Greg waited by the coffee machine, his mug of blue hawaian cradled in his hands. Sara would be here soon, she always came in early. Greg didn't doubt that today wouldn't be the same. And a moment later there she was, walking in in a pair of black jeans and a long sleeved loose fitting brown shirt.

"Morning." Greg mumbled but she ignored him. Instead she went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water. Greg watched as she sipped the cool liquid and then coughed slighty to get her attention. It didn't work.

" Morning." He said more loudly and she jumped. Clutching her chest she nearly dropped the bottle;
" Jeez Greg!"

" Sorry." He mumbled.

" How long have you been talking to me?" She asked, putting the water bottle down on the counter.

" Not long." He told her, watching as she sank into an armchair.

" You okay?" He asked.

Sara shrugged;
" Yeah whatever."

" Sara?" Greg settled himself slowly into the chair opposite her.

" OKay Greg I feel like utter crap okay. I have the worst headache in the world and I feel like I'm gonna' hurl."

" Not good then." Greg mumured, feeling uncomfortable.

Sara stiffened as Grissom walked in, a case file in his hand;
" Assignment?"

Sara nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as her headache brought her even more pain for that simple head movement. Greg watched her distress feeling totally helpless.

" Are you okay?" Grissom asked, concern etched across his face.

" Yeah." Sara faked a smile. Grissom didn't seem satisfied;
" Are you unwell?"

Sara shook her head, biting her lip as more head pain came.

" Sara maybe you should take this day off." Grissom told her.

" No I'm fine." Sara faked another smile, this one didn't work either.

" Sara-"

Greg butted in;
" I can keep an eye on her!"

Greg and Sara exchanged nervous glances. One look at Grissom told them that he was satisfied with that;
" Okay good. DB out on Henderson, thought you'd be interested Greg. The victim had a love for your favourite coffee, Hawaian Blue."

" Cool." Greg faked his own smile and took the file Grissom passed him before leaving.

" Oh thanks for that Greg, I would have hated sitting home." Sara put a hand to her head, rubbing it over her forehead to soothe it.

" Maybe I should just take you home." Greg said softly.

" No I'm good." Sara put out a hand for the file. Greg held it just out of her reach;
" Your not good."

" Greg, the case c'mon.." Sara beckoned with her hand but Greg shook his head;
" You look like death."

" And you look handsome too. Now come on the file Greg."

" NO Sara, maybe you should just rest tonight."

Sara sat back defeated, she surveyed Greg with a small smile;
" You really are determined to not let me work this case aren't you?"

Greg nodded, he sat forward to make sure she was listening to him;
" Sara last night I know what happened-"

" You know that nothing happened-"

" You almost got raped. If I hadn't been there-"

" I still would have fought him off."

Greg sat back now, he tapped his fingers on the wooden chair arm, his frustration building;
" Yeah it sure looked like you had a chance pinned against the wall like that."

" Fuck off Greg." Sara went to stand but he grabbed her arm;
" Sara you passed out at your apartment. He must have got some drug into your food or drink, you have all the symptons of a date rape drug."

" I want to work this case." Sara said but this time she didn't seem so desperate. She shook off Greg and picked back up her water bottle, draining the last of it she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Greg said nothing. FInally she leant against the fridge, the water bottle slid from her grasp and to the floor as her hands came up to cover her face;
" I always thought I could handle anything;" She sniffed; " This is so dumb. I wasn't even raped and here I am acting like I have been."

" It's okay, shush." Greg stood up and walked over to her.

" I was so scared Greg, so terrified. Now I feel ashamed, like I should have been stronger-"

" No Sara;" Greg put his arms around her; " You did the best you could in that situation."

" Greg."

" Yeah?"

" Can you drive me home?"

---

" How are you feeling?" Greg asked.

" Better thanks." Sara smiled as she took the coffee he passed her way.

" I aim to please." He beamed and turned back to the coffee machine.

Sara watched him work. He really was the sweetest guy she knew. A slight smile played on her lips as she heard him sing part of a song by Marilyn Manson, he really did have charm.

" Anything else you need?" He asked.

Sara shook her head, her headache already wearing off;
" No thanks. You better get onto that case."

" Right." Greg picked up the case file from the breakfast bar. His eyes found the answering machine again, still no messages. He decided to call on it, see if he could get a date out of it;
" No one calls you?"

Sara at once put on a defence;
" Course I get calls."

" No one leaves a message?"

" Not all the time no."

" If someone wanted to leave one, what number would they call?"

" Greg is that a cheesy way of asking for my number?" Sara laughed.

Greg shrugged;
" It's for a friend."

" And is this friend an ex lab tech?"

" He just may be."

Sara laughed again. She looked Greg over, she remembered how great he had been to her lately.
" Okay sure get him to call." She scribbled down her number on a post it and passed it his way.

"He'll call." Greg beamed and left her apartment. Sara closed her front door with a little smile. She leant against it and laughed, Greg Sanders had asked for her number. She had given Greg Sanders her number.
Feeling like a high schooler again she went to bed excited. She paused at the bedroom door, blushing she raced back to the breakfast bar and snapped up the cordless. Well if he called...she wouldn't want to miss it.

ONCE AGAIN DEDICATED TO QUEEN OF CLIFFIES ( AKA NICOLE 101) PLEASE REVIEW!