Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Someone want to hire me a lawyer?

AN: I updated! Miracles do happen!

"You know, I'll really be sad to see FBI Girl go. I've gotten used to her being around the lab. And the loss of such a beautiful woman definitely requires proper mourning. What do you think about getting her another bouquet of flowers?"

I ignore Greg's cheerful attempt at conversation and keep my eyes on the road. I'm still trying not to punch him. I just need to keep reminding myself that, for some reason, he's my best friend, and deep down, I don't want to hurt him.

I can't believe he sent in FBI Girl. I'm a big girl, and I can take care of myself. Things were going great before our FBI friend interrupted. Catherine was so close… I can still feel her breath on my lips.

"Sara… what did I do? You're giving me the silent treatment. Whatever it is, I swear that I didn't really do it- you were just hallucinating."

Okay, that's it.

I pull the car over to curb and turn to glare at Greg. I hold my index finger and thumb in front of him, hoping the visual will help get my point across.

"This close, Greggo. This close to kissing the woman of my dreams. And you know what? If you hadn't sent FBI Girl in to check on us, I would have! Did you ever stop and think about what she might interrupt?"

Greg looks at me blankly and nods. "Yep. That's why I told her to."

He's my best friend. I don't want to hurt him. He's my best friend… I really want to punch him right about now.

Instead, I take a deep breath and remind myself of all of the times he's helped me. It doesn't really help.

"Greg, you're going to have to explain yourself a bit better."

He frowns slightly and places his chin in his hands. "Sara, when it comes to Catherine, you have zero willpower. If something happened between you- I mean… She has a girlfriend! Did you learn nothing with Hank?"

I knead my forehead, trying to relieve my growing headache. "Greggo… she and her girlfriend broke up."

His eyes widen. "Oh. Well… Um… Hey, did you really want your first kiss to be in a bar bathroom?"

I stare blankly at him. I can't hit him now. He looks too pathetically innocent. If it weren't so obvious that his intentions were good… I start up the car again. I'm still annoyed with him. Screw intentions- I had the perfect opportunity to kiss Catherine, and because of him, I didn't.

"How long ago did they break up?"

"I don't know. She never got around to telling me that." We were a little busy not kissing.

He sits quietly for a few minutes, seeming to consider what I said. Then he decides to open his mouth again. I guess he has more confidence in my temper than I do.

"Well maybe I helped anyway. I mean, you don't want to be the rebound girl, do you?"

I glare at him and he decides to shut up. As much as I hate to admit it, he has a point. If I'm going to have something with Catherine, I want it to mean more than I'm in love with her and look a bit like her ex-girlfriend.

But I got the impression that Catherine ended the relationship…

"Geez. Just watching you think so much makes my brain hurt."

I roll my eyes and sigh. Maybe I can convince his girlfriend to get another turtle that hates him.

"So, how goes it in the land of Sidle?"

I smile at Greg's cheery question. I guess he had a better day's sleep than I did. I spent several hours staring at my ceiling trying to figure out if what happened between me and Catherine actually meant anything. Wasted hours. I've still got nothing.

"Nowhere near as well as it's going in the land of Sanders if your grin is anything to go by. You and Claire have fun before work?"

He bobs his head up and down, handing me a cup of coffee. "Yep. We took Hobbes for a walk. He ended up dragging us through a flock of pigeons. It was fun."

I swear, if I didn't like him so much, that dopey 'I'm-so-in-love' grin would probably drive me crazy. As it is, it's good to know that at least one of our lives is going well.

I take a sip of the heavenly scented coffee and lean back in one of the break room chairs. Greg and I are early, which means I have another half-hour before Catherine gets here. I don't know how worried I should be about that.

Greg sits down next to me, stirring sugar into his coffee. "What are you going to say to Catherine when she gets here?"

I shrug. "I have no idea. I'm probably just going to end up avoiding her all shift. Maybe I'll say 'hi' when I see her." That's probably about all I'll be able to say before getting completely tongue-tied.

"Good luck with that. Judging from the way she was looking at you last night, she'll probably drag you into her office and jump you."

Dear God, is he trying to turn me into a nervous wreck before she even gets here? "Greg, shut up."

He grins at me happily. "Aw, c'mon Sara! Can't I have any fun with this?"

I glare at him and pick up one of the textbooks sitting on the table. I can feel Greg pouting at me, but I ignore him and try to focus on what I'm reading. It doesn't help anything. Half an hour before I see Catherine, and I have no clue how I'm supposed to act around her.

Hell, maybe I should just pray that she will drag me into her office and jump me. That would certainly simplify things.