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Unnoticed Beginnings: Jealousy

"No." Sara attempted to say firmly but her bottom lip was shaking slightly giving her away. Greg hadn't stopped smirking or moved his hand away from her hip- he used his other hand to tuck to her hair behind her ear.

"Now why don't I believe you?" He mutteredgently stroking the skin of her cheek; the contact causing electricity to circulate in her veins. As she stood there Sara attempted not to think about how long it had been since someone had touched her that way. She tried not to imagine what the effect of Greg's touch in other places would be.

"We...We have a crime scene to get to..." Sara said attempting to tilt her head away from his hand feeling overwhelmed. Whatever this was- it needed to stop. He took a step away from her, his expression not changing in the slightest. He was toying with her and she knew it but she didn't seem able to break away from whatever game he was currently playing. Sara quickly turned away from him and climbed into the driver's seat of the Tahoe attempting to get away from the irresistible smell of cigarettes and cologne that were starting to make her melt.

Sara didn't know what it was but when Greg touched her, her heart beat seemed to double. She recalled the first time she and Grissom had made love, the excitement of finally being able to intimate with him in a way she had always imagined. For some reason just standing that close to Greg had gotten a similar reaction out of her.

And when Greg had been kissing Amy there was an unsettling amount of jealously filling up her mood. Sara shouldn't have cared. Greg could sleep with whoever he wanted. It was not her place to say no.

She attempted to keep her thoughts focused on her husband- the way he made her laugh, the way he knew what she was feeling without her having to say a word. But every time she glanced over at the passenger seat Greg was watching her intently, his eyes running all over her body- at one stage he had to bite his lip and turn away from her because of how filthy the thought that had popped into his head was.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Sara shouted eventually unable to ignore him for any longer.

"Like what?" Greg demanded to know his voice filled with false innocence (most certainly not stopping).

"Like...you're undressing me with your eyes..." Sara said keeping her eyes focused on the road, not wanting to see whatever face he was currently pulling.

"I'm sorry...is that not allowed anymore...has Mrs Grissom really become that prudish...because you didn't seemed to mind when I used to do it before..." He responded bitterly.

That was it. Sara snapped. She pulled over the truck- with one swift arm motion undid her seat belt and turned to face Greg. Whatever it was that was going on between them needed to be sorted out- they couldn't let their personal lives interfere with their work.

And more than anything Sara wanted her best friend back. She wanted to be able to turn to him when things got rough like she had done before. Sara wanted to know she had at least one person she could count on not to hurt her. But from the way Greg had recently been acting it was as if he was the person most likely to hurt her.

"Greg, stop acting like a dick, and tell me what's going on." She demanded to know.

"Nothing, Sara, nothing is going on. You're happily married...I have a girl friend...we're just co-workers and that is it." The way he said the word "happily" made Sara shiver.

Because not that she would ever admit it out loud, Sara had doubted everything in her life in the past few days- but most of all her marriage.

Later That Day

Sara stood with her hands on either side of the sink propping her up, beads of water running from her face on the ceramic surface. She needed to get a grip of herself. She couldn't pin down exactly what it was that had made her feel this way but a whole host of reasons came to mind- their case, her husband, her marriage...Greg.

Just as she thought this he stepped through the door. She could feel her heart rate speed up and her breath forcing itself out causing her chest to heave.

"Greg...please just go..." she began not wanting to deal with his games. A tear escaped down her cheek and she found herself crippling towards the sink unable to hold herself up again.

"Hey..." Greg spoke softly for what had felt like the first time in days. He took a step towards her and pulled Sara into his arms so she no longer was attempting to stay standing without any help. He tightly wrapped his arms around her, his hand absentmindedly rubbing her back. "It's going to be okay..." he muttered into her hair.

She titled her head up to look at Greg and saw a shadow of the man he had been before she had left, sparking hope that perhaps whatever else happened- things between them might be okay. Greg gently pushed hair that had become damp with tears out of her face and smiled down at her.

"Things are going to be just fine..." he whispered.

Without warning he leant his head down covering Sara's lips with his own. For a moment she didn't react but as he gently brushed his lips against hers she found herself kissing back. She wrapped her arms around Greg's neck deepening the kiss.

But just as she had become comfortable, he pulled her arms away from his neck and took a step back. His hazel eyes suddenly becoming darker. He gave her a simple look of conquest and turned around and disappeared out of the door leaving her standing alone reeling from their encounter.