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Unnoticed Beginnings: Guilt

Sara's head was thumping as she walked down the strip, the bright lights were most certainly not helping, she could barely recall the bar's she'd been to and all of the drinks that she'd had that night. But the fact she could remember all of the events of that day told her that she had not had anywhere near enough to drink. She ducked into another bar and ordered a double Jack Daniels before the urge to call Grissom and tell him that she had kissed Greg got the better of her.

Sara glanced up to find herself meeting Amy's bright blue eyes. She groaned at the situation fate had brought upon her. Amy placed the drink she ordered on the bar in from of the brunette. Sara took the glass and placed the money on the counter and swallowed a large amount of the whiskey in one swing without saying a word.

"Hello Amy." She said once she had recovered from the taste of fire that was slowly tricking down her throat.

"Hi...Sara...is it?" The younger woman asked with caution even though she knew full well that this was indeed Sara Sidle, the woman Greg was in love with. There was no way she could miss those dark eyes, the seductive half smile and long legs Greg would always talk about. One the thing that did surprise her was the gravely texture to the woman's voice- a sound that accounted for every cigarette she had smoked over the years. She was rougher around the edges than Amy had expected but then she realised that was what made her stunning. The fact that her clothes weren't meant to cause men to drool did exactly that by clinging to the right curves. The almost non-existent trace of make- up didn't show a lack of caring for her appearance but simply proved she didn't need powders and glosses to look beautiful. In that moment Amy finally realised just who she was competing with for Greg's attention and affection- she could feel her hopes slowly slip away.

"That is...me..." She laughed her hands going to the bar for balance. Sara wished she could be anyone else apart from herself because she didn't want to deal with Greg or be the one to tell her husband that she had kissed another man. And not only that- but she had enjoyed it. They way that Greg had kissed her had reminded her of what it felt like to be young and in love with no explanation.

"Are you okay?" Amy asked full of concern noticing for the first time how drunk the woman in front of her was.

"I'm fine...but I could do with another one of these..." Sara pointed to the empty glass in front of her.

"Here..." Amy placed a glass of water in front of her.

"I don't think this is what I ordered." Sara slurred. Taking a sip from the liquid and realising it was water rather than gin or vodka.

"Sara...you really don't need another drink...look I'll call Greg...he'll take you home." Amy turned around and headed towards the phone. Sara placed her head down on the bar attempting to stop her from losing her balance and falling off the bar stool.

"Greg...it's Amy...Sara's here...she's in a state...I think it would be best if you took her home." Amy spoke slowly. Not knowing whether this was a good idea.

"I'll be right there." He said shortly and hung up the phone.

Greg appeared at the door to see Sara sprawled across the bar. He scooped her into his arms and she lazily wrapped her arms around his neck and drunkenly nuzzled his shoulder. He gave Amy a quick appreciative glance and then disappeared out of the door. She had a feeling that she would probably not be seeing or hearing from Greg again and she could feel heart sink with disappointment. Greg was a great guy- so unlike the other men that drunk there. He was funny, charming and sweet. But she reminded herself that he was in love with someone else.

As Amy stood behind the bar watching them leave she also wondered if she had made the right decision sending Sara home with Greg. She knew for a fact that Sara was not in the state to be saying no to his advances. She also had a feeling that Greg had waited a long time for a chance.

Greg walked down the street to where Sara was staying the sky rumbling threatening to rain above them. He glanced up to see the clouds rolling by and a rain drop hit him. Greg kept walking pulling his arms tighter around Sara as the skies finally opened up and rain crashed down on Las Vegas.

When Greg reached Sara's block of flat's he propped her against the door while searching her pockets for her keys. Sara groaned as her head lolled back, her eyes tightly shut against the light. The inside of the place isn't much better than the outside Greg noted as he carries Sara up the stairs to her flat. It was a last minute thing; he recalled that Nick had explained why Sara lived in such a rough part of town.

Greg carried her to the bedroom and placed her down on the bed. He took off her shoes and soaked trousers. His fingers worked quickly at undoing her shirt exposing her smooth skin and lace bra. Sara groaned as he lifted her off the bed to free her arm of the sleeves. Tossing the shirt aside he looked down at Sara in nothing but her underwear. Her hand had found his and she was pull herself up. She sat up on her knees on the edge of the bed she hooked one of her arms around Greg and pulled him towards her. Her cold body pressed up against his damp clothes, one of her hands in his hair, her lips collided with his.

But Greg pushed her away much to both her and his own surprise.