Author’s Note: Holy crap, I didn’t even know that this was typed up! I just remembered that there was more written, I just didn’t think it was actually on the computer! Holy Hannah!

Michelle and I haven’t actually written this in a long while but I am definitely planning on hunting the rest of the already written parts down as soon as I get the chance.

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Sara woke up earlier than she would have liked, due to the blinding sun coming through her porch window. “Damn curtains, why didn’t you close?” she grumbled. It was her own fault they weren’t closed. She was so exhausted last night she had completely forgot. Sara heard a ‘clink’ on the floor as she got off the bed. She looked down and smiled, seeing that her silver princess crown had fallen off her head and onto the hardwood. Sara recalled yesterday’s odd events, laughing when the memory of Grissom in a dress came to her. She sighed, “Priceless.”

Picking up the crown and putting it on the counter lead her to thoughts on Greg Sanders. Greg, the newly found vegetarian. Damn, she always had him pegged as a meat eater. Learning more and more about Greg was oddly satisfying, probably the best part of this ‘vacation’. Well… the dress thing was pretty funny. Sara shook her head and started making herself a cappuccino. She decided that this machine was her new favorite invention; she would have to buy one for her apartment.

She took a long sip from her steaming drink and felt herself moving towards the patio. The same place she and Greg had a complete moment. ‘That’s not why I’m drawn to it of course. I just… like the view’ she lied to herself. She stepped outside quietly to enjoy the fresh air, only to have her breath caught in her lungs. Greg was already out there.

“Sara? Why are you up so early?” Greg inquired. Then to himself he wondered how she could do this to him. Once he saw her walk out of her room, he melted like a 14 year-old with a crush.

Sara was still holding her breath. ‘Let go! It’s just Greg!’

“Oh, I didn’t shut the curtains last night. The sun woke me up” she answered. She smiled her wonderful smile that made Greg melt even more. “I see you don’t have coffee. You know being a CSI usually means caffeine first thing every morning, even on vacation.”

“Yeah I’m getting into that routine. But I don’t have a wonderful cappuccino machine in my room” he laughed.

“Well I’ll make you some then” she said, retreating to her room. Once inside she willed her stomach to unclench. ‘God, I’m acting like some 14 year-old with a crush! Stop it!’ She quickly made the drink but stalled before moving outside. “We’re just friends” she said out loud.

“What did you say Sara?”

“Nothing!” She took a deep breath and went out to the porch. Greg had moved from his position so he was closer to her window. He took the cappuccino gratefully. Their hands brushed each others briefly, but the touch still sent shivers up Sara’s spine. She watched Greg slowly move away to lean against the porch ledge, biting his bottom lip. ‘I wish I was biting his lip… What!’ she ran a hand through her hair. She had to get these thoughts out!

Greg bit his lip to hold himself back from kissing her right there. When they touched it sent electricity through his body. He was sure Sara hadn’t felt it. His love was unrequited, right? ‘Why aren’t we talking?’ Greg thought feeling an awkward silence. He drank the hot cappuccino and was going to say something, but thankfully Sara spoke up.

“So why were you up so early?” she said as a weak conversation topic. She just couldn’t stand the silence anymore; there was way too much sexual tension on this porch.

“Well…” he started. It was embarrassing. His back muscles were killing him. Sure Sara wasn’t that heavy, but he had never done that much lifting. He was never considered a strong ‘wrestling’-type kind of man. “I just… felt like waking up I suppose.” He smiled nervously at her and she creased her brow.

“What’s up Greg? You’re a horrible liar.”

He sighed, she was right. His lying skills needed a little work. “I couldn’t sleep. My back hurts a little.” ‘Ok a lot…’ but he wasn’t going to tell Sara that part.

Sara saw him blush. “Greg I’m sorry it’s my fault!” she exclaimed.

“No Sara it’s not, it only hurts a little. Don’t worry about it.”

Sara put her mug down on the ledge and told him to turn around. Greg’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “Say what now?”

“Turn around!”

He obeyed her and sighed when he felt her hands move up his back. “Sara, that feels so good.”

Sara smiled from behind him. “Your muscles are just tense that’s all. I’m sorry you had to carry me so much these past couple of days.”

“I said don’t worry about it” he managed to say. Her hands were applying just the right amount of pressure on his back.

“Of course I’m going to worry! Now relax. You’re more tense now than when I first started.”

He couldn’t help it. Sara Sidle was giving him a back massage. He loved her even more at this point. Greg closed his eyes and didn’t protest.

Sara gulped when she realized that she herself was growing tense. Maybe this back massage wasn’t a good idea. She stopped, but didn’t remove her hands. She heard Greg groan which practically made her heart stop.

“Keep going.”

Greg’s eyes opened. He saw the serenity of the forest and the lake. The breeze was moving through the branches, tossing the leaves aside creating a wonderful sound. Sara’s hands resumed their motion against his back; it was like a beautiful dance combined with nature’s song.

“Are you on the porch Sara?”

Sara and Greg both jumped away from each other at the sudden voice coming from inside Sara’s room. It was Grissom.

“Sara?” Grissom inquired. Sara turned and saw Grissom opening the porch door.

“Grissom… I was just…”

“Looking at the view? It is beautiful here isn’t it?”

Sara furrowed her brow. She turned to see that Greg had gone back inside his own room. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed that Grissom came at that very intimate moment. When she touched Greg she felt-

“Are you ok Sara? You’re not breathing properly.”

Her breath had indeed increased. “I’m fine. Promise.” she smiled. Grissom looked at her uncertainly before going towards the sliding door.

“Ok, as long as you’re sure. I really only came to tell you that breakfast was ready.” he said. Sara followed her boss inside and waited until he left her room before she sat on her bed. She took a deep breath and looked over to her princess crown. What’s wrong with me?

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A/N: Baha, first update since 2006. I really should go look for the rest of this story now…

Hope you enjoyed reading this. Please, please, please review? I miss reviews…

--Jules and Michelle (Unless she doesn’t wanna be associated with this anymore…I have no idea…XD)