Breaking Point 2/?

Summary: Set just after Viva Las Vegas. Possible title change. After a mess up at a scene, Greg is forced into a position he never thought possible.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Rating: Possible R

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They sat there for a while before Sara pulled back, her hand grabbing his. Pulling him to her room she pressed him into herbed, ignoring his confusion until he lay on her pillow, her arms enveloping him again tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere Sara." Greg tried to smile but couldn't, his voice coming out somber.

"You scared me." Sara cringed at the sound of her own voice. Letting out a breath, she started again. "Nick and I went by your…"

"Found my mess?" He cut her off sarcastically stopping only at the look in her eyes. "Sorry."

"… but yes, we found your mess. Whyd, you do that?" Her eyes moved across his stoic features, her fingers tracing his tense arm. She knew he was still irritated, he was beyond tears, now he just seemed lost, almost lifeless. "Why'd you tear up those DNA books?"

"You know why Sara."

His crisp response made her drop her head to his arm, staring at his face, his eyes trained on the ceiling. "Does the lab really still affect you that much?" It had been a little over a year since the lab explosion.

Letting out a sigh, his eyes dropped to hers giving her the first real emotion she'd seen from him since she found him next to her door. "I can't pick up a beaker… or even a planchet without my hands shaking."

She assumed he had long since gotten passed it.

"There were a few times… I'd be lost in working a sample and in the next second one of you would step in for results… but instead of hearing the words I'd feel the fire consuming me again… I almost dropped the experiments I had in hand."

She was stunned. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh yeah…" The sarcasm was back in his voice, his eyes back on the ceiling. "Tell a bunch of CSI's that a big reason you want to be a part of them is because your too scared to work your regular position for fear of blowing up again… oh yeah that would go over real well. Nick and Warrick would think I was a laughingstock and Grissom would never take me serious again."

"You could have told me." She tried to reason, pulling lightly at his arm she tried to get him to look at her.

"Right…" His laugh still read sarcastic but strangled. "Tell the woman you've crushed on for five years that your too scared to work in your normal position for fear of blowing up." He tried to move, get away from her, after admitting he still felt something for her after so long. He didn't want to feel more pain after what happened at the lab, so he kept trying to get up but Sara wouldn't let him.

"You're not going anywhere."

Of course, she'd use his words against him. He struggled to get out of her grip, but she wouldn't budge, so he kept his eyes on the ceiling.

"Doesn't matter anymore anyway… I'll be lucky if I get a chance to be a CSI elsewhere. I know Grissom only let me do it after he found my hands shaking."

"You know that's not true Greg." Sara sighed, reaching out to touch his cheek, cringing as he pulled from her touch.

"I get to go back into a fireball, find some menial job I'll get bored with quickly or remain unemployed until I run out of savings and am living on the street."

His sardonic response made her sick. This amazing man, who was probably smarter than just about everyone in the lab, was being reduced to nothing more than the average joe on the street. "You are getting your job back and you are getting another chance to be a CSI."

"You don't know that, Sara. Ecklie spoke to the undersheriff… they agreed… there's no turning back from that." He sighed, finally able to at least turn in her arms. So, he did. He turned away from her rubbing at his painful eyes. He so badly wanted to sleep but didn't know if he could.

"Greg… if there's one thing, I know for sure is that you will get your job back and your second chance." Sara said it with full conviction, her hand caressing his cheek, sighing as he pulled away from her again.

"Yeah right." Was his crisp response as he folded his arms and closed his eyes.

It was heart breaking to watch him disintegrate in front of her but couldn't move her eyes, wouldn't move her eyes from him. She only stepped away from him and the bed for a few minutes after she was sure he was asleep, called Nick, informing him she had found Greg, not where, but that she'd found him. He had asked what state the younger man was in but all she had to say was sad. After asking Nick to tell Grissom she'd be taking a few personal days.

After a quick snack, which she ate next to the bed, depositing her trash in the kitchen, she came back to find him on his back, a light snore emanating from his lips.

Sara was just thankful he didn't do anything irrational and that he came here, to her apartment. Smiling, she lay back on the bed, after a few minutes, worrying that he may leave, she moved over, pressing her cheek into his chest, her arms curling around his waist. Breathing out, she let the steady beat of his heart lull her to sleep. The last thing she felt before succumbing to REM sleep was Greg's arm sliding across her back to pull her closer.

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It was already after noon, the next day before either stirred.

Greg rubbed at his tired eyes, the strong warmth at his side threw him. Did he get a dog? Then like a bad nightmare, the previous shattered down on him. The confrontation with Ecklie. Destroying his apartment. Coming to Sara's. Talking to Sara. And now looking down at his chest, he added sleeping with Sara, well not the whole way he hoped, but her head had taken over part of his chest while her arms, though not the death grip from the previous day, still held a firm hold on him.

Rubbing his eyes again, Greg groaned, squeezing Sara's shoulder. "Sara?"

In response Sara moaned, her hand moving from his side to the center of his chest, her body moving closer.

This was the last thing he needed, Sara all over him was torture. He knew she didn't want him, and he already resigned himself to that fact but her warm breath on his neck and soft hand on his chest wasn't helping matters. "Sara?"

She moaned again, this time her hand moved to the nape of his neck.

Sighing at her movement, he opened his mouth to call her name when Sara spoke.

"Greg."

Her voice came out in a strong whisper, his eyes dropping to hers. Chocolate eyes held hazel captive for a long moment, the only thing that could be heard in the room was the deep breaths mingling between them.

"Sar…" He was cut off as she used the hand at the nape of his neck, to pull him down to her, using her feet to push herself up on the bed, meeting his lips in the middle.

The crash of their lips wasn't as hard as she expected. The kiss was a test to what she'd been feeling but when their lips met, she felt her heart race, his lips responding.

Pushing herself into the kiss, she used the hand at his neck to pull him closer. Turning into him they mutually opened their lips, their tongues meeting in a heated caress, groans escaping them.

Flipping her to her back, their kiss deepened, her hands moving into his hair, pulling him closer still.

When her hands moved from his hair down his chest, Greg jumped back off the bed, his hands in the air, his breath leaving him in heavy pants. "Sara wait… I can't do this."

"What?" Was her inquisitive response, her own breath coming heavy as she sat up eyeing him.

"I have enough to deal with this work bullshit… I... I can't deal with your pity too." Greg hissed, pacing the room.

Stunned, Sara moved off the bed, stepping close to him. "Greg?"

Putting his hands up again, he stepped further back. He was about to say something else when his phone rang. Sighing, he picked it up, barking. "Sanders… I don't work there anymore… fine, when?... be there in 20."

"Grissom?" Sara squeaked, inching closer to him, letting out a sigh as he moved from the room, calling back.

"Catherine."

When she heard her front door shut Sara sighed, dropping back on the edge of her bed. Her heart had finally calmed but when her eyes shut, she could feel it pick back up, the memory of his lips, tongue and hands assaulting her. Her test had turned into so much more than she expected. She knew she could feel something between them, when they talked of their pasts, she just didn't realize that it was so deep.

Sighing once more, she got up and changed. If it was Catherine that called, then there had to be some news on his work status. Going to the lab she could find out and then talk to him. He had to know she had absolutely no pity for him.

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