You Think You Know 13/?
Summary: Something is wrong with Greg, but no one knows what it is. What happens when Sara finds out and informs the rest of the team?
Disclaimer: I only own Melanie.
Rating: R to M
A/N: The direction of this one has been up to my brain; I just hope it doesn't come across as weird.
-break-
By the time Sara woke up two hours later she was surprised to find the other side of the bed empty. It had only been about five hours since she followed Greg to lay down.
It almost hurt, almost every time they interacted in one way or another, he'd find some way to leave the room, some way to get away from her but then there were other interactions that were teetering on them, being something more.
Shaking her head Sara moved to the living room a little shocked to find Greg at all. Checking the parking lot, she was surprised to still see his car. Though he had been staying with her for nearly four months they rarely used his car, it was more of an afterthought. But if he left, which he did, why didn't take his car?
Sitting on the couch she flipped on the TV for background noise before pulling out her phone she scrolled through her contacts stopping on Nick's she typed a message asking him for help in moving. After she sent it, she typed the same message for Warrick. Once she sent that one, she settled back on the couch, waiting for Greg's return.
It was nearly two hours later when he had, soaked with sweat and out of breath.
"Greg?" She stood up, moving toward him, her eyes taking in his sweaty figure. "Where were you?"
Still catching his breath, Greg met her eyes before his dropped to the floor. "The strip."
"You were on the strip?" Her words were of shock. The Las Vegas strip was a mile from her apartment. "You walked?"
His breathing started to even as he shook his head. "Ran."
Her eyes grew wide at his words. "The entire strip?" When he nodded, she just had to ask. "Why?"
"I needed a breather." Greg responded lamely, making a beeline for the kitchen, pulling a water from the fridge.
"You ran the entire strip once because you needed a breather?"
Downing another drink of his water he held up three fingers. "Three times."
If possible, Sara's eyes grew wider. "Three…wow." He had run close to 18 miles…as a breather.
Ignoring her shock, he moved to the bathroom. "I'm gonna jump in the shower."
"Ok." Watching him walk to the bathroom, stripping his soaked shirt from his body. All she could think about, besides how nice his naked torso was, was needing the breather from her or something else?
There next few days were spent in a bit of chaos as they packed up the apartment and moved into the small three-bedroom house with a pool.
Nick and Warrick assisted in moving their stuff over, Sara's more so than Greg's since he didn't have much after leaving Melanie. After a mini 'thank you' with pizza, both men excused themselves since they both had to work, that left Greg and Sara alone emptying boxes.
"When were done…you want to take a dip?" Sara tentatively asked, gesturing out the arcadia door to the small pool, as he finished another box, his eyes on the back door.
"Uhh sure…" He stuttered subconsciously rubbing over the spiderweb of scars he received from the lab explosion. He sighed watching as Melanie appeared, this time directly next to Sara, her eyes appraising the brunette. 'She wants you to take a dip…more like she wants you to take a dip in her pussy.' Her snide remark was followed by a lewd gesture to Sara's nether region, causing Greg's eyes to widen.
Turning away Greg tried to gain his composure without alerting Sara, his mind mentally begging Melanie to leave him alone.
"I'm gonna put these in your room." Sara announced to him holding up his duffels and pointing down the hall.
"Okay…thank you." He offered her a smile, which she returned before watching her move down the hall. Melanie was getting worse and when he saw her now, she behaved much the same as she did when she abducted him, taunting and torturing him, only this time it was through his brain instead of his body.
Actually, living with Sara now, he feared the worst would come out of him with Melanie's persistent taunts. Leaning against the counter he sighed.
"You going to get ready?"
Her words broke him from his trance, making him turn to her. As soon as he did, he nearly fell over, long bare toned legs lay before his eyes. While Sara was upstairs, she had changed into her bathing suit, a fuchsia two piece with a thin short sleeve shirt over top. His eyes were wide, and his heart shot to his throat.
"Greg…you, okay?" Sara said as she came to stand in front of him, her hand on his shoulder. "You gonna get on your suit?"
Licking his dry lips, Greg couldn't seem to form words, so he nodded before stumbling from her and up the stairs to his room.
Chuckling at his actions she shook her head, leaning against the wall.
He ambled back down the stair's minutes later, swim trunks in place and a t shirt in hand. As he got back to the kitchen, he hastily pulled the shirt over his head, only to stop as Sara placed her hands on his. "Wait."
Greg's breath hitched in his throat as he slowly pulled his head back out of the shirt, his eyes catching Sara's before dropping to the floor. He tried to avoid this, being exposed, his scars being exposed. He wanted to hide but couldn't. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Sara's hands lightly swiped across his scarred chest. "Sara?"
"Do they hurt?" Sara whispered as she pulled the shirt back down his arms, letting it slip to the floor. Her eyes took in the bright pink lines from where he had been whipped, to the deep pink round burns that peppered his chest.
"N…no." Greg stuttered shakily, wringing his hands. His eyes clenched as he felt her hands move across his chest again. He fought to maintain his bearings with her movement, they nearly went out the window when he felt her lips press into one of his whip scars. "S…Sara." His words didn't stop her as she moved her lips to another scar. "Sara…please…" Her hands pressed to his sides as her lips moved up his chest. "…stop." Even the plead didn't stop her as her kiss moved to spiderweb scar on his neck. "Sar…" His words were cut off as her lips captured his. She had her lips pressed into his for nearly a minute before he let out a breathy sigh, his lips responding to hers.
His hands cupped her cheeks as he opened his mouth to her, his tongue snaking across her lips as they opened to him, her grip on his sides tightening as she pressed closer to him.
'I never knew you had it in you coward.' Melanie snidely replied next to his ear, causing him to flinch.
Guiding Sara, in their heated entanglement, he pressed her into the wall, trying to distance himself from Melanie and focus on kissing Sara. In an effort to gain breath, he pulled back his lips moving to her neck making her whimper, her breathing erratic.
As his lips reclaimed Sara's, Melanie was back, this time like a stereo in both ears. 'This isn't going to go how you want Gregory.' It was getting difficult trying to ignore her voice, it was stronger than before, even surpassing Sara's actions as she pulled him closer, again deepening their kiss. 'Do you think this is going someplace?' Melanie barked as his hand caressed Sara's bare thigh, causing her to moan against his lips. 'You're not understanding me Gregory…' Sara's hands were twisting and pulling at his hair trying to keep up with their heated kiss as his hands slipped under the shirt she wore, exploring the skin there.
Before he could register what was happening Melanie snapped. 'I'm in control.' And just like that he was in another world, his body wasn't his body, he couldn't even feel Sara or her lips, but he could see it.
He was watching his body press Sara into the wall. It wasn't until he heard Melanie's voice, 'I got this.', that he had the sickening realization that he wasn't in his body, Melanie was, and she was using his hands to push down his trunks, then moved to Sara's bathing suit bottoms. His eyes widened in horror as she lifted Sara's legs to his hips before roughly thrusting into her without warning. The moan that came from Sara made the bile rise in his throat. When Sara climaxed, he nearly sobbed before he was pushed back to reality, a look of horror on his face as Sara's feet slipped back to the floor. "Oh my god…I'm sorry." He whimpered, before turning and running up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Running into the bathroom he turned on the shower as hot as he could. Finding the loofa hanging on the knob he pulled it into his hand. With or without soap, he wasn't sure, he started scrubbing. Everywhere he scrubbed his skin. Scrubbing to the point of frustration, he threw the loofa, his back slamming into the tiled wall. His body slid to the shower floor, under the hot spray, sobs rattling his entire form.
It was only when the spray stopped, did Greg know he wasn't alone.
Sara, having seen his reaction, after calming her body, slid on her bikini bottoms before going in search of Greg. Finding steam pouring out of the bathroom door she stopped opening the door, she found him how he was now. Crippled on the shower floor, the heat from the shower floor turning his skin red.
Shaking her head, she reached for him shocked as he pulled away roughly. "No." Sighing Sara slid down next to him, moving her arm across his neck, when he didn't pull away, she pressed his head into her shoulder. When he got there his tears fell harder, his body trembling.
When he finally calmed down, Sara stood, offering him her hand, which he took. Once he stood, she grabbed a towel from the counter, covering his bare bottom before guiding him to her room.
Getting him settled on the bed, Sara came to the other side. Sliding down the bed she moved her head to his shoulder her arms hugging his. The room was enveloped in silence for a few minutes before Sara broached the elephant in the room. "Do…do you want to tell me…what happened down there?"
Letting out a breath, Greg rubbed at his eyes, his eyes unmoving from the ceiling. "I…I don't know if I can."
"Will you try…please…" Cupping his chin, she pressed his head to face her. When his eyes met hers, she gave him a smile, her thumb stroking his chin. "…for me." Clenching his eyes shut, he pulled her hand from his face, his body shaking. "Greg, please…you're trembling."
"You'll probably have me committed…" Was his shaky response as he tried to turn away from her.
"Why would I do that?"
Turning back to her, his face changed, becoming more serious than she'd ever seen, startling her slightly. "That wasn't me down there…" At her confused look he sighed. "I wasn't the one…that pushed you into the wall and took off your…" He trailed off, turning away somewhat bashful.
Still beyond confused Sara put a hand to his cheek, bringing his eyes back to hers. "What do you mean?"
"It was Melanie. She did that."
To say Sara was stunned was an understatement. "But Greg she's…"
"I know she's dead Sara…" He growled, pulling back again, his eyes moving to the other side of the room. "But she's always there. When I open my eyes, when I close my eyes. I ran the strip for five hours the other day trying to get rid of her."
Her eyes bugged, turning more into him. "Five hours? I thought you were only gone for three?"
"She was still there."
"And downstairs?"
"Downstairs was different. At the beginning it was all me…" He chuckled half-heartedly, turning back to her. "It was me kissing you…but she was in my ear…" He stopped, finding tears in his eyes. "Each time her words were worse until she said she was in control."
Sara was shocked as he started to break down again. Turning to him, she lay partly across his chest. "Greg…"
"After that…I was spectator…watching…" Pulling in a breath, he squeezed his eyes shut. "That night she took me…she saw us kiss…" He stopped to gauge her reaction.
She was completely rattled by this new information. "She…she saw that…how?"
"I don't know." Letting out a breath he moved further back onto the pillows, forcing Sara back a bit. "I don't know how…but she definitely punished me for it…that's the only thing she did that day."
His solemn words made Sara frown; he didn't deserve to be treated the way he was. Lifting herself to her knees she moved up next to him on the pillows, her hands resting on his cheeks. "No matter what she did or said over the course of your relationship…you didn't deserve what she did to you physically…or mentally."
They shared a long moment, staring into each other's eyes before Sara pulled him to her, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Sara…"
"Greg…I can't change what happened to you, but I am here for you now and I will continue to be as long as you let me." She didn't let him respond as she captured his lips again, settling herself across his lap.
Pulling back Greg inhaled sharply. "But Sara…what if she…"
"If she comes back, you tell me…we will find a way to get rid of her."
At the mention of 'we', Greg smiled pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Will you lay with me? I know when you lay with me nothing happens."
"I can definitely do that. Do you want to stay in here or go into your room?"
"Here's fine…but I will need some boxers." Greg blushed, looking away.
Sharing his blush, Sara pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'll grab em." Pecking his cheek once more she slid from his lap before moving to his room.
Stepping into his room, she went to the dresser, shuffling through them she found the right one. Pulling out a fresh pair of boxers stopped. This was their first night here and it had already been eventful with Greg finally returning her affections then his confession after their first time together.
It felt amazing and shocking to be with him. But then it felt nerve wracking thinking someone or something could control him. Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled in a breath a smile on her face as she moved back to her room. "Got em."
"Thank you." He gave her a smile looking around nervously.
Sensing his unease Sara grabbed a tank top and shorts, excusing herself. "I'll go change."
Once Sara stepped into the bathroom, Greg let out a breath. It was as if things had reset, he was a wounded 13-year-old boy with a crush on an older woman. Hearing the door handle rattle, he quickly shoved his legs in the boxers, his butt lifting from the bed as he finished pulling them up, his head laying against her pillow.
Throwing her bathing suit in her dirty clothes basket she moved to the other side of the bed again. After nearly a minute of awkward silence, Sara stumbled. "Did you need anything?"
Shaking his head Greg smiled pulling the covers over him. "No, I'm fine."
"Ok." Sliding down to her pillow she sighed. They had gone from completely intimate to purely awkward in a matter of hours. They lay like that for a few minutes before stuttering. "Goodnight."
"Night."
Read and review…sorry for the delay, very long chapter and busy time but more is to come.