Ch.2

They had fun over the next two months.

Though Greg liked her, he never held her hand or even touched her when they were together. It made Leigh feel like he didn't like her the way she liked him.

It all came clear to her one morning. She got off shift and headed to the diner where she knew Greg was going to be.

When she got there, she saw him with a pretty brunette at a booth. As she walked up, she heard them talking. "What's got you distracted?" she heard the brunette say. "I'm not distracted." She hears Greg deny. ""Please, you keep glancing out the window- you have a girlfriend?" the brunette says in a stage whisper. "What? No, I don't" he denies. Just then, the brunette looks over Greg's shoulder at Leigh who quickly turns and leaves the diner.

"Leigh!" Greg calls out from behind her as she hurries to her Mustang. She ignores him as she gets in the car; revs the engine before peeling out of the parking lot.

Greg just stands there and watches her drive away. He runs a hand along his face then turns to see Sara walking out of the diner. She could see the torment on his face. "Greg-"she started but stopped when he just shook his head and walked to his Denali and slammed the door when he got in then, took off.

On his way home, he called Leigh but she wouldn't answer her phone. "Dammit!" he growls, tossing his phone to the passenger seat.

Leigh ignored her phone, somehow knowing that it was Greg calling her. She pulls into her apartment complex and just sat in the car for a few minutes before getting out. When she walks into her apartment, she leans against the door after closing it with her eyes closed. She wanted to cry but couldn't. (She hadn't cried in years.)

She heard her phone ringing as she got out of the shower ten minutes later. She ignored it since it was Greg's ringtone.

Greg tried calling her several times, but she never answered. He finally left her a voicemail; telling her that he really wanted to explain things and that he was sorry.

Three nights later, Greg went out for a drink with Nick, Sara, and Catherine. A band was playing so Nick suggests a dance to Catherine who smiles and takes him up on it. As they walk to the dance floor, Sara nudges Greg who sees Leigh with two of the guys sitting at a table. Pangs of jealousy go through him as he sees her laugh and playfully punch the guy she was talking to in the shoulder. Flexing his jaw, he looks away but Sara caught the look on his face then glances over at where two guys and the girl she saw at the diner (who Greg said wasn't his girlfriend) were sitting. He can deny it all he wanted, but Greg had it bad for that young woman Sara thought to herself as they made their way to a table.

Across the room, Leigh punches her friend Paul in the shoulder when he calls her 'Army brat'. "Well this Army brat kicked your ass the other day on the court!" she says. He snorts. "That's because you cheated." he says laughing. "Oh, shut up. I don't cheat, just know how to play the game after years of playing hoops with the boys over there." She says as she grabs her Corona and takes a drink.

As they sat down, a waitress comes over to get their drink orders then leaves seconds later. "So, spill." Sara says and Greg looks at her curiously. "What?" he says absently, his hands on the table. Sara gives him a look. He knew exactly what.

After the waitress deposited their drinks, Sara arches a brow at him. "Wait...is that the girl you met at a crime scene?" she asks. Greg nods. Sara looks at him. "Sara, I like this woman. A lot, but –"he starts but stops, shaking his head. "But you're afraid of getting hurt again." Sara says simply. The look on his face told her the answer. Greg sips his drink and again, looks over at where SHE was sitting.

When Catherine and Nick join them a few minutes later, Greg plays with the stirrer in his drink, all the while he kept thinking of a way to go talk to Leigh. He stares in surprise when Sara pokes him. "Uh, where's Nick and Catherine?" he asks sheepishly taking a drink of his Rum and coke. Sara points to the dance floor as she looks at him as he continues to play with the stirrer in his drink.

Two hours later, Nick and Catherine leave to go get some sleep. After they leave, Greg gets up and heads to the bathroom. When he comes out, he collides with someone. It was Leigh. When they see it's the other, they both start speaking at once then look at each other awkwardly for a few moments. "Um, hi" he says quietly. "Hi" Leigh replies just as quietly. "I know you probably hate me, but-"he says but stops when Leigh said "I don't hate you." He looks at her. "I just don't like being led on Greg thinking that you liked me the way I liked you." She tells him. "You're right. And I'm sorry." He tells her. "Would you possibly, give me another chance?" he asks. Leigh wanted to stay mad at him, but seeing his face and the way he owned up to being an idiot, changed her mind. "Okay, on your next day off give me a buzz." She tells him then walks away. Greg grins to himself and does a little hand pump.

He walks out to meet Sara. "You look like the cat who at the canary. What gives?" she asks as they head outside. Greg just shrugs, not giving anything away. Sara wanted to pry, but respected his privacy. "See you tomorrow." She says instead. "Good night" he tells her and heads to his Denali.

Greg didn't wait until his day off.

Two evenings later, he stopped by his favorite coffee shop to pick up two coffees and two of Leigh's favorite brownies before heading over to her station.

"Yo, Army you got company!" Leigh heard her friend Paul call out loudly. Leaving the supply room, she heads to the front. She smiles when she sees Greg by the door. "Hey!" she says walking over to him. Greg grins at her when she asks what he was doing there. He hands her a tall coffee and a small wax bag. Taking them, she peeks in the bag and gasps. "You so rock!" she says excitedly, putting the bag close to her chest. She steps closer to Greg and whispers "Thanks, you just made my day or night rather." She tells him. She made his as well.

Greg kept grinning on the way to work. When he walked into work, he had an extra bounce in his step.

He was in a good mood all through the shift.