I'm sorry I made you wait

Stanford, California

March 1998

About two weeks had passed since his grandparents had come to town and he was still bothered by their words and right now he was happy they weren't here to see the fight he was in with Dana. It would just prove them right on everything.

"I don't know why it's such a big deal Greg. What's wrong with staying in San Francisco, it's close to your family, my family, our friends. Why the hell do you want to uproot and start over?"

"I just wanted to know if I ever got the chance to move to another lab, would you come with me. That's all, a simple yes/no or 'I need to think about it' answer would have done it. You screaming at me isn't." Greg snapped.

He was sorry he had brought up the topic. The lab with the San Francisco PD called yesterday afternoon, told him that they would be delighted to take him. However, other lab offers had started to come in: New York, Boston, and Atlanta had started to come calling for him and they all looked really promising. Good DNA techs were always in high demand; he could easily move to New York and start pulling close to a six figure salary in less than four years if he proved good enough. He wanted to know how Dana felt, if she would be interested in coming with him. By her reaction, you think that it was the end of the world.

"Why the hell would I want to move across the country. I'm happy here, I don't know why you aren't?" she asked.

"I am happy, but if the chance comes to do something better, I wanted to know if you would be their?" Greg had a feeling he wasn't going to like the answer.

"No, I'm sorry I can't." Greg nodded and went to get ready for work. Dana followed him. "Oh now you're going to act all pissy with me, big surprise there."

"Why are we fighting?"

"You started it!"

"No I asked you a simple question, you started it by asking me, 'what kind of fool do you take me for? Why the hell would I leave California?' And than called me a bunch of names."

"Well why would I?" she asked.

"I don't know, for me, our relationship. Those are two good points." Greg got a shirt on and started tying his shoes. God he wanted away from her right now, he never thought he would be this desperate to go to work.

"Do we have a relationship?" asked Dana. Greg turned around.

"What do you call damn near living together and the sex we have?" snapped Greg. Dana sighed.

"I didn't mean for this to go on for so long," Greg froze and he felt hurt.

"What?"

"This, us. You're nice and you're a great guy, but come on," said Dana. Greg clenched his jaw.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?'

"We don't work well at all. I wanted to make it work, because you wanted to make it work, but Greg. I can't stand this anymore, this is a waste of time." Greg was past hurt, he was pissed.

"So I'm a waste of time, you couldn't tell me this a year ago. What the fuck Dana." She picked up her purse.

"I can't be with you anymore Greg. We drive each other nuts, this is isn't working and it's just a waste of time trying." Greg was really pissed now.

"Why couldn't you tell me this fucking ages ago. Why now, huh?" She glared at him.

"Because it's time to move on now, you're moving I don't get why you're so pissed at me about wanting the same thing. We had our fun, but being with you is a lost cause. I'm done." She walked out the door leaving Greg a fuming mess. He picked up the breakfast dishes and slammed them into the sink.

Unimaginable bitch…what the hell. I ask her to be with me and she throws it in my face! Bitch!!!! I'm a waste of time…what the fuck. Greg was so pissed he was shaking, he couldn't remember ever being this pissed off.

Well she's right in a way; you two are horrible for each other. Greg groaned he wasn't in the mood for a debate with himself; however his brain had other plans.

Maybe she heard you talking in your sleep and she dumping you now, because she knows it's not her you want. Greg got his lunch together and tried to forget about his latest dream, he was dreaming about Jenna again. This one was on the beach, a thing of mineral oil and her.

He slammed more dishes into the sink and he felt his pissed off mood turn to Jenna. Why couldn't she have been quite on Beach Day, why the hell did she have to tell Mitch anything? If she hadn't of told Mitch, Mitch wouldn't have told him anything and things between them would be normal and he wouldn't have to deal with waking up in the middle of night wanting something he couldn't have. He slammed the door and locked it. This was Jenna's fault, entirely her fault.

Oh hell no. Don't blame her for your shitty relationship coming to an end because she was honest…well sort of honest. She has more balls than you do at least she knows what she wants. Greg drove to work, breaking at least three major traffic laws and headed into the office. He was going to drag her into that stairwell and let her have it, she drove him crazy and his thoughts about her put a hole in his relationship. Deep down he knew it wasn't true, he just wanted someone to blame and Jenna was a convenient target. He was surprised to see her desk empty and somehow her not being there pissed him off even more.

"Where's Jenna?" asked Greg turning to Marv.

"Interview, for the internship, remember? Are you ok Greg?"

"Yeah, peachy," he slammed down into his desk and Marv backed off. He really wished the two of them would stop this retarded dance they were in. Everyone saw how crazy they were for each other. Marv saw it first, Jenna was always quite, and the only time she acted up before Greg was when Barb started calling her Jenny. She told Marv that she was going to put the hole punch in ice and she would be done. A week of putting her stuff in ice she drive the point home. Than Greg came and was instantly amused by it, and Jenna started pulling more pranks. It was her way of getting close to him, Greg encouraged her, his way of getting close to her. It was childish, but at the same time it was cute to see people fall in love with each other over a frozen two hole punch. Marv shook his head and went back to work. Around ten Jenna came into work, beaming. She headed into Mitch's office first and after a couple of minutes, they both came out and Mitch was calling the office to attention.

"I'm sorry to bother everyone, I'll make this quick. Our little Jen here was able to get an internship with Hartman and Cedar, which we all know is one of the best marketing firms in the state. Our little miss will be leaving us in August and I'm sure she'll take all her experience that we taught her and make us proud."

"What experience?" asked Leo getting the office to laugh.

"I don't know Leo, maybe I'll take your dirty dancing skills with me," said Jenna getting the office laughing even harder.

Greg stayed glued to his desk not saying a word or even looking up. Mitch said something about a going away party and everyone went back to work. Jenna came skipping over to his desk after she punched in. She sat down on his desk and started chatting a mile a minute.

"Oh my god Greg, I really didn't think they would give it to me, because my resume wasn't as good as some of the other people up for it. I mean they had lots of club activities and stuff. All I had was my job here and my grades, but I really sold them during the interview." She started unpinning her hair from a braid bun and kept talking. "I told them I had real world experience helping my mom with her bakery and they started asking me…"

"Go away." She finished unbraiding her hair and looked at him shocked.

"What?" He looked her dead in the eyes.

"Go away, leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you right now; in fact I don't when I'll wanna talk to you again." He said it so quietly that only Jenna and Marv heard him. Marv turned around and dropped his jaw and waited for the fallout. Jenna not only heard him, but she heard the hate in his voice and saw it in his eyes. She bit the inside of her check and nodded, she was shaking with the effort it took not to cry. Laura walked over and started chatting.

"Oh I'm so proud of you, sweetie, I knew you could do it. I have some forms…" Laura stopped and took in the scene. Her husband was staring at Greg and Jenna who looked like they wanted to tear each other apart.

"Laura, you still behind on those personal reports?" asked Jenna her voice tense.

"Yeah."

"Would it be alright if I went over to HR and helped you with them? I don't have any work on my desk." Laura nodded; Jenna got off Greg's desk, grabbed her stuff and slammed over to HR. Greg went back to slamming his keys. Laura looked at Marv and mouthed.

"What the hell?"

"I don't know," he mouthed back. Laura shook her head and went back to HR. Marv looked at Greg.

"Greg?"

"What?"

"Don't take that tone with me, I'll take you out back and kick your ass. I wanted to know if you would like to have lunch with me this afternoon?" asked Marv.

"Sure, why not," snapped Greg getting up to get some more coffee. Marv shook his head and wondered why kids these days were so damn slow.

Greg kept looking up and expected Jenna to be there, when he realized that she wasn't and it was because he said something totally uncalled for and hurtful, he felt like someone was taking his fingers and slamming them in a door. He was just so furious with Dana, he was furious with himself for feeling what he was feeling about Jenna.

We told you not to take your failed relationship issues and drop them on her. God you are a dick. You couldn't even let her be happy for five seconds before ripping into her. She wouldn't have done that to you. I hope she stays over in HR or another part of the office until May and you leave, you don't even deserve to be in the same room with her after the bullshit this morning... Greg wanted to go in to HR and beg her to come back to her desk, play a prank with him, talk with him, anything. He thought the three months they went barely talking hurt, this was much worst. At least they were able to fix that and go back to normal; he didn't think that anything would fix what he said. He put a file aside and went to grab another one, when Marv poked him.

"Still want food?" Greg nodded, he just wanted out of here and away from that empty desk.

"So…" said Marv picking at his food.

"Yeah?"

"I'm no good at being subtle, that's Laura's job. So I'm just gonna cut to the chase. What the hell is going on with you and Jenna? I never thought that I would hear you tell Jenna to go fuck off."

"I didn't say that!"

"Not in those words, but telling someone you don't know when you wanna speak to them again, is a nicer way than saying fuck off. What gives, you two have a fight?" Greg shook his head.

"Dana broke up with me this morning."

"Over Jenna?" asked Marv.

"No. I got a job in San Francisco, but other places have started calling and I asked Dana if I got the chance would she come with me. This started a fight and she broke up with me, saying that I was a lost cause and that our relationship was a waste of time."

"Ouch."

"Well before that she called me a lot of names that I didn't hear before and she wanted to know why the hell would she leave California for me."

"Doesn't explain your blow up at Jen though." Greg took a long sip of his water.

"She just….I don't know anymore. Why couldn't she just keep it to herself?" Marv was starting to see it now.

"Her crush, is that what she should have kept to herself?"

"Yes, her damn crush. Why did she have to tell Mitch, huh? Things were fine before she told him anything. And Mitch has an even bigger mouth than her."

"What did Mitch tell you?"

"That she had a crush on me at the beach party, Jenna told me she used to have a crush on me. Her having and used to have are two different things. If she had a crush on me, why didn't she say anything before she told Mitch? Or just been quite about it"

"You're being very unfair," said Marv. Greg looked at him and blinked.

"My relationship of almost two years ended today and I'm being unfair."

"You and Dana broke up, because you want something more than she does. Jenna has nothing to do with that. You know that. So I'm going to ask you again, why did you blow up her this morning?"

"Because…I don't know." Marv looked him in the eye.

"I'm going to tell you what I think and I have a feeling I'm going to hit the nail on the head. You like her, a lot. It's gone past being her friend and it eats at you, because she is your friend and you can't bear the thought of what would happen if that friendship ended. You throw yourself into a relationship that you know and it's familiar, because it's easier than facing what you're scared of. You're scared of her and what could happen or not happen. It eats at you some more and you can't stand what it's doing to you and you do one of two things: you let it in or you push as far away as possible. You my friend are pushing it away and you'll wake up years from now and wonder why you pushed away something so good." Greg's jaw dropped, it was like Marv reached in and yanked out his thoughts.

"How…"

"How do I know. I pushed Laura away for over ten years because she was my friend and I didn't want to lose that if she said no to me. I was married to someone I couldn't stand for years and I hated every second of it. In the end, we realized that we weren't right for each other and got a divorce. But I wasted my years, my ex-wife's years and Laura's years denying what I knew. And even after my divorce I still had trouble being honest with Laura and she had the same trouble, because she 'kept quite' all those years. She told me after we got married, she wanted to tell me a thousand times a day how she really felt, and she would come over from HR and want to tell me everything, but couldn't do it. She had been quite for so long she didn't know how to say it." Marv took a drink and went on.

"She sigh, and go back to HR and I knew she was there and struggling. Yet, I couldn't do it either. She made me lose so many games of FreeCell because I couldn't focus. What I'm trying to you is, don't waste anymore time and don't get mad at her cause she had the guts to admit part of the truth, be it to you, or Mitch or a bum on the street corner. You think your hurting now; she's been dealing with her issues about you for over a year now. Think about how it felt for her to watch you with Dana and sit in silence. Yeah, she went out with Roberto, but she was doing what you were doing, getting a relationship, because it was easy and was a buffer for her from you."

Greg sat in silence; it never really crossed his mind how Jenna felt. It sounded selfish, but even after he found out about her crush; he acted like nothing had happened. He kept having Dana around Jenna and looking back now he could see something in her eyes, like a light going out. Even before, Jenna told him about the crush he always noticed she seem to fade when she was around him and Dana, but he never said anything.

"I'm a real ass." Marv shrugged.

"I can't count how many times I hurt Laura in little ways; she always buried them and went on like nothing was wrong. But, I know now and now you know. I was lucky, Laura waited, but I can't say the same for Jenna."

"I don't know what to do," said Greg.

"Be honest or stop jerking her chain," said Marv. Greg nodded, Marv paid for their meals and they went back to work.

Going over to HR was one of the hardest things he had ever done. He waited till it was close to five and few people would be left in the office. HR was in their own glass enclosed section. He took a look around to find Jenna sitting a desk with her back to him. He took a breath and walked over to where Jenna was sitting.

"Jenna." She turned around, eyed him. She looked horrible, her eyes were pink, her hair was crimped from the braid she had it in earlier, and it seemed to make her face appear thinner and she seemed pale. She let out some noise of disgust and turned her back to him and kept on working.

"I'm really sorry about this morning." She reached over a turned on a radio and turned it up loud. Those who were still in HR started peeking around the cubicle walls to see what was going on. Greg could see he had really pushed her buttons and that repairing this would take a great deal of effort. He got down next to her ear and started talking so only she would hear.

"I acted like a dick this morning and…"

"Congrats, you win the award for 'Biggest understatement of the year.' Excuse me I'm working," she said loudly. Jenna kept typing and Greg could almost feel the distance between them growing larger by the second. He sat down the bag of Skittles and kept talking in her ear.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, but if you let me explain…"

"Go on, explain why you felt the need to treat me like third rate dog shit on what should have been a very happy day for me. If you can give me a good reason for why you acted like the world's biggest douche bag, I may consider forgiving you in the next ten years," said Jenna her voice cold and dead and her eyes not even leaving the screen.

"I'll be in the stairwell until 5:30, if you want to know why, meet me there, please"

"We'll see," she said in that same cold and dead voice. Greg nodded and left HR and went to wait for her.

5:29:30…the watch he was looking at was like a cruel reminder of everything. All the times he didn't notice her, all the times he did and pushed it away, all the time he spent questioning.

She's not coming.

She has too, she owes us that

What does she owe you, you made it quite clear that you don't care about her on several occasions. Now you expect her to come running, because it's what you want. God you really suck at the whole relationship thing.

5:29:42

I didn't mean to hurt her.

Well you did, you did it a lot.

I'm sorry

5:29:55

She's not coming

You lost her; you lost the most wonderful person you'll ever know. All the time they spent together was starting to fill his head.

That smirk she gave you when Barb found the frozen hole punch, The office drinking games, the time she helped change your tire, the Halloween when the office had it's costume party and Jenna dressed up like Barb and it won scariest costume, her singing Spice girls or anything else that popped into her head while on hold, the Valentine's day when you guys passed out Hello Kitty and Batman cards like grade school kids, The April's fools day when you guys didn't play a prank on Barb and it freaked her out all day, your birthday when she made the cake and got you the balloon that sang 'We will rock you', throwing her into the Pacific ocean, IHOP, Billy Idol ,and Pearl Jam, singing the Thanksgiving song when anyone mentioned turkey, cranberries or Thanksgiving, the scent of pine and Sister Hazel, asking for the cork and hugging his grandparents. That look of hurt when he told her to go away, the dead tone in her voice.

5:32:15

She wasn't coming and something inside him wanted to sob. He got up from the step he was sitting on and was planning to stop by a liquor store and drink the weekend away. He got two steps down, when he heard a whizzing noise and felt something hard hit the back of his head. He almost fell down the stairs and was seeing stars, he could feel the knot rising.

"You're lucky, I was thinking about a stapler or a tape dispenser, but Laura said that bounce ball was rock hard," said Jenna. Greg picked up the fist size plastic ball that hit his head and gave her a look.

"Your grandfather told you not to piss my people off, we have good aim and like I said you're lucky it wasn't a larger object." She smoothed her skirt out and sat on the first step. Greg tossed her the ball and she put it in her purse. He came back up the stairs and sat next to her.

"Your also lucky, Laura talked to me. I was ready to go home after you left HR and leave your ass sitting here. But, Laura said that at least you were trying to apologize and that meant you realized that you acted like a douche bag and were trying to make up for it and that I should try to hear you out." She got a thing of peanut butter cups out of her purse.

"So what was it, evil twin, multiple personality who hates me, it's your time of the month. I'm really drawing a blank here, Greg. What you said this morning was really shitty; if you're pissed at me for something, at least have the decency to tell me what I did." Greg took the peanut butter cups and their hands brushed and that spark was there. Greg put the candy in his lunch box and looked at Jenna.

It's never been like this with Dana, it's always been like this with Jenna. You just didn't did see it till now."

"Dana and I broke up this morning…well she broke up with me." Jenna's jaw dropped and she was ready to go stomp a bitch.

"Why?"

"Because I have goals and I wanted to know if I got the chance to leave California would she come with me. She told me I wasn't worth leaving her life here for and that our relationship was a waste of time. So I'm a worthless loser and a waste of time."

"Yeah we're going to go stomp a bitch this weekend," thought Jenna. She was still really pissed with Greg, but he was her friend and he needed her right now. She scooted a little closer to him and took one of his hands.

"You are not a waste of time and you're not a worthless loser. When you're not PMS-ing on me you are the kindest, sweetest, most wonderful person I've ever met and if she can't see that than she's a waste of time and a loser." Greg would swear years later that when she said that, he felt his heart skip a beat.

She's telling you without telling you that she still cares about you in that way. Do something, no more stalling.

Greg looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. She felt uncomfortable in his gaze, he was getting the look in his eyes that he had at the Christmas party, but something else was there too, something she knew would break her. She got up to walk away, when Greg stood up and grabbed her wrist and made her turn towards him and look him in the eyes.

Why is running…ask her. If she wants us why does she always run away?

"Greg?"

"Why do you always run away from me?"

"What?" He was starting to scare her and she tried to pull away, but his grip was firm and he started backing her in to a corner away from the stairs and the door.

"Not till you answer me. Why? Why do you always run away? I want to know why you ran away at the Christmas party? You wanted me too didn't you? I've had so many dreams about that night and what you do to me in those dreams…they turn me inside out and I want it even more. Do you still have that crush on me, Jenna I want to know now and I want the truth!"

"Yes!!! I've wanted you, do you have any clue how hard it is to pretend otherwise? To see you with that bitch and know she couldn't even come close to loving you the way I do." She let out something between a sob and a laugh.

"What I do to you in your dreams…I've woken up crying at night because I realized it was a dream and you weren't really there. Christmas! You wanted me than?! No you didn't, I felt you shaking and I saw your eyes, you were scared. That's why I ran, I keep running from you to save what little piece of me you don't have yet." Jenna was sobbing and trying to pry his hand off her. "Let me go Greg, please. This hurts."

"No, I'm not letting you run anymore." He lifted her face with his free hand and kissed her. She hesitated at first, but she soon caved into the need she had. He pinned her to the wall and was holding both hands above her head. He pushed himself closer to her, not leaving any space between them. The temperature seemed to go up the moment his body got closer to her. Her body was pumping off heat and she was moaning into his mouth. He let go of her hands and ran his hands over her, through her hair, he brushed away the tears he had caused, over her shoulders and down to her hips. He dug his fingers into her hips and pressed himself against her even harder. Her hands found his neck and she was pulling him in for more.

"Now…we need her now!!!" screamed his body.

"No…not here, she's better than that. She's waited so long for you, to be your lover and now is the time to show her that you love her," said his heart. He broke the kiss and both of them were out of breath. She looked so broken, he wanted to cry.

"Why, why did you stop?" asked Jenna her whole body was shaking and Greg held her tight.

"I need you in so many ways right now and I knew if I didn't stop I was going to have you here." Jenna nodded and pushed him away slowly.

"My apartment is fifteen minutes away…do you?"

"God yes," he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the stairs. Jenna was grateful she still had thought and she grabbed Greg's stuff and her purse. Greg pulled her through the parking lot not caring who saw them.

"Where are my god-damn car keys?" he snapped. Jenna held up his lunch box.

"In here?" Greg snatched the box out of her hands and found the keys.

"Thank you god," they both thought and got in the car. Jenna barely got her seat belt on and Greg was peeling out the parking lot. Jenna simply dumped her purse out, not caring about things like her wallet or checkbook that ended up on the floor; she just wanted her damn apartment keys. Greg broke almost every speed limit law in California and got to the apartment in less than ten minutes. She found them in one of her side pockets and took Greg's hand; he took it and gave it a good squeeze. He speed into the apartment complex and parked with his brakes squealing. Once he parked, he leaned over to Jenna and kissed her hard again. She broke it and got out the car.

"Upstairs, not here," she told him, Greg barely remembered to turn the car off and ran after Jenna. She got the key in the lock and got the door opened and he was on her again.

"I've fought this for too damn long," he muttered sliding his hands down her back. Jenna got him in and shut the door and found herself with her back against the door and Greg in front of her sliding his hands up her shirt, kissing her the whole time and pressing hard against her. She felt him through the layers of clothing between them and knew she needed to make him understand something before it went any further.

"Slow down damn it." Jenna pushed him away carefully and looked at him and he looked as broken as she when he stopped kissing her.

"Oh Jen, please." She took a deep breath and took his hands and looked at him.

"I've wanted this and you for a long time…slow down please. I'm not here for you to get your frustration out; I'm not going to be used for amusement. I'm going to love you." She got him against the wall and pressed herself against him. "Did Dana ever love you? I don't think so." She started kissing his neck slowly and he felt his knees buckle. "She's fucked you plenty I imagine, but love you, no she didn't do that." Her hands slide under his shirt and he felt himself going under.

Jenna placed her hands on his waist and started kissing him slowly all the while leading him to her bedroom. "You've driven crazy for over a year now; I've had dreams about you, even before the Christmas party and I'll be damned if you rush this. I'm going to love you and it's going to be slow." She was taking off his shirt and tossing it on the floor. "It's going to be sweet, it's going to linger." Jenna was peeling off layers while she talked, her sweater, his undershirt, she kicked off her shoes. She stopped on the edge of her bedroom and pulled him into a kiss that turned him inside out and when she broke it she whispered into his ear.

"And you're going to love every second of it, I promise. How does that sound?"

"It sounds wonderful," he was surprised that he could still find thought to speak. "Good." She gave him a smile and her eyes were shining and pulled him into her bedroom.

They laid there afterwards and Greg wished he could find words to describe what he was feeling right now in this moment with Jenna curled up next to him wrapped in a sheet.

Peace, relief, absolute bliss.

He was…relaxed, the kind of relaxed you feel after a nap or a hot shower. He knew it sounded lame, but he was the closest he could come to giving what just happened between them words. He was feeling warmth, not just the warmth from the bed or the warmth that was still between them, but something inside him felt warm. He looked down and smiled to himself. Jenna looked like she was sleeping and had put her head on his chest and had wrapped her free arm around his waist. Her hair had fallen in her eyes and Greg went to move it away. His fingertips had barely touched her when she smiled and looked at him.

"Hey."

"Hey," he brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. Jenna seemed to be blushing, which considering everything that had happened between them was almost comical to him.

"So?" Jenna asked.

"So what?"

"Do you feel weird about this…about us?" her voice was so serious he almost laughed. But, he knew what this really meant to her and he didn't.

"No, I don't feel weird about this at all. In fact, I feel really, really good about this. Do you feel weird?" Jenna smiled and she sat up a little and kissed him.

"That answer your question."

"Not really," she smiled and Greg realized that this smile was for him and him alone.

"You are a dork, but you're my dork now so I guess I can forgive you."

"Why did we wait so long?" asked Greg.

"You want the long answer or the short answer?" Jenna pressed herself against him and put her head back on his chest.

"Well I plan on being here awhile, so I'll take the long answer." Greg toyed with her hair in one hand and was holding her hand in his free hand. Dana was never one for pillow talk or cuddling afterward, so he intended to enjoy this for as long as possible.

"I was a coward, you were seeing someone and neither one of us could take a step forward and be honest because we're morons…so in short we're morons." Greg kissed her forehead again.

"That sounds about right." A silence fell between them; Greg realized that Jenna was the first person he enjoyed being quite with as much as he enjoyed talking to. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feel of her skin on his, the sound of her breathing; she was starting to doze off. He moved his hand down to her wrist to feel her pulse. It was slow and even, matching him.

"Thank you," he told her.

"For what," she muttered half asleep.

"Loving me."

"Anytime."

They woke back up a few hours later and Jenna realized she was starving, she didn't eat lunch and she had been too worked up about her interview to eat breakfast. The bedside clock read 8 p.m. and her stomach was screaming that it was time to eat now. She started looking for her pj's on the bedside floor. Greg smirked and pulled her close to him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Looking for clothing."

"Now why would you wanna put clothes on? I'll just have to take them off again." Jenna rolled over to face him and put her hands on his chest.

"I'm starving and cooking naked is bad. So I have to put something on."

"We can order in." Jenna started laughing.

"I can't answer the door naked, Greg. I promise to get naked again after we eat." Greg pulled her into a deep kiss and ran his hands down her back.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing you," he told her.

"That's good, I plan on kissing you a lot," she got out of his grip and Greg groaned.

"Come back." Jenna threw a towel at him.

"We smell like sin and I'm going to take a shower. Would you like to join me?" Greg jumped out of bed and grabbed the towel.

"Lead the way."

It took some work for both of them to shower in Jenna's mini shower, but Greg had to admit it was worth every second. They needed a second shower when they were done and they stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out. They dried off and Jenna got into some pajama pants and a pull over sweatshirt and Greg was left trying to find his clothes that started at Jenna's front door and finished in her bedroom.

"I'm sorry I don't have anything else for you to wear," said Jenna looking at his rumbled clothes. Greg shrugged.

"I'll just have to do a drive of shame back to my place." Jenna raised an eyebrow.

"Because?" Greg wrapped both arms around her waist.

"Well I planned on being here all weekend and I while I love your cherry soap, but it's not me and I would like to get a change of clothes, maybe a pillow, because you hog yours. Unless you don't want me here, because you're expecting someone else." Jenna pulled him into one of those inside out kisses.

"And what was that for?" asked Greg.

"You can stay here as long as you want. I just wanted to make sure you had a reason to come back." Greg realized that she was still feeling insecure about this and he understood that after two years of waiting, she would have those issues.

"I have lots of reasons to come back and I'll be back soon, I promise." Jenna gave him a playful shove.

"Go get your pillow you big baby."

Greg grabbed some clothes and his bathroom kit. He remembered the pillow and was getting ready to call his parents to let them know he wouldn't be home this weekend, he would just tell them he was going to be at friend's house, he would tell them about the break-up and getting together with Jenna later. He reached for the phone when he heard a knock on the door. He had a feeling about who it was and it depressed him, but hopeful this would be the last time he had to deal with her. He opened the door and saw Dana standing in the doorway.

"Can I come in?"

"No, I'm leaving." He stepped out and locked the door behind him.

"I'm sorry about this morning…"

"Save it, you made yourself clear, we're done." Greg went to leave and she blocked his way.

"Baby, come on," she went to kiss him and Greg stepped back, he wanted nothing to do with her anymore.

"Don't, it's old. I'm leaving and you're holding me up." Dana really looked at him and she was taking in the overnight bag and his rumpled clothes. Her eyes narrowed and she seemed to be getting red in the face.

"Who is she?"

"None of your damn business now you have to go, because I'm tried of standing out here. Dana seemed to be thinking and pieces seemed to be falling into place for her and her face got even redder.

"I should have known you go crawling to her after I dumped your ass. So how long have you been fucking the office spic? Have you been fucking her behind my back? You have, haven't you?"

"No I didn't fuck her behind your back. We started doing that…about four hours ago. That's over ten hours after you told me that I was a lost cause and a waste of time. We're done and Jenna's waiting for me, so move." Dana stayed where she was and got in his face.

"I should have known she was a whore. I've seen the way she looked at you, should have known she go after the spoiled rich white boy. How much is Greg, can you afford her?"

"I've never hit anyone in my life, but you're going to push me there if you say one more word. Now, we're done and Jenna had nothing to do with it. This is my choice to be with her, now get out of my face. I'll pack your stuff up later on this week and take it to your job next week. I don't want to see you ever again, do you understand me?" Dana slapped him and stormed off. Greg touched his check and winced, he hoped it didn't leave a mark. He got in his car and headed back where he was wanted.

Jenna almost jumped when she heard her door click open. She was still trying to figure out what dream she was in.

It has to be a dream, because it's too damn good to be true…we're going to wake up alone and find out that everything that happened was a dream. Jenna walked into her living room and saw Greg shutting and locking the door. In one hand he held an overnight bag and pillow. In his other hand he held a bunch of long stemmed white roses and a bottle of Merlot. He dropped his bag and turned to see Jenna smiling from the kitchen. He held up the bottle and roses sheepishly.

"Got you something," he went into the kitchen and gave her the roses. Jenna blushed and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I don't have anything to put them in."

"Got any empty jars?" Jenna nodded and went through the recycling until she found a sauce jar. She washed it out and cut the roses to fit inside. Greg came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I think you're the first person, with the expectation of my mom, that I got flowers for. Dana hated flowers.

"That's because she didn't know what was good for her. They look really silly in that jar."

"I don't care." He muttered in her ear and moved his hands under her sweatshirt to feel the skin on her sides and felt how warm and soft she was.

"I made some bruschetta." Jenna turned around to face him and found herself putting her hands under his shirt. They felt themselves starting to go under again. Greg moved his hands to her lower back and pulled her closer to him.

"Can we eat it later?" he asked. Jenna nodded and he found himself lost in her eyes.

"I'm sorry I made you wait," said Greg hoping that she understood what he really meant.

"You were worth it though," muttered Jenna before she took him into one those kisses that turned him inside out.

Later on that night, the two of them were picking up a trail of clothes that started in the kitchen and ended in the living room and Jenna teased him almost all weekend about how his boxers made a great lamp shade.

Greg found himself walking through the hallway and he remembered the way it felt when she pulled him down the hall and into her bedroom. Where was she, wasn't she suppose to be here? Greg found himself opening a door at the end of the hallway and walked into her bedroom. Jenna looked like she was sleeping with her back to him and he saw himself sitting on the bed next to her. His self from almost eight years ago looked at him and frowned.

"Why are you here? She's sleeping, you'll wake her up and than she be gone again. I don't want that." His past self looked at the sleeping form and smiled.

"She was always so beautiful when she was sleeping. I never wanted to leave and I didn't want her to go."

"I didn't either," Greg told him, he couldn't help but feel a little weird talking to himself. His past self shook his head.

"You don't get it…she back, but she not here. Why?"

"I can't let her back in."

"You shouldn't have shown her out. Why didn't you go to her when she sent that engagement notice? You should have been pounding on her door demanding an answer. She waited two years for you and suddenly she gets engaged after being away for six months…something wasn't right and you should have done something."

"She broke my heart."

"You broke her heart first…she needs your help…" His former self walked away from the bed and headed out the room. "She's strong, but she can't prove that she didn't kill that woman, you can though. And you need to before you lose her for good." He watched himself walk out the room and Greg found his attention drawn to the sleeping form on the bed, something about it seemed really off. He went to touch her shoulder, she felt cold. Greg rolled her over and saw a bruise on the side of her face and a gun shot blow to her left temple, her green eyes stared at him with light or warmth.

Greg sat up in bed and was gasping for air and shaking.

What the hell was that?!?!?!?! One hell of a nightmare, god this case was screwing with his mind in ways he didn't think was possible. He looked at the clock on the bedside and was slightly relived that he only had ten minutes to go before the alarm was going to go off anyway. He turned it off and headed for the shower. He needed to close this case and fast it was wearing on him being near her. Eight years wasn't long enough to get rid of the memories or the feelings.

"…she can't prove that she didn't kill that woman, you can though. And you need to before you lose her for good." Greg was really freaked out about the dead Jenna in his dream, yeah he wanted away from her, but her being dead was a little extreme. He finished his shower and started to get ready for work and he couldn't shake the feeling that something really horrible could happen to her if he didn't step up his efforts on this case.

She hurt me a lot, but I never want to see her hurt in anyway, especially not dead. His grandmother told him when he was growing up that he inherited her ability to see pieces of the future and when he got older he sometimes thought she was screwing with him, but their were times when he would know something that he shouldn't have, like when he was twelve and refused to go to a party with his parents, because he knew that a boy named Tom would make fun of his braces. Greg was right and Tom picked on him all night; however Greg had never met Tom or even heard about him till the party. Greg really bought Nana's belief in his sixth sense after that night. He hoped that deep down that dream wasn't his sixth sense kicking in.

Because tell yourself what you want, we know better and we know you still love her. And Greg had to agree with the little voice he hadn't heard in years.

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