Here's Chapter 3! Few mentions below before I start:

FloatingInMoon: Yeah, it's different from my other one. I was just feeling "angsty" (if that's even a word) I hope you like it

Funnysfun: Yeah the military... the idea popped into my head and I wrote the whole story in like 2 days. (I don't think I even slept)

El Gringo Loco, torajack, CaptainK8 & GreenAlpaca: Thanks for your reviews! Glad to know I'm doing something right with my writing, lol!

And now, Chapter 3!

Sara's POV

"Sara, just tell her" Greg says to me. He's been saying that since I got my papers

"Greg, I can't. Please do this for me" I ask handing him the letter I wrote to Catherine

"Fine. But you know I can't keep a secret" He looks like a little puppy like that

"I know. But, I also know you won't tell her this secret" I try to give him hope, even though I don't have any hope myself

"Ok, ok. You're right. Anyways, I better get going or Grissom will have my ass for being late again" Greg smiled, I'm going to miss his smile

"Well if you didn't spend 45 minutes on your hair, you can catch rides with me… but no… you need to have your hair just perfect causing you to be late"

"Shut up." He laughs. He then turns serious "Sara? Be safe. Don't go getting yourself put in a body bag. You're special to me, Sara" Greg gives me a hug, and I pull him closer. He's special to me too.

"Thank you, Greg. But you better get going." A tear escapes my eyes as I realize this could be the last time we see each other.

"Uh, yeah. Bye" Greg hesitated and I can see he's trying not to cry himself.

I followed Greg down to the car and watched as he drove away. I decide to grab a beer and my smokes and relax on the balcony before I leave Vegas. I stare out at the city, thinking about how welcome I now feel with the team. I'm just starting to relax and show my personal side around them, and I get called to war. I take a big breath of the Las Vegas air, and I sit down in my chair. I put my cell phone and beer on the table next to me and I put my feet up on the edge and close my eyes.

My thoughts are soon filled with Catherine and Lindsay. I never thought I would fall in love, let alone have a kid. Obviously, Lindsay isn't my kid… but I love her as if she was my own child. I feel awful for canceling on her tonight. I think about all the fun times we all had as a family.

The sound of my cell phone vibrating brings me back from my thoughts. I see that Greg is calling and I don't want to answer, but I do.

"Greg. What's wrong?" I think I know what's wrong

"Sara! What the hell were you doing? I've been trying to call you for the last 5 minutes!"

"Sorry, I was in my own world. Just tell me what's wrong, Greg."

"Grissom told Catherine and she was pissed! I couldn't look at her; I had to leave the room. What the hell do I say, Sara? You know what she's like when she's pissed!" Greg panics, I never should have asked him to do this. Grissom would've been a better choice, I know he wouldn't say anything no matter what the cost.

"Yeah, I do know how she can get. But did you do what I asked you to do?" I need to know she will get the letter

"Yeah, I did"

"Ok, fine. If worse comes to worse, and I mean only as the last resort, Greg. Tell her to read the letter"

"But what do I say? She's going to get it out of me any way she can! You know Grissom is going to tell her to talk to you! Tell me what to say Sara!"

I suddenly hear Catherine yelling in the background. Fuck! He's going to crack under pressure

"Sara! What the hell are you playing at canceling on Lindsay? And why the fuck are you taking a leave of absence?!"

I want to tell her so badly, but I just can't. I don't want to hear what she has to say whether it be good or bad, I just won't be able to handle it. I just sigh, and hang up the phone. I know that just pissed her off, and I bet she's turning on Greg right now and as Greg refuses Catherine will have started staring him down trying to intimidate him.

I walk back out to the balcony, and pick up my beer as I stand looking out over the city. I'm contemplating on going to work and telling Catherine right now to save Greg, or leave earlier than I wanted to and avoid her. I know if Greg tells, I will have to deal with an extremely pissed off Catherine… that actually is a huge turn on for me and I don't want that just before I leave.

I decide I can't face Catherine if Greg told her so I'm going to leave early, maybe a scenic tour before reaching the airport.

I go and change into my uniform. I take one last look around my room, and I see my favorite picture of Catherine and I sitting on my nightstand. I walk over and sit on my bed; I pick up the picture and stare at it thinking back to the day it was taken. I remove it from its frame, and I see my handwriting on the back. I place the picture in my jacket's front pocket. I take a look at myself in the mirror and I don't recognize myself in the mirror, I look like a cold-blooded murderer. That's basically what I'm going to be, isn't it? A murderer.

I pick up my duffel bag and throw it over my shoulder. I take a look at the time and see that it's 10:50pm. Catherine is either working a scene or burning rubber to get here. I know she can't make it here in time. Greg called half an hour ago, and it takes me at least 35 minutes to get here.

I swing open my door and I see Catherine about to knock

"Shit…"

That's chapter 3, chapter 4 is on it's way. Just a warning about the next chapter, it will be where some of the M Rating is for.