Not as long as the others, but there will be more to come soon. This is more or less to tie up a bit of loose ends. There will be more of an explanation on this next chapter, so if you're still confused it should be cleared up. Hope that makes sense :D

Chapter Three: Coming Clean

She was trying to pay attention to what was going on, but it was hard. It had been only ten minutes since she had been here, but it felt quite like forever. Not only was she exhausted, but irritated as well.

"What time did you get there?"

"Greg said it was about two," Sara replied monotonously, pushing her hair away from her face.

"I asked you what time you got there, not what Greg told you," Catherine reminded her.

Sara looked at her skeptically, but didn't move to question the other woman. She had numerous times before, but only got the same reply. The crime lab had to compare stories. "How can I tell you what I don't know?"

Catherine pursed her lips, obviously agitated by her response. If she was so determined to make this difficult, then Sara was going to return the favor. The blonde shook her head, sighing as she jotted a few notes down on a pad of paper. This was the part Sara hated, she felt as though she were being evaluated, waiting to be deemed crazy or sane.

"Okay, let's try this one, why did you go to Greg's apartments? Did you have any reason to be there?"

"I don't know why I went there," Sara stressed her point again, groaning. "I just know that I did."

"Greg mentioned that you two sort of kissed," Catherine tried next, bringing it up cautiously.

"Kissed?" Sara blinked, "I think I would have remembered that…"

"Are you saying that you two didn't kiss then?"

"I'm saying that I don't know," Sara reminded her sternly.

"What do you know then?" Catherine snapped, rubbing her forehead. She hadn't a clue why Grissom assigned her to this case, pulling her off of another. Sara wasn't cooperating, and Catherine wasn't sure if she couldn't, or just wouldn't. Yet at the same time Catherine knew the severity of the case; after all the last time a CSI was in legal trouble, she had been the one to crack the case.

"I know her," Sara nodded towards the reception area, where a woman paced timidly, fiddling with the strap of her small handbag. Every so often she would approach the desk to talk with the receptionist, before resuming her slow pace.

At first Sara thought she had imagined her; Greg had said nothing of the mystery woman at his place the night she arrived, and honestly she had been so out of it, Sara wasn't sure if she had even existed, and she certainly was too embarrassed to ask Greg about her.

"Does she have a name?"

"I would hope so," Sara replied sarcastically, letting out a sigh as Catherine scowled. "I never learned her name. I know that she was at Greg's place when I got there."

Catherine looked up at the other woman now, frowning. "Are you sure it's her?"

Sara studied the young woman down the hall before nodding. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Alright then…I'm going to ask her some questions, try not to go too far. We're not finished here."

"Have we even started?" Sara wondered, muttering under her breath. If Catherine had heard her she didn't let on, only walking past her and out of the closed interrogation room. It was the only place left that they could have private conversation.

Sara remained there for a moment longer before following Catherine down the hall. After all the blonde had said nothing about not overhearing the conversation, and she was dying to know who this person was. Greg hadn't mentioned anything about a girlfriend…but then again she hadn't told anyone when she first started dating Hank.

She didn't make it as far as that, coming to a stop as she reached the locker rooms, seeing the long figure inside. Sara hadn't seen him this depressed for a long time, not since shortly after the lab explosion, when he was still in the hospital. It was clear though that he was nearing an all time low, his head bowed as he stared at the ground, sitting only a few feet from his locker.

Sara cleared her throat as she stepped inside, giving him a comforting smile as he looked up. Greg gave her a short one in return, but turned away quickly after. She couldn't blame him; upon arriving at the lab she had only gotten the short-ended version of everything that was going on, and it didn't sound pleasant.

"How are you doing?"

He shrugged as she sat down, lacing his fingers together in between his knees. "Confused…a little worried. Scared maybe…" he glanced back up at her, sincerity on his face. "I don't care what the evidence says, I didn't hurt you. You have to believe that…"

"I do," she responded quietly.

"Why would I even? Think about it, have I ever…" he came to a stop, wetting his lips. "You do?"

"Of course," Sara nodded towards him. "Why wouldn't I?"

He tilted his head, smiling as he let out a sigh. It made him feel better, but it still didn't fix the problem. "Now if I could only convince the others…"

"They know it too," she interjected, waiting until he had met her gaze before continuing. "They're just doing their job Greg. A case is still a case; they're trying to explain all the evidence."

"And I've told them what happened," Greg protested.

"And if we all believed everything all our suspects said than we would be in a world of hurt. We need proof along with words, you know that."

"I suppose," he agreed quietly. "It doesn't make it any easier."

"Catherine's talking with someone now; she should be able to help you. It's the same girl that was at your place…"

Greg blinked, watching her. "Susan? You remember Susan?"

Sara shrugged, shaking her head. "I guess so…"

"I didn't even think of calling her," Greg cursed, rubbing his head. "It should have been the first thing I thought of; man I make a lousy investigator."

"If you make a lousy investigator, than I make a horrid one," Sara told him with a laugh, "I really don't remember anything…not even that kiss…"

Greg laughed hoarsely, turning away as he blushed slightly. "Yeah…about that." He took in a deep breath, trying to find the best way to explain it. "I was really hoping that you wouldn't find out about it…"

"Why?" Sara questioned, "was it that bad?"

"No," Greg shook his head quickly, "it was nice…it was very nice…but considering the circumstances, it wasn't very…appropriate…it sort of felt like I was taking advantage of you…even if you were the one to kiss me…"

"I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable. I can honestly say I didn't know what I was doing," she offered up with a laugh before growing sincere. "I'm sorry I brought you into this mess, I shouldn't have gone to you."

"I'm glad you did," Greg cut her off, his fingers wrapping around her hand. "I wouldn't have it any other way Sara."

She blushed, feeling his fingers on her hand. It was the simplest gesture, and though Grissom had done the same many times, never once had she experienced an effect quite like this.

"So," Sara breathed quietly, trying to find something to draw the attention away from her. "What's with her…" she nodded towards the hallway.

"Who?" Greg wondered, still watching her.

"Susan…what's her name?"

"Oh," Greg nodded, finally pulling his hand away. "Her."

Sara let out a sigh, cradling her hands her lap now. She didn't necessarily want him to pull away, but at the same time she was afraid of where it would lead, especially with the circumstances at the particular moment.

"It's nothing really…"

"Right," Sara commented sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose it's not unusual for girls to stop by your place in the middle of the night."

"Okay," Greg laughed, grinning. "She's an old friend from college. She here in Vegas for a convention, and knew that I lived here, so she dropped by for a visit. We used to be really good friends…"

"Used to be?" Sara wondered, "What happened?"

Greg shrugged, "We just went our separate ways. I wanted to finish college, she wanted to party. Her parents paid her entire way so school was just one big joke. I actually had to work to get there. It was a little more important to me."

"So you just stopped talking?"

"Well, it wasn't like that," Greg corrected her. "It was slow…we started to drift apart, and then one day…it was like we never met. She's changed a lot though, still as funny as I remembered her. One of the reasons I liked her."

Sara nodded, taking it all in. There were no friends from her college, no one that could stop by and surprise her with a visit. All of the sudden she felt very alone, and slightly jealous at Greg's charismatic ways. He could have anyone under his thumb in an instant if he wished. It was his ignorance that made him so cute.

The knock on the door told them they were no longer alone, and Greg nodded towards Catherine as the blonde wandered in.

"I just finished talking with Susan Tolman, she's been able to verify your story," Catherine explained quietly. "You're off the hook."

Greg nodded once again, muttering 'I told you so' under his breath before smiling warmly at Susan as she entered the doorway. Sara stood timidly; trying to make her leave in order to allow the two some time alone, but Greg held her by the arm.

"Sara, I want you to meet my friend Susan. Susan, this is Sara," he introduced the two, wanting more than anything for the pair to be friends. The last thing he wanted was some petty war between two women he truly cared about. The honest truth was that he missed Susan, more than he realized, and he felt bad for their night ending so abruptly.

"I hope you're feeling better," Susan nodded to her, giving her a small smile. Despite her loud, flashy appearance she was actually quite timid.

"I am," Sara returned a friendly smile, "thank you."

"I hope you don't mind me coming here," she started again, turning to Greg. "But I left my cell phone at your place. You weren't home when I stopped by earlier, and your neighbors told me where you worked."

"Its fine," Greg assured her. "Technically I'm break in a few minutes…why don't we go out for breakfast?" He glanced from one to the other, "All three of us?"

"I don't know," Sara's smile was grim. "I'm tired and everything…"

She was tired, but that wasn't her motive. She didn't want to intrude on the pair, they probably had a lot of catching up to do, and she had already interrupted them before.

"Come on Sara," Greg said flatly, "You can't tell me you're not hungry. You haven't eaten since you left the hospital."

"It would be fun," Susan agreed quickly, her smile brightening.

"Please," Greg was back at her side, holding her hand once more. The man obviously did not want to go without one or the other. "For me?"

Sara laughed, rolling her eyes. "Okay, just for you. But don't be getting any ideas," she warned.

"Never," Greg gasped quietly in mock resentment as he brushed by her. Sara found herself frowning, but it was one of those frowns that melted into a smile, unable to help but laugh as she followed the pair out of the room.

TBC