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Thanks again to Janet525 again for reviewing, I updated this extra-quick for you!

Just so you know, the ingredients for the fake blood Greg made, I found them off .com/Make-Fake-Blood. Italics are Sara's flashbacks. This chapter jumps back a little bit, when Greg is describing what happened. Again, reviews are much appreciated!

"He looked up how to make fake blood." Catherine said, looking at Greg's computer history.

"He wanted to fool us." Nick replied.

"Why is there real blood?" Warrick asked.

"That little, I suppose it could have been unrelated." Nick offered.

"Yeah." Catherine nodded.

"So, what are we going to do about Sara?" Warrick asked, taking down a book from Greg's bookshelves.

"She almost drove him to suicide." Catherine said.

"Yeah" Nick answered, "He said it wasn't her fault though."

"Who else's fault is it? He just said that to make her feel better." Catherine insisited.

"What we have to remember is, we don't think Greg killed himself." Warrick said.

"But he's obviously in a dark place man. We don't know where he is." Nick said, looking under Greg's bed.

"I still think we should talk to Sara. This is hard for her too." Warrick said, turning to face Catherine.

"It's her fault." Catherine said to Warrick.

"Sorry Cath, but I agree with Warrick. Let's talk to her."

"Fine."

Luckily, Greg had been a CSI for long enough to know how to fake blood spatter. When he was satisfied, Greg lay down, deciding to sleep for another while. He awoke an hour later to the sound of someone screaming his name. Sara. He could feel her eyes on him as she stared out the window, and hear her crying over the sound of the music he'd left on repeat. He heard her say his name over and over again, and a part of him felt happy that she cared, but he wondered why she hadn't come down to see him. She was obviously certain he was already dead, or else she had gone home. Greg couldn't hear any sound except for the music. He still lay there, wondering what to do next. He had hoped Sara would run down to him, upset and heartbroken, realising that she really did love him, like he loved her. She would touch his lifeless body softly, and cry over him. Then he would slowly move, as if waking up from the dead. He would probably be in trouble after, but nothing would matter because he would have Sara. Greg was convinced that she really did love him, that she just didn't know it yet.

When Greg heard the voices of the other CSI's, he was suddenly worried. What were they going to say when they realised he wasn't dead. From the sound of things, they were talking to Sara. So she must still be there. Wait...were they accusing her of pushing him? Greg groaned and pounded his head ontot the tarmac. What a mess he'd made. Suddenly realising that he shouldn't be moving, Greg regained his dead-body composure, just in time for his supervisor to look out the window and inform the others that he was dead. They seemed so upset. Greg knew he should probably get up, but for some reason he couldn't. He was too scared to move. What would they say when they found out what he'd done to them? They were coming downstairs now. Greg knew this was bad. Quickly, he got up. And then, wiping the fake blood from his fingers onto his already soaked jeans, Greg did what he did best. He ran.

He didn't just run from the alley behind his apartment building, he ran from his problems. Ran from his fears. Ran from his struggles and troubles and his miserable friends. Greg ran from his life.

"Sara?" Nick called, looking around the break room. No sign of her. He had checked the morgue and the police station. She wasn't in the DNA lab, the trace lab, the fingerprint lab, the ballistics lab, the tox lab or the A.V. lab. Both layout rooms were empty and the only people in the garage were a couple of swing shift CSI's. Warrick and Catherine had nominated him to speak to Sara as Catherine was still mad at her and Warrick wasn't so good with words. They hadn't estimated how hard it would be to find her. The only person in Grissom's office was Grissom, the only people in reception weree swing shifts and lab techs. Catherine and Brass's offices were empty and Mandy confirmed that Sara was not in the girls bathroom. Nick scanned the hallwways and checked all the freezers and cupboards and eventually he found her, hiding in the rooms where they kept all the bodies. She sat in the corner, her head in her hands, the mascara Nick didn't know she wore running down her cheeks.

"Sara." he said, sitting down next to her.

"It is my fault." she said, not looking at him.

"Sara, we don't even know he's dead, we..."

"He wanted to kill himself because of me."

"Sara, look at me." she lifted her head and turned to face him.

"The best thing you can do for Greg right now, is help us. We can find him, talk to him, everything will get better."

"Catherine..."

"Is ready to forgive and forget. So is Warrick."

"And you?"

"Sara, these things happen. I still don't understand why, or even what exactly happened, but we can sort that out later."

"If we find Greg."

"When we find Greg. When. We're going to find him Sara, and we can do it a hell of a lot easier with your help."

"Thank you." she said, hugging Nick.

"Anytime. Now come one, we have a case to solve."

"So, Sara, I was thinking some time we could like, you know if you want to, we could go, if you don't want to it's cool, just you know, we could like... just wondering, we could go out to like a movie or soemthing. It doesn't have to be a movie. We could get pizza or coffe or go somewhere, I dunno, just you know if you want to..."

Oh god...he was asking her out. And not doing a very good job of it. Greg Sanders was asking her out. The biggest flirt in all of Vegas. And yet he was her friend, her funny, crazy, loveable friend and how could she say no without hurting his feelings? How could she say yes without hurting hers? Nick and Warrick had told her, he'd dated every female lab tech in the building, and he flirted with her, and Catherine every day. He was forever talking about girls and sex and hiding porn in the cupboards. What should she say?

True, when she'd known him, and now that he was a CSI, he seemed to be better. Mature even. And he didn't talk about his girlfriends much. Still, how could she forget the old him? But then she looked up at him, sensing the silence and realising he must have finished his long, speech and seemed to be waiting for an answer.

"Sure." she said, mentally kicking herself.

"Really?" He seemed surprised. That surprised her. He was able to get any girl in the country to go out with him, so why did he seem so honoured? And, come to think of it, why had he been so nervous when he asked her out?

She watched him walking out of the breakroom, high fiving somebody as he passed them. Then she saw something else. All the lab techs were gathered around him, congratualting him. What was going on? Then she had a thought. It must be a bet. He was playing her. He was no different to what he had been before. He was using her. It was time he got some of his own medecine.