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Title: Reality Check 3?

Disclaimer: Dont own anything

Rating: possible R

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This couldn't be happening.

First her all-too-steamy encounter with Greg and now this...

The newly-risen sun glared at Sara as she tossed her purse to the passenger's seat. Shoving open the driver's side door, she let out a huff. Time after time her car had done this. Getting out of the vehicle, she made her way to the front, popping the hood. A large puff of smoke billowed from underneath the metal contraption. Inhaling the unwanted fumes brought forth a ragged cough. Moving to the side she breathed in much needed fresh air before muttering, "Damnit."

"Need some help?" An eerily familiar voice mused, startling the young woman, sending another unconscious jolt cascading down her spine.

Turning around she faced the spiky-haired man. "What... what are you doing here?" Not again. This can't be happening again.

Stepping closer, he stopped in front of her."I was leaving when I saw your car take a shit." Moving closer, he pointed to the popped hood. "You mind if I take a look?"

Moving back, she raised her hands. "Uh... sure, whatever floats your boat."

A crooked smile graced his gorgeous face before turning to the lifted hood. Stepping towards the vehicle, he did a quick overview before reaching inward. The ex-tech drew his hand back a moment later, whipping it around. "Ouch." Sticking his thumb and forefinger in his mouth he sucked on them gently.

Hearing his sudden exclamation startled the brunette out of a trance she didn't realize she was in. "What... are you okay?" she asked, stepping forward.

Shaking his head, he looked around. "I'm fine." Seeing nothing to use to cover his hand, the young man sighed, before stripping the shirt from his body.

Sara sucked in a breath at the sight. His porcelain skin gleamed as his hands continued their work. Her gaze drifted to his chest, at least to as much as she could see. Her brief glance of him in the decontamination shower definitely didn't do him justice. His chest showed no fat but was littered with muscles and a six pack to follow suit. Ripped didn't seem to be the word to fit.

Looking to his friend, Greg had choked back a laugh. Somehow Sara had managed drop her jaw, almost literally to the floor, making it hard for him not to chuckle. "Ah, it looks like your car is worse than I thought."

Finally composing herself, the brunette shook her head. "Great." She sighed, "Now what the hell am I supposed to do?"

A smile graced his features as an idea popped into his head. "I could take you home."

"No, no I couldn't... No, I'll just get a cab."

Shaking his head, Greg dropped the hood, making her jump slightly. Moving towards her, he gripped her arm pulling her to his car. "No, you don't need a cab... I'll just take you home and pick you up tomorrow."

Turning around, she tried. "No, Gre..." Sara stopped short feeling her hands touch his bare skin. "I…" If her heart was in her ears before then this worse. "I…" Her body completely numbed as she tried to find any words. She didn't hear the spiky-haired man as he dropped his hands to her waist.

"Sara."

Sara's breath left her body shakily as she felt the pressure Greg's hands made. Looking up she met his gaze. Seeing his dark chocolate iris's burn into hers almost made her legs buckle. Becoming completely lost to the man in front of her she didn't notice herself being pulled in the direction of Greg's awaiting car.

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"Nick, man, come on." Warrick exasperated, shoving his vest in his locker exchanging it for a new shirt.

Shaking his head the Texan chuckled lightly. "'Rick, no one in there right mind would take a bet like that."

Un-holstering his gun the older man laughed humorously. "Who even said you needed to bet on it, man, it's happening under your nose."

Nick choked out his own laugh, "Greg and Sara. Rick, she wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole." Retrieving what he needed he shut his locker before turning to the other man.

"Nicky, when I came in her before shift he had her pinned against her locker."

Shaking his head, Nick made a move to the door. "I'm sorry, but Greg pinning Sara to her locker, that would never happen." Waving goodbye the Texan left still not believing his friend.

Letting out a sigh Warrick dropped his head to the locker behind him.

"He didn't believe you."

Turning to the door found a smirking Mia.

"What's there to believe? I mean those two haven't exactly talked about being a couple."

Stepping into the room Mia's smirk grew to a smile. "Well, you don't believe anything till the evidence is staring you in the face."

Hearing those words made the older man turn. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Mr. Brown..." He arched an eyebrow at her words, making her already large smile grow bigger. "Sometimes evidence like a certain brunette coming to you about dreams about a certain ex-tech and then that same ex tech coming to about him finding out... well, then that kind of proves everything."

"Well, coming in here and finding Greg pinning Sara to her locker gave me more than enough evidence." Hearing that made the woman's hairline shoot as high as Warrick's had moments earlier.

"Greg had Sara pinned to her locker?"

Turning back to his locker the older man retrieved the rest of things before turning back to the tech. "Yeah, then he said he would tease her a little before asking her out."

Stepping closer to the CSI, Mia's smile changed to one of a mischievous grin. "Well then, maybe we can have a little fun and prove something, you know." She tilted her head to the locker room door.

Brandishing his own smile, Warrick stepped forward. "And how do you suppose we do that?"

The tech's mischievous grin changed one of a flirty smile, as she filled the man in on the plan.

TBC...R&R