A/N: Ok, so a little thing I feel I need to address. In chapter 2 Sara mentions Tony to get Greg off her back. And in chapter 3 he doesn't even ask about him. So, lets just say that he knew he lives out of town and based on that conversation, her new mystery man must be someone else. Hehehe. Thanks to Helkel031 for pointing it out. I like constructive criticism, but don't go crazy on me. I address the conversation that Gil and Sara have in BITE ME. A conversation that still confused me, so I tried to make sense of it. Hope it makes sense to you all. So, please read and review!! Thanks! :O)

Chapter Four

Sara tossed and turned. She was having a hard time sleeping. She felt bad about how angry she got at Grissom. Running away wasn't the answer. She stared up at the ceiling thinking of what she could say to him to make things right again. She looked at the clock. 6pm. Well, at least she got a few hours sleep.

By 10pm Sara was at the lab, going over some paperwork. She wanted to confront Grissom, but there never seemed to be a good moment. First, Ecklie had cornered Grissom. He had detained Gil for a good half hour. Sara was making her way to Grissom's office, when she saw Jim Brass entering Gil's office. She walked by and noticed he had made himself comfortable in one of the chairs. This could be a while.

By Midnight the entire Nigh Shift staff was in the lab. They were all working on wrapping up cases when a call came in. They headed out to the scene. A man called 911 having found his wife dead on the stairs. He was covered in blood. They began their investigation, collecting blood, analyzing spatter, logging footprints. Sara finally got a moment alone with Grissom when he came upon her in the upstairs master bedroom.

"Hey." She greeted him as he shined his flashlight on her. Sara was all business at first. She told him how the husband appeared to be staying in the spare bedroom. He agreed saying that it "was odd" that people who don't share a room would arrange to spend a night together. She thought about it for a moment thinking the answer could be snoring, insomnia or liking to work at night. She was not amused at Grissom's reply of "or maybe they were suffocating each other and he couldn't breath."

Sara dug around in the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of sexual lubricant. She had an idea. "You know, you don't have to sleep in the same bed to have sex. Or have romance." Grissom thought for a moment, then said he was going to go see the doctor. Any physical evidence of sexual activity Robbins would surely find. Sara smiled knowing he caught her double meaning.

They had a way of communicating, that even sometimes they could not explain. But somehow they knew that they were alright. This was just another hurdle in their delicate relationship, and they would make it through.

Hours later, when evidence was collected and being processed, Sara finally decided she needed to sleep. She stopped by Grissom's office on the way out, leaning against the doorframe watching him work.

"Hey." He looked up and gave her a weak smile.

"Hey." He got up and walked towards her. "So, you headed out?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty beat." He stopped in front of her, too close.

"So, uh. Going home alone?" He whispered.

Sara smiled at him, that cute little half smile that she gave when she was amused. "Well, that was my plan, but if you have a better idea, I'm game."

He smiled at her and shook his head in the affirmative. She smiled a full smile this time saying, "See you soon."

Sara made her way to the parking lot and was about to back up when Greg tapped on her window. Sara jumped and then smiled at Greg. She rolled down her window.

"What can I do for you, Greg?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you had time to spare for your pal Greggo?"

"Why? What's up?"

"Well, there's this girl..." He smiled weakly at her, giving her his best puppy dog eyes.

"Of course there is." Sara thought for a moment. "Ok, Greg, wanna go grab some food at the diner and talk?"

"Weeeellll, how bout I meet you at your place and we share some tequila and talk? I think I need some liquid nourishment." He winked at her.

"Sounds serious. Give me a 10 minute head start and meet me at my place."

"Sounds good!" He smiled triumphantly.

Sara pulled out the lab parking lot and made it home in record time. She took the stairs two at a time up to her apartment and rushed through the door. She hadn't been spending much time here recently, and when she did, it was with Grissom. Oh, shit! Grissom!

As she picked up random clothes thrown about, she dialed Gil's cell. "Hi, you've reached Dr. Gilbert Grissom, I can't take-"

"Dammit! Pick up the phone, Gil!" She dialed again. She got his voice mail again.

Sara made her way to the kitchen and tidied up. She put some shoes away and hung up her coat. She kept dialing Gil's number, still no answer.

"Well, this could get interesting." She sat down on her sofa, wondering how this was going to play out. What excuse could she come up with for Grissom showing up at her door? Would Greg get suspicious? Maybe she could get a few shots into him before Gil showed up. That might work.

Sara jumped when she heard some one knocking on her door. She got up and opened the door to find Gil standing there, bottle of wine and roses. He was grinning wide at her. So much for plan A. What's plan B?

"I would have used the key, but I wanted to surprise you." He handed her flowers and kissed her quickly on the lips. He entered and put the bottle of wine on her counter and made his way to the cabinets to get a couple of glasses.

"Um, Gil. I really LOVE the flowers, and, wow, my favorite wine!" She smiled as she inspected the bottle. "But ummm..."

"What, Sara?" Gil stood before her and placed his hands on her arms, concern showing on his face. "Are you still angry at me? Because I thought that..."

"No, no! Im not angry, but uh, you have to leave. NOW!" She shoved him towards the door.

"What? Why? What's going on, Sara?"

"Greg, he's on his way here. He has some woman trouble and wants to talk. He could be here any sec". A loud know sounded on her door.

"Shit!" Sara whispered. Gil just smiled at her. "What are you going to say?"

"Well, uh..." He grabbed her and kissed her. She pushed away from him and smiled.

"Gil! Stop it, Greg is right outside the door." She whispered, hoping Greg couldn't hear.

"You want me to hide? Or make up an excuse?" He just stood there.

Another loud knock. "Sara? Sara, you in there?" Greg called from the other side of her door.

She walked to the door, wiped her lips quickly and opened the door. "Hey, Greg!"

"What took you so long? You got a man in here?" He laughed as he entered then stopped as he saw Grissom sitting on the sofa.

"Oh, uh. Hey, Grissom." He looked at Sara, then noticed the roses laying on the counter. He raised his eyebrow at her.

"Oh, uh. I forgot that Grissom was stopping by too, Greg. He just wanted to uh, uh..." She looked to Gil for an excuse.

"I wanted to apologize for a disagreement we had earlier. So, I brought her some flowers." He stood up as he talked and stood beside Greg. "But, uh, I was just leaving." He made his way to the door. Sara just stood there, not knowing what to do. Greg had the most confused look on his face.

"Sara?" Grissom called to her.

"Oh, uh, yeah." She moved towards the door and followed Grissom into the hallway. "I'll be back in just one sec, Greg. Go ahead and grab some glasses," she called to Greg as she exited.

Grissom stood in the hallway, disappointment evident on his face. She walked with him farther down the hallway, so Greg couldn't hear.

"I'm so sorry, Gil. I tried calling you!"

"Yeah, my battery died. Sorry. But um, how long do you think this will take?"

"Well, maybe a few hours." She looked towards her door to be sure Greg wasn't there, then leaned in and gave Gil a quick kiss. "I'll call you when he's gone."

She smiled at him and made her way back to her door, leaving Gil in the hallway.

Grissom made his way to his vehicle and sat there in the parking lot for at least 20 minutes. He stared up at her window, wondering what they were talking about. He now saw how sometimes just being out with their relationship, at least to their friends, would make life so much simpler. He sighed and drove himself home.

"So, Sara...what was Grissom REALLY doing here?"

"Greg, come on. It's like Gil said. We had a fight, he brought flowers to apologize. End of story."

Did she just call him Gil? Greg looked around the room, noticing the bottle of wine and two glasses. He smiled.

"So, uh. What exactly did he plan on happening?"

"What?"

"Well, wine, glasses, roses. Sounds kinda like a date, Sara."

"Greg, get over it. Me and G-grissom? I told you! We're friends. Again, thank God."

"Uh-huh. Right. Gotcha." He eyed her suspiciously.

"Look. He's been making an effort to be more friendly and open than he's been the past few years. We haven't exactly had the best relationship, working or otherwise for a long time. He's just trying to make it up to me. And the wine..." She picked up the bottle. "That is for you and I, Greggo!"

"Well, I brought tequila!" He held up te bottle and some lemons smiling!

"Oh. Right. You DID say you were bringing that. I just thought you might want to share some of my favorite wine I picked up a few days ago."

"Oh, well. NAH! I think I'm sticking with Jose Cuervo here."

"Well, ok. Try to broaden some people's horizons..." She smiled and picked up the shot glasses Greg had gotten out and headed for the sofa. She patted the spot next to her. "Sit. Tell me about this girl."

Four hours later, Greg was passed out on Sara's sofa. They had talked through his latest heartbreak and several shots of tequila later, Greg laid down and was out in seconds. Sara smiled down at Greg's sleeping form and covered him up with her afghan. She tiptoed into her bedroom, shut the door and dialed Gil's number.

"Grissom."

"Hey, babe."

"Hello, dear. Is Greg gone?" He asked hopefully.

"Well, he's asleep on the sofa."

"What? Sara, should I be concerned that you basically kicked me out of your apartment and that Greg is now the one sleeping in your apartment?"

"Be serious, Gil." She chuckled.

"Well, I guess I'm headed off to bed. Alone again."

"Don't do that to me! You're making me feel bad."

"Well, that was my point, my dear."

"I wish you were here with me too, Babe." She smiled. "I promise to make it up to you."

"Yeah? Well, I'll hold you to that promise, Ms. Sidle."

"You can count on it." She said seductively.

"Sweet dreams, Sara."

Sara hung up and placed the phone on her night stand charger. When she looked up, Greg was standing there, huge grin on his face.

"Uh, Greg. How long have you been standing there?"

"Well, long enough for me to hear you wishing your 'Babe' was here with you and promising to make it up to him that he isn't." He waggled his eyebrows at her and smiled.

"Oh, uh, look. Greg, like I said before..."

Greg cut her off. "I know. I know. You like to keep your private life to yourself. I'm sorry I listened in. But it does explain the men's boxer briefs I found on your bathroom floor."

"Shit!" Sara couldn't believe she forgot to check the bathroom. They were getting sloppy. They needed to figure this out and soon. At least Greg didn't suspect Grissom.

"Don't' worry. I won't bother you about it." He smiled wickedly at her. "Too much."

"Just go get some rest, Greg. I'm tired."

"I'm gonna head home. I'm sober enough now to drive."

"Are you sure? You can crash on my sofa if you want."

"Nah. I need to get home. I need a shower and a change of clothes. Thanks for putting up with me, Sara. And I'm sorry I ruined your evening with your mystery man."

Sara got up and followed Greg to the door.

"You know, Sara. It's a good thing you stopped your mystery man from coming over before Grissom got here."

"What? Why?"

"Well, I'm not sure he would be as understanding as I am about some guy. You know he still has feelings for you, right?"

"Greg, I think you should call a cab. You are obviously still drunk and a bit delusional."

"Ha ha, Sara. I just mean that, even though you two could never seem to move beyond friendship, he still cares about you and gets a little jealous when you have other men around. I mean, look at how he acted when he found out about Hank."

"Right. Right." Sara smiled sweetly at him. "Thanks."

"No, Sara. Thank YOU! I can always count on you when I need you. So, remember, I'm always here for you if you ever need to talk. Me and Jose Cuervo are good listeners."

"Thanks." She opened the door. "Good night, Greg."

"Night, Sara." Sara watched as he made his way to the end of the hallway, closed the door and headed off to bed.