An End

Jul. 20th, 2006 11:29 am
lvpd_sidle: (side view sara/greg -- _kissmygrass)
As far as breakups went, it could have almost been considered amicable.

Greg did not scream at her, nor did he ask what he could have done to make her change her mind.

He just nodded his head and said that it had been fun while it lasted.

Somehow, that made her feel worse than she already did.

She watched him walk out the door, wishing that there could have been some other way to spare him. But inwardly, Sara knew that they would not have lasted in the long run, even without Mark.

They needed havens outside of their work, and that simply wasn't something they would have been able to find with each other.

She could only hope that someday, she would be his friend once again.
lvpd_sidle: (sara-greg kissing -- metaphor)
Greg had chosen their destination since she had opted for the diner last time.

Knowing Greg, it would be unusual. The museum of numismatics certainly fit the bill. She knew he was a collector, but hadn't realized how much he truly enjoyed it.

Learn something new every day. Watching his face light up once they were in the exhibits was almost as entertaining as watching various frazzled parents corral their children.

"I hope you weren't too bored," he said afterwards, looking pleased when she took his hand in the parking lot.

"If I'd been bored, I would have been showing the security guards the flaws in their systems," she said pointedly. "Did I do that?"

"Not that I saw," he conceded. "Sara, I was wondering...I know it's July and all but...well, assuming we get there..."

"Spit it out, Greg." She was amused.

"Would you come home with me for Thanksgiving? Nana Olaf makes a mean vegetarian loaf..."

There was no mistaking the boyish anticipation on his face. She felt her heart contract.

"Go home with you as your what?"

They hadn't put a label on what they were, other than conceding that it was worthwhile to see where things were going.

Softer, "My Sara?" Seeing the stunned look on her face, "I'm pushing too fast. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

And she smiled, leaning forward and effectively shutting him up.

"I'd love to," she said afterwards.
lvpd_sidle: (sara/greg -- melliemel411)
Since they had taken Greg's car to the diner, it only made sense for him to bring Sara with him to work that night.

They separate with soft smiles.

Sara signs in for the night, exchanging pleasantries with Judy before heading to the locker room to hang up her purse and change shoes.

Two seconds after she sits down on a bench, Catherine walks in with an amused look on her face.

"Since when do you and Greg carpool?"

She gets a raised eyebrow and slight smirk. "Since when does that matter?"

First Date

Jun. 30th, 2006 06:16 pm
lvpd_sidle: (side view sara/greg -- _kissmygrass)
They had agreed on a small, out of the way diner that specialized in vegetarian cuisine. The atmosphere was relaxing, the food delicious, and the tension so thick it was surprising that no one tripped over it.

After the fourth time Greg tapped his fingers on the table, Sara sighed.

"Greg, this is stupid. We know each other. We're not strangers."

"This is true, Sara, but familiarity does not always help with nerves. And..."

"Greg." More firmly. "Am I running out the door?"


"Have I made any effort to leave here early?"

"No, but we took my car."

Unamused look. "What do you think cabs are for?"


"Am I upset?"

"Not that I can see. It's just, I wanted, I mean..."

"You don't have to impress me now. You impressed me years ago."

Greg looked up, startled, meeting her eyes. "What? Then why...when I asked...Hank..."

"I was hung up on Grissom. Then I fell for Barry. Now...just call me a slow learner."

Their hands met reaching for the check.

"My slow learner," he said softly.

She smiled back. Equally soft. "My crazy CSI-punk."




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