Dinner with the Olaf's

Jenna was taking her day off to finish up the last of the accounting paper work for the bakery when she heard a knock at the door. Sighing, she paused the Vanessa Carlton cd she had on and answered the door. She was a little surprised to see Grissom and another older man with him.

"Miss. Bianchi, you remember me?" asked Grissom.

"Mr. Grissom, with the Crime Lab. Do you want to come in?" They nodded and Jenna let them in. Grissom looked around the living room, another way to understand someone was how they lived. Jenna was neat; he could spot that right away. Pictures were gathered on a table, Grissom looked them, family photos from the looks of them. Pictures of a much younger Jenna and her family from high school, Jenna with a woman in a wedding dress and a man in a suit, who had a resemblance to Jenna. One of Jenna and the woman in the wedding dress at some holiday function with a small child.

"She's cute" asked Grissom holding up a photo with Jenna and the small child at some fair.

"That's my niece, my brother's daughter. She's five," Jenna was nervous, she didn't know why, but she wanted them gone.

"I'm Captain Jim Brass with the Vegas PD, sorry for bothering you at home. But we need to ask you some follow up question."

"I thought I explained the rolling pin," said Jenna. Grissom looked up and stared at her.

"Rolling pin?" he asked. Jenna gulped.

"Two of your CSI's came back to the bakery and asked me why my prints were on the pin used to kill that woman. I explained that it's my pin and my brother got it for me as a joke and that I was the only one who used that pin, hence my prints on it." Grissom raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glace with Brass. Jenna took a sip of the water she had on the table.

"Was this yesterday?" asked Grissom.

"Yes."

"Which CSI were they?" asked Brass.

"Um, Stokes and Sanders, I think."

"What the hell do they want?" thought Jenna.

"They must of forgot to report to me. Actually this is about what time you came home," said Grissom. Brass and Grissom took a seat on the sofa and Jenna sat in a chair.

"You told CSI Stokes you left the bakery around midnight, but according to your neighbors you didn't come home till about 2 am. Henderson is only an hour from your bakery, where did that other hour go."

"FUCK!" Jenna took another sip of her water and thought. "Don't tell them where you were, it will ruin her life."

"I must have lost track of time, I thought it was midnight, but then again I work so many hours sometimes I forget when I leave." Grissom looked at Jenna and it was the same feeling he got from her at the bakery.

"She upset and covering for something or someone," he thought.

"Understandable. I'm sorry for bothering you." Grissom stood up and Brass looking confused followed. Jenna got the door for them and watched them get in the car, sit there for a few moments and drive off.

"What the hell Gil, you weren't going to confront her with the fact that the alarm upstairs has her leaving at midnight? If she left through the kitchen…" said Brass

"She's covering up something and I would like to know what or for whom she's doing this for."

"Her prints are on the murder weapon," said Brass.

"I would like to know why Nick and Greg didn't fill me on their last visit or on Mandy's report," said Grissom heading back to the lab.

Jenna fell on to the sofa after getting herself a rum and coke. She sighed and wondered when her life got so fucked up.

"I can't let them know where I was last night…fucking nosy neighbors." Jenna took another drink and fiddled with her necklace. She knew she wasn't going to get anymore work done. She decided to pack it up and take it with tomorrow morning. She sat down, then got back up, her nerves were shot and her mind was going in fifty different places. She walked into her bedroom and into the closet. She pulled down a box, which she only touched when she needed a reminder about how much pain he could cause and why she should stay away. Seeing him again caused her confusion, she missed him, well she missed the person she had known eight years ago, the Greg Sanders she was dealing with wasn't the person she fell so hard for. She wanted to come clean and tell them where she was that night, but she made a promise and there was one thing she was good at was keeping her promises.

"We could explain to him what happened…you guys were friends once…he would understand, you went to help out a friend." Jenna tuned that voice out and opened the box and in it was her life from almost eight years ago.

"You were happy…it was the last you were really, truly happy and he yanked away from you, just like the magician you took Anya to see, he pulled out the table cloth, but the table was still set. Greg yanked the table cloth and everything fell apart, you fell apart. Just keep that in mind when you see him and want to tell him how much you still really love him." Jenna heard that voice loud and clear. She didn't know why she kept any of this; she should burn it all in her fire pit and take the ashes to the desert. She touched the necklace, she never took it off, his last gift to her was this damn necklace and she had tried several times to stop wearing it. But she felt naked without it, a feeling she never got after taking off the ring Andy gave her. Jenna shook her head and started looking through the box; the letters he sent back to her were on the top.

She made sure those stayed on top, it was the reminder of how badly he hurt her. She took them out and found the pictures of them from Stanford: Halloween, Christmas, random snap shots of them taken by their co-workers. She dug a little deeper and pulled out a wine cork with a date written on 2/21/98. Jenna gave the cork a bitter smile and remembered the dinner she had gone to with Greg's grandparents. His grandmother had read her palm over dinner; Jenna could recall quite clearly what the old woman had told her after looking over her hand.

"You're a good person, but you have hard hands, there will be hard work and struggle for you, but when it's all said and done, what you love will be waiting."

"She was right about the struggle…but he's wasn't there at the end."

Stanford, California

February 1998

"I'm looking forward to meeting your grandparents," said Jenna during their morning break. Greg's grandparents were coming in to visit him; they were going to meet him here and than going to dinner with him and Dana.

"Why are you so interested in meeting my family?" asked Greg. Jenna grinned and pulled out a wallet.

"I have so many questions to ask them. Like, when Greg was younger did he enjoy messing with people's heads? Like, we're going to do to Barb right now."

"Is that…"

"Yep, she dropped it in the parking lot this morning and I know I should have just given it to her, but Greg, this could be the prank to end all pranks. Her life is in here. Driver's license, credit cards, Blockbuster membership, the list goes on. I don't know what to do with it, I mean should I go to Blockbuster, rent some porn and turn them in a year later, buy a donkey and give it to a frat house boy to host donkey shows with. My mind is reeling from the power I hold in my hands." Greg started laughing.

"It worries me that you know what a donkey show is," Jenna shrugged.

"I have an older brother and the internet…never open an e-mail titled: Donkey ride. But, Greg we have to do something with this. I can't decide." Greg looked at the wallet and got a horrible idea.

"Did you move anything around?"

"No." Greg took the wallet.

"Ok, follow me and look really super serious," Jenna put her poker face on and followed Greg to Barb's desk. Greg sat the wallet down on Barb's desk and she look horrified to see what he had.

"Hey you dropped this outside," said Greg. Barb snatched it up and looked at it like it could explode any second.

"What did you two do?"

"Nothing," said Greg in the sweetest voice he had. Barb opened the wallet and made sure everything was there.

"You're lying," said Barb.

"Now why would we do that?" asked Jenna. Barb ripped out a card and starting calling the 1 800 number on the back.

"Yes, I would like to know if any unusual charges on my account." They waited till they got back to their desks before laughing out loud.

"God that was beautiful," said Jenna.

"Just a change in tactics is all, she's going to feel retarded when she finds out we were telling the truth." Jenna smiled at Greg and they realized how close they were and that Marv was looking at them.

"I should get to work," Jenna sat down and started typing away. Greg went to his PC and tried to work, but he looked over at Jenna and felt that longing in his gut. It had been eating at him since Christmas.

He was thinking about her in ways that he should never have crossed his mind in a thousand years. She was very beautiful, he had no trouble admitting that anymore and he tried to explain his thoughts away with that argument, but part of him knew it was more than a physical want and that ate at him even more. He looked up and thought he saw her looking in his direction, but she quickly turned and flipped open a file. Greg sighed and went back to his work.

"And that's why you two are always flirting and exchanging stares at each other when you think no one is looking?" asked Mary. Had they been doing that, and how long had they been doing it? Greg noticed he was staring at Jenna a lot after the wedding, but had he done it before then and just not noticed what he was doing. But, he never saw Jenna looking at him, until just now and he wasn't even sure it was a stare. He wanted to bang his head against a wall. He made himself clear to her a Christmas, friends, nothing else. Part of him now wished he could take back those words and he wished he could get the courage up to ask her what he wanted to at the wedding.

"She had or she has."

Jenna ducked her head into the file the moment Greg turned in her direction. She knew now how Greg really felt about her and she was trying to keep herself together. She told herself, no more flirting, no more staring at him, no more daydreams or dreams about the two of you together. However, telling herself and following those rules were a different story.

Flirting-hell she couldn't tell the difference anymore. Normal chatting and flirting with Greg were almost second nature to her now. She had tried the not talking approach with him when she was with Roberto and it hurt him and she wasn't taking that road again.

Staring-She would do it without realizing she was doing it and when she realized she was doing it, she smacked herself and buried herself in the work on her desk.

Dreams-She would pay someone a million dollars if they could make the fucking dreams stop…literally dreams with them having sex, she wished they stop they had gotten worst since Christmas. She wake up and realize it was a dream and cry herself back to sleep. She really didn't know what was wrong with her anymore, she almost couldn't wait until Greg graduated this May and got work somewhere else, and he was looking at a crime lab in San Francisco.

They had acted like everything was the same between them since Christmas, they went to lunch, pranks were played and while Greg seemed happy, she felt an odd vibe coming from him, like he was forcing himself to act that way and Jenna found it a little harder each day to pretend that she wasn't in love with him.

"He'll go away, I'll finish school here and go back to Vegas and we'll go our separate ways and soon we'll just be footnotes in stories we tell our kids in our old age." She knew she would be miserable when he left, but part of her was miserable with him here and she didn't know which miserable would be worse. She smiled at an IM that popped up from himasking if he should go see if Barb was finished with her calling the credit card companies.

"Let her suffer," Jenna typed back.

"At least we won't be alone."

Jenna had gone to take a late lunch with Mitch and Laura; they were going to help her put together a resume and references for some internship she was looking at. Greg hoped she got it; he saw how hard she worked putting herself through school and he didn't think he could ever do what she had been doing for the past two years. This job for him was spending money and he could quit if he really wanted to, but for Jenna it was another class or textbooks. He had to admire how hard she really worked at everything. Greg sighed and called Dana to confirm the time and place they were going to meet his grandparents.

"That's tonight…I have to work!" said Dana. Greg reminded himself he was at work and he couldn't swear.

"I told you about this weeks ago. They're coming out here for one night and than going to Canada. I didn't get to see them at Christmas and they really wanted to meet you. I thought you had tonight off!"

"I traded shifts with Ana so I could have this weekend off, my friends from Boston are coming in and I haven't seen them since this summer." Greg sighed and rubbed his temple and felt a head ache coming on.

"I'll tell them you're sorry."

"I'm really sorry sweetheart, I promise the next time they come to town I'll spend all day with them." Greg saw Mitch, Laura and Jenna walk back in and was almost grateful for it.

"Hey my boss is back, I have to go. I'll see you later," Greg hung up the phone and saw Jenna hugging Mitch and Laura and she walked back to her seat and smiled at Greg. He smiled back and returned to his work and tried really hard to focus on his work not the disappointment he felt with Dana or the confusion he felt with Jenna.

Greg was typing away when his grandparents snuck in. Jenna looked up and saw two elderly people sneaking up on him. Jenna went to say something, when the older man made a shushing gesture. Jenna nodded and just watched. The old woman tapped him on the shoulder and Greg almost fell out of his chair. He turned around, smiled and got out of his chair to hug them.

"Papa Olaf, Nana Olaf." Jenna just smiled from her chair, he was just too cute.

"Oh I'm so sore, car rides are a horrible thing for me in my age. Is there a bathroom around here," Greg pointed to the restrooms in the break room and he headed that way. Jenna went to get up to introduce herself when she saw his grandmother take Greg's hands and whisper something in Norwegian, she couldn't understand any it other than her name. Greg went slightly red and muttered.

"Nana Olaf." The old lady shrugged and started talking in English.

"I just want to meet the girl your mother says you chatter about so much." Greg seemed to go even redder at that remark. Jenna quickly turned back to her work

"It's nothing, you guys are friends, you spend over twenty hours a week in the same place and your name was bound to come up in a conversation with his mother," thought Jenna.

"Jenna," she turned around and saw Barb standing there with what could be considered a kind expression even though she was glaring. "I'm sorry that I doubted you and Greg. My cards show no unusual activity of any kind. It shows growth and maturity for both of you."

"See it hurts me when you don't believe me. I told you we didn't do anything and we were telling the truth. See if Greg and I were going to use anything in that wallet, it would have been the Blockbuster card, we would leave town, rent some movies and turn them in at least two weeks later." Barb looked fearful and ran back to her desk; Jenna started to laugh to herself.

"So you're the ice girl my grandson talks about." Jenna looked up and saw Greg's grandfather by her desk. Jenna stood up and shook his hand.

"How do you do Mr. Hojem? I'm Jenna Bianchi."

"Ah an Italian girl, but please call me Papa Olaf." He was a sweet guy and Jenna couldn't help but notice how he and Greg resembled each other. He was about Greg's height, but at least fifty pounds heavier and losing his sandy hair, but he had Greg's sweet brown eyes. "You know I almost married an Italian girl, her cooking was to die for, but her temper was dreadful."

"Don't tell her such lies and stop embarrassing Greg," Greg's grandmother came over with a very sheepish looking Greg behind her. The older woman gave Jenna a hug. She was a little shorter than Jenna and her long white hair was pulled back in a braid.

"She had a terrible temper because he told her a meatloaf she made was too dry, so she threw at him. But, I've heard about you and you sound like a sweet heart." Jenna blushed and Greg seemed to be getting redder by the second.

"Well we should be heading out. Greg where is Dana meeting us for dinner?" asked Papa Olaf. Greg looked slightly upset.

"Um, she has to work tonight, so it's just us for dinner."

"Oh well, we'll get to know your wonderful new friend instead," said Papa Olaf throwing an arm around Jenna shoulders. Jenna looked shocked and Greg was stammering.

"No. I meant me, you and Nana."

"What nonsense and how rude of you Greg. I'm telling you young lady you either come with us or I'll be very upset," said Nana. Jenna looked at Greg, who smiled shyly at her.

"Got any plans for tonight?"

"I was gonna go home, put on some pj's and watch the X-files, but you know I can't say no to a free meal."

"And who said it was free?" asked Greg.

"Pretty girls always eat for free, now let's go before I waste away," said Papa. Jenna turned around to punch out and Greg bent down.

"I'm really sorry about this."

"It's cool, I said I wanted to meet your grandparents anyway." She turned and looked at Greg with a smile. "They better have baby pictures, Mulder and Scully looked like they were finally gonna get it on in the preview. I'm missing David Duchovny hotness for you." Greg laughed and looked into Jenna's eyes and found himself wanting to kiss her suddenly, they stood there for a second and Jenna pulled away and grabbed her purse.

"Um where are we going?" asked Jenna. Greg wanted to kick himself, she knew, somehow, what he had been thinking.

Damn it Sanders, don't tell her one thing and do another."

"Do you like steak?" he asked.

"That's a dumb question?"

"Are we eating here?" asked Papa from across the office.

"Depends, do you like two week old candy bars?" asked Jenna heading for the door, Greg shook his head. This was going to be one hell of a night.

"So they threw you out of Norway for pre-marital sex. Gee, I thought the Catholic church was harsh," said Jenna.

"For the pre-marital baby really. By the way how is Uncle Dane" asked Greg. Nana blushed.

"Why do you tell everyone that story?" Papa shrugged and Nana shook her head.

"No more wine for you," Nana took the bottle and went to hand it to a waiter.

"Hey can I have the cork," asked Jenna. Greg raised an eyebrow.

"Cork collector?" Jenna play smacked him.

"It's something my mom did, when there was a special occasion and she had wine, she took the cork, wrote the date on it and saved it. My grandmother did the same thing, and this is my first time having wine so it counts as a special occasion. So suck on that Sanders."

"Don't make her mad Greg, Italian girls have really good aim," said Papa.

"He's right; my mom could throw pans with the best of them." Greg laughed and was happy that dinner wasn't turning into the train wreck he feared it would. Jenna was polite and answered all his grandparents' questions about her family, schooling and anything else they could think to hurl at her. Greg was waiting for them to ask for a DNA sample, but they really seemed to like her and vice versa.

"Did Greg tell you that I do palm readings?" asked Nana.

"Nope, he's really quite at work."

"Why do you lie like that?" asked Greg.

"Ok, you're quite about your family at work, there not a lie," said Jenna. Nana reached over and took Jenna's left hand and started to look at her palm. Jenna looked slightly alarmed.

"Oh it's alright, I won't bite you. You've been such a sweetie and I'm curious about what the future holds for you," said Nana. Jenna exchanged a look with Greg.

"What did you get me into," was what that look said and Greg shrugged.

"Aren't you curious?" he asked.

"What if my palm says I die next week, than what?" she asked.

"Oh don't worry dear, you have a long life line," said Nana tracing a line on Jenna's hand. Jenna giggled and Greg gave her a puzzled look

"Sorry, it tickled. Do you see the money line or does that not exist on my hand?" asked Jenna. Nana traced a line on Jenna's hand and then another.

"You'll do alright for yourself, these lines here though, they trouble me."

"Because.." asked Jenna.

"Your heart line and your fate line cross several times. You're a good person, but you have hard hands, there will be hard work and struggle for you, but when it's all said and done, what you love will be waiting." Jenna took her hand out of Nana's and looked really uncomfortable. Nana saw it and blushed.

"I'm sorry sweetie; I didn't mean to upset you, at least you know what to expect," said Nana. Jenna smiled.

"It's ok, I already knew about the hard work part; at least I get something at the end." She was trying to joke it off, Greg knew her well enough to know she felt weird, but she was being polite and he felt the butterflies come back. Most people would be running the other way, even friends had their limitations, but there she was.

"Here I'll make it up to you. Here are pictures of Greg when he was younger. Would you like to see them?"

"Oh Nana, don't! Please," pleaded Greg. Jenna grinned and took the box Nana was holding. Jenna started laughing and showed him a picture of when he was three and dressed in tin-foil for Halloween.

"Oh you were so cute."

"Were cute?" asked Greg in mock angry.

"You're still cute, but this is toddler cute. A totally different genre of cute," said Jenna. Nana dug through the box and pulled out another photo.

"This is his senior year picture." Jenna took it and started to laugh. He was wearing a suit, tie and hair that wouldn't stay flat.

"You looked exactly like this on your first day at work," said Jenna.

"I did not."

"You so did."

"So what genre of cute is it?" asked Papa.

"Dorky cute!"

"Dorky! I can't wait till you're family comes out here and I get to see you in toddler cute pictures," said Greg

"That will be the day," said Jenna.

"I've embarrassed him enough for tonight," Nana put the box away and Jenna looked at Greg.

"You're still cute though."

"Well I guess I can forgive you," said Greg.

"It's good to see that Greg has found such a sweet friend. Good friends are hard to come by," said Papa.

"Greg's a good friend, I was bored to tears before he started working there."

"Greg has told us what a little prankster you are, you make him laugh a great deal," said Nana. Greg could feel Jenna start to blush and she took a sip of her water.

"What can I say, I aim to please."

"My grandson was lucky to find you, very lucky," said Papa. Jenna went absolute red and Greg called for the check.

Greg drove back to Jenna's apartment to drop her off than go pick up Papa and Nana's car. They pulled into the apartment complex and Jenna gave both his grandparents a hug before getting out.

"It was very nice to meet you."

"It was also very nice to meet you. Stay sweet," said Nana. Jenna got out of the car and started to head to her apartment, when Papa tapped Greg on the back of the head.

"Where are your manners, walk the girl to the door." Greg turned the car off and got out.

"You don't have too," said Jenna.

"It will make them happy," said Greg. They walked up the stairs and to Jenna's door.

"Thanks for dinner."

"Well thank you for being such a good sport about the twenty questions, the palm reading and my baby photos."

"I didn't mind they were sweet people." Jenna took out her keys and got them in the lock.

"Jenna…" She stopped and looked him in the eyes. Greg was feeling pulled under by her eyes again. That overwhelming urge to kiss her came back in waves. Jenna turned the keys, unlocked the door and opened it.

"Um, good night, I'll see you on Monday," she said.

"Yeah, good night Jen," Greg waited until he heard the deadbolt click and headed back down to the car. His grandparents could see the disappointment in his face.

"Tell me you kissed her good night," said Papa. Greg started the car and drove off.

"No," Greg started the car and his grandparents started muttering in Norwegian.

"That girl is in love with you and you're half way there. Why are you fighting it sweetheart?" asked Nana. Greg found himself at a loss for words; he had never really questioned why he denied it and he went back the argument he had been using with himself since Christmas.

"She's my best friend and I'm seeing someone."

"You're seeing her, she's not seeing you," said Papa.

"What's that suppose to mean." Greg felt annoyed with their meddling and it came out in his voice.

"Now don't get mad, we're just pointing out what we saw tonight and what your mother has told us. You're a nice young man, Gregory, but Dana isn't a nice lady. Your mother told us about all the fights you two have and how you have to fight with her to do anything with you. She makes you so sad, than your mother tells about the nice office lady you've become friends with and she told us she can almost see a smile on your face when you talk about her over the phone. Than we meet her and she's sweet and kind and all the things you want to fall in love with and you push it away. Why are you still with someone who makes you so unhappy when the person who puts a smile on your face with no effort is right in front of you?" asked Nana. When faced with the question coming from his own grandmother and pointing out everything he had been ignoring for over a year he couldn't think of a good answer.

"I don't know, I mean a part of me still cares about Dana and I used to really love her and I just wanna feel that way again."

"You can lead a horse to water, it doesn't mean they're going to drink," said Papa. Greg nodded and the rest of the car ride was quite, he got them back to the office parking lot where their car was. They all got out and hugs were exchanged.

"We just want you to be happy sweetie. I just want you to know that when you look at her, you get a look in your eye that I see your grandfather get when we're alone, and I saw the same look in your mother's eyes when she brought your father home for the first time, just think about it," said Nana.

"I'll try," he said. She gave him one more tight hug and got in the other car with Papa and they drove away. Greg got back in his car and turned up one of his Manson cd's in an effort to drown out his thoughts. It was a wasted effort; his grandparents' words were eating at him.

"Jenna told you about her crush on me on me at the beach party."

"No she had a crush on you at the beach party," Mitch corrected him. Greg blinked and he felt like the world had shifted and Mitch realized what he had done.

"Look forget I said anything, she's with someone, and you're with someone. You guys are good friends and you always will be friends." It bothered Greg though, why didn't she just tell him the truth to start with…than he realized that he couldn't even ask her to tell him the truth because it was hard. He could only fathom how hard it was for her telling him part of the truth. After Mitch told him, he found himself question every second he spent with Jenna, he found himself thinking things about her that he should never have thought. Their mishap at the Christmas party cemented those thoughts in his head, because he knew what he could of had.

"Stop trying to fool yourself…you want her don't you? That's why you stare when she isn't looking. That's why you didn't move when she fell on you. That's why you were going to press onward with her in storage room, you want her so bad you can taste it can't you? I bet she's sweet, she felt sweet didn't she?" asked that evil little voice. Greg had to sit down; he hurt from the conflict in his own head. Yes he wanted, he wanted her in ways that he never wanted anyone before, not even Dana had made feel like that. He was surprised to himself in his parking lot at home. He got out and let himself into his apartment, he didn't turn on any of the lights, just went and laid down in his bed.

What the hell was wrong with him, she was his friend, growing up a child prodigy had been lonely to say the least. Yeah, he had friends, but there was never a true connection. He couldn't connect with people his own age, they couldn't keep up with mentally and after awhile they just wanted to be friends with him for homework copying. The fact that Dana had expressed interest in him for him and not homework was a shock to him, their relationship was just something he fell into and stayed there. He knew Dana wasn't the brightest person, but he cared about her and there were moments when she really cared about him.

Jenna was the first person he could connect with, ever really connected with, she kept him on his toes, challenged him to think. Granted it was about what their next prank would be on Barb, but she made him think. There were times were even he had trouble keeping up with her and how quick she could think of something new to do or a new way to annoy Barb. He was always in awe of how fast she could think on her feet and get them out of trouble with Mitch. She could make him laugh with one well placed remark or a glance. She always went out of her way to cheer him up when he was down. But wasn't that what friends did? He wanted to rip his brain out of his head, just so he wouldn't have to think anymore. He felt a head ache coming on and he could hear the two voices that came up when he thought about Jenna in any way other than his friend.

"She always runs away when you get close, did you ever notice that. If she wants you the way you want her, why does she run?" said his rational side.

"Did you ever think that she might be as scared as you are? You didn't want to lose her has a friend ,isn't that's why you backed down at Christmas and gave her that 'we're friends and we'll always be friend," line. Maybe she's the same way…just as scared about taking that step as you are. You and I both know what you want, it's gone past that physical ache, that want, you need her, she it for you. It's become more than having sex with her. You see her and you see your life, someone who will always be there, someone who can understand you without a word. Why are you still here…go…call her…get in your car and stand on her door step until she lets you in. Do something damn it!"

He couldn't do it though, he couldn't deal with what would happen if Jenna told him no, it was late, she didn't feel that for him anymore. It would break him and he would lose her and that feeling he got just by being in the room with her. It was better this way, he knew his feelings now and at least he could have some peace with himself and still hold on to her.

"You're a moron and you don't deserve her if you can't take that step!" Greg got undressed and went to sleep. When Dana came in later that night and into his bed, they had sex, but the lights were off and he kept his eyes closed the whole time. He thought of tan skin, dark hair and green eyes. He thought of the smell of pine trees and how she felt like silk in his hands.

"Lie to yourself all you want, we know better."

Jenna closed her apartment door and fell against it. Twice…twice in one day Greg Sanders looked like he was going to kiss her and she walked away from it. It hurt like having acid thrown in your face, but she couldn't do it. She couldn't kiss him now, she promised herself he wasn't going to get that last little bit of herself she had left. Besides, he told her to her face at Christmas…friends always, nothing else. Why all of sudden was he trying to put the moves on her? Did he get something out of screwing her head, because if he was the least he could do was give her a cut.

"He tries to feel you up at Christmas, but sends out no-no beams and we walk away from something we've wanted for over a year now. He tells you you're his friend and nothing else, than makes kissy eyes at you and we walk away again, because of what he said in December."

She got undressed and into some fuzzy pj's and crawled into bed. She hoped the wine from dinner would help her get a dreamless sleep. She woke up around 2 am, realized she was alone again and started to cry.

Vegas 2005

She was crying again, he could bring her tears with just a memory. It wasn't fair, how he quickly he could break her. Looking back, she should never have let herself fall so hard for him. He made it so easy for her to, no one, in all the years before and after him, had any man given her the respect or passion that he did. Jenna wiped her eyes and decided that when this was done and they found out who killed Bridezilla, she was burning this box and spreading the ashes in the desert and that would be the last time she ever dealt with Greg Sanders again.

She fiddled with the jade charm he gave her before she came back to Vegas. She sell that after she burned her box, take the money and use it to buy booze or take the staff out for dinner, she just wanted it and him gone and out of her life again. She put the letters and pictures back in the box and noticed that a white rose petal was sticking to one of the pictures. Jenna took the petal off and tossed the pictures and letters back in the box. She shut the box and put it away, than looked down at the petal in her hand.

"He bought you white roses after your first time together. When you finally broke and you let him have that last little piece of yourself. Looking back, it wasn't a fair trade off, all of you for a dozen white roses and some wine." Jenna took that petal, walked into her kitchen and threw it in the trash were it belonged. She made herself sit down and finish the last of the invoices, took a hot bath and crawled into bed and was happy that she fell into one of those dreamless sleeps.

Writers note-I've learned that when I have writers block with a school paper, I go back to this and soon find the writer's block gone and I can finish another term paper. So yeah, another chapter done. I couldn't find a website that had Norwegian translator…damn it.

Next Chapter-I'm sorry I made you wait…Jenna and Greg finally come clean…for those who have been loyal readers, I'm sure that this is what you've been waiting for. And I'm sorry for the wait you had to go through.

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