retrieving her things, she shut her locker. Turning around, she stopped short feeling something on her neck. "Leaving?" Hearing those words sent a thrill tickling down her spine. Spinning around, her breath caught in her throat as she came face-to-face with a grinning Greg Sanders. Her purse dropped as his face was mere inches from hers; Sara could taste the coffee on his breath. "Hey." His whisper barely reached her ears as she felt her heart beat through them. She could feel her face slowly burn to crimson as his stayed close to hers, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I thought you would have left by now." Warrick mumbled sleepily, walking to his locker. Seeing their positions, however, the African American reconsidered his last statement. "Or maybe I should leave you alone."

Moving past the already flushed Sara, the ex lab-tech answered. "No, I was just going to my locker."

Moving to pick up her almost forgotten purse, Sara tried to hide the pink that permeated her face. "Um... I... um...yeah, I was just leaving." Turning her gaze to the other level 3, she gave a slight nod, making sure not to move the eye contact to the one man that was driving her out of her mind before moving out of the room

Watching the flustered brunette leave, Warrick turned to the new CSI, his thumb pointing in the direction of the retreating woman. "What the hell was that about?"

Opening his locker, Greg stifled a laugh, trying to comprehend his earlier actions. "It's nothing." Taking off his shirt he exchanged it for another hoping his friend wouldn't press him any further. He was wrong.

"So what, you just pin Sara to her locker all the time."

"No."

"Then what was that all about?"

Not wanting any passersby to hear, the spiky-haired man moved closer to his friend before dropping his voice. "When I went to talk to Mia earlier, I kind of overheard her and Sara talking... about me." Feeling suddenly shy he dropped his face as it burned in embarrassment. "Sh... she likes me, man."

"Who, Mia?"

Shaking his head vigorously, a smile graced his face. "No... Sara."

Warrick's mouth dropped the floor hearing the brunette's name, "You serious?" A smile grew seeing his friend's slight nod but soon changed to a look of confusion. "But if you know she likes you... then what was with that little scene I walked in on?"

"That... that was my own little fun."

"Fun?"

"How would you feel after finding out someone who you've had feelings for for five years finally likes you back?"

That question confused the dark skinned CSI. "I don't know... ecstatic."

"More like thirsty for a little revenge."

"Revenge for what?"

"For all the times she flirted with me then shot me down."

"So what are you gonna do?"

Seeing the older man's stern look, Greg changed his tone." I'm not gonna do anything to harm her... I'm just going to tease her a little bit before I ask her out."

Confusion drew deeper lines on Warrick's face, "How do you know she wants to go out with you?" His question brought a wide smile to the younger man's face. "That's what I think she was talking to Mia about." His eyes drifted dreamily, "I'm just gonna beat her to the punch." Letting out a yawn he shut his locker before making a move to leave. "And if I'm gonna beat her to the punch I'm gonna need some sleep, so I'll see ya." Giving a quick wave, he left without much else.

Warrick, however, had his mind running. 'Maybe I can have a little fun with this' he thought, pulling out his work shirt which he quickly changed into. 'Nicky would definitely have fun with this' Walking out of the locker room, he noticed the new DNA tech heading his way. An idea popped into his head, bringing a mischievous smile to his face. "Hey Mia, can I talk to you..."

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