Breaking Point 3/?

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: R

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Arriving back at the lab she found Nick and Warrick pacing in the break room. "Hey guys, what's up?"

"Well let's see, we got Catherine, Grissom, Greg, Ecklie and the Undersheriff locked in the lay out room." Nick snickered, his body shaking with laughter and anticipation.

"You're joking?"

"Nope." Warrick responded, his eyes darting to the hall. "They've been in there almost an hour."

Sara's eyes went wide, that could mean anything. Leaning against the counter, she bit her lip, closing her eyes as she tasted the remnant of Greg on her lips. Opening her eyes, she tried to keep her focus on the hall, not the overwhelming temptation to find Greg and push him into the closest wall, devouring his lips again. When Catherine stepped into the break room, her heart sped up.

"Hey Cath, what happened?" Nick pounced as soon as she stepped over the threshold.

Shaking her head, she leaned against the fridge. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

They wanted to say something else when they saw the undersheriff walking past the break room, Conrad Ecklie on his heels. "But sir…." Catherine, hearing that nearly burst out laughing.

It was almost ten minutes later when Greg walked into the break room, his head down, hands in his pockets. Grissom, not a minute later, stepped up next to the younger man, a friendly arm on his shoulder.

"Due to Ecklie's lying, the undersheriff gave him a two-week suspension, with surely more to come." Strong stares from Nick, Warrick, and Sara made him smile. "Greg, though given a warning for his use of the bathroom before clearing the scene, will start back on Monday, retraining before he can retake his final proficiency."

Nick and Warrick whooped loudly, coming over to the younger man, sharing high fives and manly hugs.

"Congrats man."

Catherine had stepped forward, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "I knew you could do it."

The other four left, they still had cases to work, leaving Sara, a wide boasting grin on her lips. "I told you."

Rolling his eyes, Greg crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes on the floor. "You did."

Biting her lip, Sara could feel the emotions overwhelming her again. Without thinking she stalked towards him, grabbing his arm, she pulled him to the one place she knew was rarely frequented. The showers. Pulling him into the furthest stall, she pushed him in, her eyes dancing around quickly before stepping in herself.

"Sara." Greg questioned, standing in the middle of the shower stall.

Her answer was to throw her arms around his neck, crashing her lips into his again. The force of it pushing them into the tiled wall. Her mouth opened immediately, her tongue coaxing his out, moaning as their tongues danced between them, before Greg finally pulled back again. "Sara?"

"I'm not kissing you out of pity Greg… I'm doing it because I want to." She finished, pressing her lips into his deeply, sighing as she felt his hands move up her sides. Pulling back, Sara eyes were wide. "Wait…" Grabbing his hand, she pulled him back out of the shower room, leading him toward the exit.

"Sara." Greg cried out, shocked by her sudden up and down, but still following behind her. They got to her car where she shoved him unceremoniously into the passenger seat. "You're starting to scare me."

Snickering, Sara bit her lip, putting the car into gear before placing her hand on his upper thigh. "Not trying to."

Greg fought to control his breathing, his eyes on her hand. "Sara? What's going on with us?"

Smiling, she squeezed his thigh, making him jump slightly. "I don't know… but I like it."

Seeing her pull toward her apartment Greg groaned, grabbing at her arm, that held the steering wheel. "Wait… wait Sara… I can't do this. I want more than just sex with you… I want everything." He sighed, leaning back in his seat.

Pulling into an empty parking lot, just down the street from her apartment, Sara turned off the car and turned to him. "Is that what you think? That I'm doing this because I want to get laid?"

"Honestly? I don't know Sara…" He sighed again, rubbing his eyes in frustration. "You made it clear years ago that the only feelings you had for me were platonic… it was Grissom or nothing…" She growled at the mention of their boss' name, sliding back against her seat. "Then I lose my job and suddenly your shoving your tongue down my throat."

"You kissed me back." She reminded him, looking at him briefly before turning back to the steering wheel.

"Of course, I did Sara. Do you know how long I've waited to feel your lips on mine? Your body pressing into mine?" His questions were more rhetorical, but she could hear the conviction in them. "If that's all your after… just sex… then take me home." He finished quietly leaning against the seat, his eyes moving out the side window.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Sara spoke up. "First off being the human that I am I have a right to change my mind. Feelings change. People change. And secondly, probably more importantly, you would never be a one-night stand, at least not to me." She turned to him smiling but she could still sense he had some trepidation. "Greg, what can I do?"

"I don't know." Greg sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Lets just head back to your place."

"Are you sure?" She bit her lip, picking at the steering wheel, her eyes dancing over to him."

"Sara." He growled in exasperation. Sara smiled, settling back in her seat before putting the car in gear and driving the rest of the way to her apartment.

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