AN This storyline just would not leave my head so I decided to write it...I have no idea if it's gonna go anywhere or if it'll just stay where it is...either way...here it is...just cause I like to share... Enjoy...Dream0)
Does She or Doesn't She
© 2005 Dream
She wasn't really sure where she was going. He'd said she just had to follow the hallway till she saw the desk with a short woman wearing funky glasses. Only problem, she'd passed a number of rooms with desks and everyone was sitting. How the heck was she supposed to know if the woman is short? She sighed and smiled, he never thought that far ahead, he was usually flustered when he gave her directions. She was sure it was the cute, sometimes sporadic way, that he dealt with things that attracted her to him. She never thought a scientist could be so adorable, and she was one.
"Umm excuse me I'm looking for Greg Sanders."
Sarah had been intensely focused on the folder in front of her, but jarred her head up to look at the womanspeaking to her."I-I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Payton Marelli. My boyfriend, Greg, told me to meet him here for his break, but I think I'm officially lost." She chuckled nervously, "He's not all that good with directions."
'My boyfriend'. It started ringing in Sara'shead. She smiled and nodded at the woman then tried to formulate the proper sentence in response. There was nothing. Greg had a girlfriend? Why hadn't he mentioned it before? Oh wait, he had spoken about a Payton but he hadn't said she was his girlfriend. Shit, why did she care?
"Miss?" Payton looked curiously at the brunette in front of her, when all of a sudden it dawned on her, "Hey are you Sara Sidle?"
Okay this was getting progressively worse, "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of this big case so my mind is all over the place." Yeah that was good, always nice to fall back on the 'busy with a big case' excuse, it usually worked.
"That's okay I totally understand, I'm usually too busy to even talk to him during the week. In fact I haven't seen him in over ten days." Payton was rambling, she usually did that when she was nervous, this was his partner, why did she feel threatened? Greg had told her he'd had a crush on Sara for over two years, but had assured her he was over it once he met her. "I've been given one of those 'leave of absences'. You know the one, where your supervisor tells you to get a life outside the office?"
Sara had to smile at that. She'd lost count at the amount of times Grissom had told her that very thing. She instinctively didn't want to like this woman, but it wasn't easy, she was really nice, "I know that all too well. Umm, follow me I think he's doing an experiment in the garage."
"By the way it's nice to finally meet you. Greg speaks very highly of you, says you're like a mentor to him. He's constantly worried that he annoys you because he's so green in the field." Stop talking Payton! Why did she always ramble when she was nervous?
Mentor? Worried he annoys me? Quite the contrary actually, much to her chagrin she had been enjoying working with him more and more, once he'd left the lab it was almost as though he looked like a different guy to her. The scary thing was the more she looked at him, the more she liked what she saw.
Warrick almost walked into Payton as the two women rounded the corner. Nick wasn't far behind.
"Whoa I'm sorry." He put a hand to her shoulder, "I don't think we've met." He smiled.
Payton had to smile; Greg had told her about this guy. "You must be Warrick." She stepped back and extended her hand, "I'm Payton it's nice to meet you."
"Payton?" Nick said looking at her curiously, "Greg's Payton?"
She turned to acknowledge him, "You've heard about me?"
Nick smiled and looked her up and down, "Only the good things of course. I'm Nick Stokes by the way."
She shook his outstretched hand, "Hi Nick."
Both men were looking at Payton in a way that was slowly starting to piss Sara off, "Well this is a lovely moment, but we were on our way to the garage. Don't you two have a case to work on?"
Nick grinned knowing what was bothering her, which pissed her off even more. Nick had this way of figuring people out that always bugged her cause she couldn't hide shit from him, "Yeah Rick didn't we have that thing?"
Warrick was still taking in Payton, desperately trying to figure out how Sanders had managed to get her. "What?"
"You know," Nick nudged him, "The thing."
"Right, yeah right, the thing." He reluctantly tore his eyes away, "Good to meet you Payton."
She shook her head and grinned, "You too Warrick."
She chuckled when she overheard him say to Nick, "Sanders has all the luck man, all the luck."
Sara was desperately trying not to show the amount of disdain she had growing inside her for this woman. She shouldn't care, why the HELL did she care? She was about to push open the door to the garage when Greg burst out of it.
"Back up it's going to blow!" He said with a laugh grabbing Sara by the waist and pushing her back just as a loud bang emanated from behind the door. He was so excited he could hardly contain himself, "Remember the DB, the one that reeked like shit, his ass all blown out? Well I figured…" His voice trailed off when he saw Payton quietly beaming at him.
She waved, "Hi."
He pulled the goggles off his head and stepped passed Sara, "Hey babe." He looked at his watch, "It can't be that time already."
She took his hand and leaned in to kiss his cheek, "It's a half hour later actually." She entwined her fingers with his and smiled at him.
"Damn," He blushed, "I'm sorry I didn't…"
"I knew you'd get caught up that's why I gave you the half hour window."
"Shit babe I'm just in the middle…" He started to say.
Sara really just wanted her to stop touching him, especially since she had enjoyed it too much when he had been touching her. She spoke up because she actually felt herself retching. Again, why did she care? "Don't worry about it Greg I got it. I was just coming to you; did you pump methane gas into the porta potty?"
He kept hold of Payton's hand and turned around instantly excited again, "Yeah and I rigged the lighter to go off, then BOOM!"
"What is it with you and blowing up toilets?" Sara shook her head with a laugh.
Payton looked at him curiously he just shrugged, "Dry ice case, exploding toilet, pink corpses, it was really cool. Anyway I just assumed it was a lighter and went with it."
"Well you were right. Hodges just identified that piece of plastic we found in his internal organs. It's from a standard lighter."
"So do you want me to…" He looked over at Payton who questioningly looked back at Sara.
"I want you to take a break Greg, I'll look over your chart and log the findings, go." Sarah waved him away.
Greg's face broke into a huge smile. He put an arm around Payton, "Didn't I tell you she was amazing? Thanks Sara I'll be back later."
She waved him away because she really couldn't stand the sight of him right now, "Take your time, you haven't had a break in ten hours." Actually she thoroughly enjoyed the sight of him; he always looked good in the garage coveralls.
"I'm buying you breakfast in the morning." He pointed at her as he started to guide Payton away, "Baby you should have seen it when the toilet exploded that one time it…" His voice trailed off as they walked away.
Sara watched them go down the hall, she remembered once when they had been forced to take a decontamination shower together, they'd walked down that hall and he'd very gallantly told her he hadn't seen a thing. She had looked though. She rubbed her hand over her face and headed into the garage, surveying the damage she sighed. This was going to take awhile.
As she logged each piece she found, surveying how big the pieces were in comparison to the once found at the scene, her mind wandered again. Why was it always too late for her? Why did her damn head click in just a little two late? How long had he been flirting with her, hinting at asking her out, comparing himself to whomever she was dating at the time? Now when he was obviously quite happy somewhere else she sees him the way she should have seen him years ago.
She shook her head, but he was Greg Sanders for the love of God! Silly Greg who wore headdresses and danced in the hallway, the guy who drummed on beakers with a rubber glove on his head, she didn't want him. Did she?