Who Are You 5/?
Summary: Greg's been keeping a secret. No one knows what it is. After Greg goes missing the team tries to search for him only to come up empty. A year passes before any word comes and it's in a way no one expects.
Disclaimer: I own Jorgan and the plot.
Rating: R to possibly M
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Staring at herself in the mirror Sara bit her lip, contemplating. The sun dress seemed fitting, it was sweet, hanging just above her knee. What was driving her nuts was her hair, she had curled it, something she knew Greg had not seen on her before. But the more she stared at it, the more she felt like Shirley Temple.
Running her hands through her hair, her curly tendrils settled against her shoulder softer making her look less like an old child star. "This will have to do." She said to herself looking at the clock. It was 8:04 and she needed to be there by 8:30. Thankfully it wasn't that far. Slipping on her heels she grabbed her purse and hotel key before slipping from the room.
Stepping into the Inkognitogata18 security office Sara smiled. "Hi, my name is Sara Sidle, I'm here for a 9am appointment with the Prime Minister."
"Yes…right this way. We'll get your security check under way."
Smiling once more Sara followed the older woman to another room.
After almost the whole half hour many questions and a quick background check she was ushered into a bigger more ornate room. "Sit there and the Prime Minister will be with you in a few minutes."
"Thank you." Giving another smile her eyes darted around the room. There were a few vintage landscapes hanging on intricate wallpaper. The desk that sat in front of her was a massive desk. Everything neatly in its spot, the only thing out of place was a sheet of paper sitting directly in front of what she assumed was his chair.
When the door opened her breath caught in her throat.
"Vaer sikker pa at dette blir gjort I dag." (Please make sure this gets done) Jorgan/Greg said fluently to his assistant as they stepped in the room.
His security popped in just behind pointing toward the chair. "09.00- avtalen din er her." (Your 9am appointment is here)
Finding a brunette woman with curly hair, sitting in front of his desk, Jorgan/Greg nodded. "Takk skai du ha. Gi meg litt tid." (Thank you. Give me some time)
"Ja sir." (Yes sir) The assistant replied before turning to leave him alone.
"Sikkerheten min sa at du hadde sporsmal." (My security said you had questions) Jorgan/Greg responded, his eyes on his papers in hand as he moved to his chair. Setting down the papers on his desk, he finally looked to his visitor, his eyes widening in shock. "Sara?!"
"Glad to see you still know English." Sara stuttered nervously; he looked even hotter in person than he did on the newsfeed. He wore a deep blue double-breasted suit; shined dress shoes and his hair had been trimmed but still spiked in the center. "Hi…"
"What…what are you doing here?" His eyes were still wide as he took her in. A year had passed since he'd last seen her, and she looked just as beautiful as she did then as she does now. The mop of curls, the sun dress and the heels that made her legs look longer than they were. Finding his voice once again Greg repeated. "What are you doing here?"
Blushing Sara bit her lip, her eyes falling to her lap. "I came to see you."
Eyes wide once more, Greg shook his head. "How did you find me?"
Chuckling her heart started to pick up as he moved around his desk, leaning against it once he got in front of her. "Umm…Archie came across some newsfeed of your swearing in."
"Wow…I suppose I should've expected this, but I didn't." Greg rubbed tiredly at his eyes. Of course, the second-best lab in the U.S. could track him down. "Would you…" He was interrupted as his assistant came through the intercom.
"Beklager & avbryte statsministeren. Men det er en telefon til deg." (Sorry to interrupt Prime Minister but there's a phone call for you)
"Excuse me…" Greg smiled pressing a button on his phone. "Fortell dem at jeg hadde en nodsituasjon og ringe til bake. Ogsa klar dagen min." (Tell them I had an emergency and to call back. As well as clear my day). Turning back to the brunette he grinned, offering her his hand. "Come with me."
Biting her lip again Sara returned his grin, placing her hand in his. "Ok."
-break-
Eyes were on her as Greg pulled her through one beautiful room after another. "This place is amazing."
Greg smiled at her amazement, still shocked that she was there. "There's one last room."
"Oh?" She blushed, figuring she knew what room that would be as his fingers laced with hers.
"Mine." He whispered, pushing the door open, he guided her through and closed the door before spinning her into him, his lips crashing into hers. He deepened his assault slightly before pulling back and putting some space between them, his hand pressing against his lips. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not." Sara whispered, her hand pushed his away from his face, both of hers moving to his cheeks, pulling him to her forcefully. Her lips devoured his, her tongue leeching out to taste his. As their tongues met and dueled, his hands clutched her hips, her dress rose slightly, a moan breaking from her throat. Her hands moved into his short locks, enjoying the softness of the spikes as his hands moved further up her stomach, her dress followed as his assault moved to her neck.
Sara moaned at the move, her head rolling back to give him more access. "Greg…"
"Prime Minister." A voice on the other side of the door yelled, making Greg pull back, his arms moving to either side of her, his head dropping in frustration.
"Yes." He yelled back between breathes, eyeing the disheveled brunette hungrily.
"We need to know your meal preference for the Sumit." Sara snickered biting her lip at the look in his eyes.
"I don't care as long as its cooked." Greg snapped, his hand moving back to her hip, stroking it through her dress.
"Oh…kay." The voice moved from the door, making Greg shake his head.
"Unbelievable…the one assistant that speaks English has to come now." He muttered, pulling at her hip bringing her lips back to his, his tongue darting out immediately to tangle with hers again.
Hands pressed into his suit, Sara got lost in him and his intense kisses for a few minutes before she remembered she was here for more than just this. So, with great will she pushed back, breathing heavily. "Wait…wait Greg. We still need to talk."
Pulling back, Greg shook his head. "Right…right. I'm sorry I couldn't help it."
"Like I said before…" Sara started putting her hand on his chin, lifting his gaze back to hers. "I'm not sorry. I just would like some answers to the many questions I've got."
"Ok." Greg nodded, grabbing her hand pulling her out on the terrace overlooking the beautiful estate.
"Wow…this place is beautiful." Green trees and flowers of various varieties and colors spread across the rocky landscape.
"You should see it at night." Greg responded with a smile but the look he gave her sent a warm tingle shooting down her spine. "You said you had questions?"
"Well yeah…the first one being what brought you here?"
"You…you remember that phone call I took? On our date."
"Yeah." She whispered, remembering how his demeanor had changed after he picked up the phone.
"Well, that was my mom informing me my father was ill and in no uncertain terms I had to back to take over."
Sara was dumbfounded, the call had been short, but she assumed it was probably a spam call. "That's what that call was?"
Dropping his eyes to his lap, Greg sighed. "Yeah."
She could see the pain and stress wash over him and her heart ached. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault." Greg shook his head, offering her a smile, his eyes sweeping across the estate. "Was there more?"
"Yeah." Sara stuttered, pushing down the invisible wrinkles on her sundress. "You left almost immediately. Why didn't you say goodbye?"
After a few moments of silence, he quietly admitted. "I left that night. As for saying goodbye…I didn't want to."
Sara's eyes widened at his words, her heart in her throat. "You left that night?"
Closing his eyes Greg sighed rubbing tiredly at a spot on his neck. "If I wasn't on the plane that night then she would've come to Vegas herself."
Nodding in understanding Sara found tears pooling in her eyes. "If…if you hadn't had to come back because of your dad…, would you have told us about this?" She pointed around the amazing property but knew that he knew what she was talking about.
"I would like to say yes…" Greg sighed again, this time standing to stare off the balcony. "…but I went to Vegas to get away from all this."
"So…so you never wanted this?" She stuttered; shock written on her face as she caught his eye.
"God no. I saw my grandfather behind that desk…he hated it."
"So why…"
Rubbing the bridge of his nose Greg cut her off, sitting back next to her. "Family obligation. My family has held power here for decades. When my father fell ill my mother told me I had to return. After my dad passed, there was a short campaign. The citizens here proved their loyalty to the Sander name by electing me after being gone so long."
Silence reigned between them for a few minutes before Sara spoke again. "If you could go back?"
"In a heartbeat." He responded by cutting her off again, knowing full well what her question was. The reality of the question hit his brain in another way, his expression turning serious. "Which…which is why I think you should go."
Stunned, Sara's eyes darted back to his. "What? Greg?"
Taking a breath, Greg gnawed at his lower lip, nodding back to the mansion. "As much as I'd love to repeat what happened in there Sara. It wouldn't work. You have a life in Vegas and me…well I'm here for the foreseeable future, maybe longer."
The tears that pooled in her eyes surprised Sara, she hadn't expected it after his words. "Greg."
"Tell everyone I miss them…even Hodges." He sighed, catching her eyes once more. He stood there for a moment, dying to take her in his arms and love her the way he always had but he knew that wouldn't change anything, so with much regret he walked back inside. "Goodbye."
Watching him retreat Sara found her heart breaking. She wasn't done with the former lab tech, not by a long shot.
-break-
Staring at the gilded ceiling above his head, Greg growled. His daily routine turned into an emotional upheaval as the woman of his dreams came back through his door.
She came barging in, bringing with her the life and thoughts he abandoned last year. Thoughts of the lab invaded his mind. Grissom doting over his wall of specimens, while Catherine teased him that they were his children. Nick and Warrick fighting over who's score on the Xbox was higher. And Sara…
His thoughts were interrupted as his door opened. "Unless it's an emergency leave my messages in my office."
"But it is an emergency." A soft voice responded stepping up to the bed.
"Sara." Greg's eyes widened as Sara pulled back his bedspread, sliding in next to him on the bed. "Sara?"
Instead of answering him, she cupped his cheeks, pulling him in and capturing his lips between hers. Pushing her tongue between his lips quickly deepening the kiss, her hands slipping from his hair to his chest, shedding him of the tank he wore to bed. "Sara."
He repeated the words, but Sara was having none of it as she straddled his hips. Lifting her dress, she tossed it half hazardly across the room before leaning forward and taking his lips again, silencing his questions.
-break-
Straightening out her wrinkled dress Sara sighed, her eyes straying on the sleeping naked man before her. She didn't want to leave Greg on such a dismissive note. She knew he cared deeply for their coworkers but even more so for her and she didn't want to go back home without showing him how much she cared for him as well.
After two rounds of intense and passionate lovemaking, Greg lay sated, sleeping in his silken sheets as Sara reluctantly prepared herself to leave him for good.
Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she reveled in his gentle, even breathe against her lips. "I'm gonna miss you. I…" She stopped herself before she could finish, her heart in her throat. "I think I love you."
"Goodbye Greg Sanders." With one final kiss to his lips Sara let herself out of his room and the estate.
Read and review…more to come. Translation is from Google so if anything is wrong I'm sorry.