"It was so weird, Nicky. He knew my name," Sara said, shaking her head.

"That's impossible. Maybe you were imagining it? Anyways, I'm glad to see you're back to normal," Nick replied, smiling at Sara.

He and Sara were in the lab, performing an autopsy. It smelled rancid, but they were both used to it.

Suddenly, the door opened. Sara and Nick turned to see Hank.

Fury flashed through Sara's eyes, but before she could say anything, Hank said, "uh, Sara, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Sara sighed. "Yeah, I guess."

He exited, waiting for Sara outside. She and Nick exchanged glances.

After a second, she said, "Give me a minute, okay?"

Nick snickered. "You're gonna need more than a minute."

"Just gimme!" Sara shot back as she stepped out.

"Well, this a surprise," Sara said curtly to Hank as soon as the door had closed.

"I wanted to apologize again, in person." He replied slowly.

"And to see if I'll take you back?" Sara retorted.

Hank blushed. "Yeah..."

She rolled her eyes. "How many times do I need to say no? And did I not explicitly say to NOT try and contact me?" She could feel her pulse beat faster and faster.

"But Sara, after you left, I realized my true mistake!" Hank blurted. "What I felt with you was nothing compared to what I felt with Elaine! Please, Sara, I..." he trailed off.

Sara noticed he was looking slightly green. "You don't look too good," she noted.

Hank began gasping for air. "Yeah, it's just that..."

Sara quickly realized the problem. "I smell." She stated simply.

"Yeah." Hank replied. After a second, he turned and ran, nearly bumping into Greg.

Sara sighed. She knew she never would have gone back to Hank, but... it still somewhat hurt that he ran off because of her stench.

Greg suddenly stopped. He leaned in and sniffed her.

"You smell like death," He noted.

"I've heard." She replied bitterly.

Greg seemed to notice her state of upset. "You know," he added shyly after a moment, "a real man wouldn't mind." He turned and began to go.

Sara briefly pondered what he said. She quickly glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then quickly caught up to him, grabbed him by his collar, and kissed him.

After about two seconds, she pulled away, but kept her head close to his. "You're right," she murmured, and turned on her heel and left.

Greg was still frozen in a state of shock and glee. "What the hell just happened?" He muttered.

a/n: I did promise Greg some action! Here you go; I did this a while ago. What do you say? Continue?