So very sorry it took me so long to update, between my betta reader being out of town and family issues. Ok here is a quick update. Please be kind with your replies. Working on plot it might get a tad....well let us just say, read on.

thanks all

Sara thought to herself, no point in crying, she mustn't, who would even hear her tears?

Turning around smacked into Greg, the force knocking her to the pavement.

"Oh god! I am so sorry Sara!" Greg gasped, as he dropped to his knees and helped her up "I didn't know you hadn't seen me."

"Greg it's ok," reaching out to take his hand he offered her. "Honest Greg am alright."

Not convinced of Sara's words, he knew so often she tried to pretend her inner hurt never existed. He wanted desperately to reach out, to cradle her face in his hands to look into her eyes….

Slowly he bent forward and stopped for a moment. Greg looked at Sara cupping her face in his hands "I know you Sar," he told her "you can be straight with me, I know you're not ok."

"I just… Oh Greg I wasn't paying attention and didn't see you and……" she protested "look..."

"I'm not talking about this" he told her, his hands slowly released Sara's face, he ran a finger down her arm, and linked his hand into hers.

Startled Sara wanted to protest, as she blurted out "What are you talking about Greg? Are you…. am I and Gil…oh no it's not what you are thinking. Greg Sanders how could you think such things." she lied, averting her eyes away from his, unable to withstand his touch she couldn't look into Greg's eyes.

"Sara?" he asked softly, his finger reaching back up to her face, he tried to turn her head upwards "You know you can tell me anything. I've seen the little dance you and Grissom seem to be doing, and I know it's hurting you. I am here for you."

"No, Greg let me be please! " she whispered and turned towards her car "I can't do this."

"Ok," he told her, giving her hug, refusing to let her go "Maybe another time, am always their for you."

"Thanks" she whispers as she got in her car and drove away, leaving a bewildered Greg Sanders watching in the dark.

Grissom felt defeated, why did Sara have to be there? "Let's go Brass" as both men headed outside they ran into Greg who gave Grissom a evil look.

"Hey Greg why are..?" Greg didn't say a word and headed inside.
"Is it me or am I getting it from all angles. Shit am I in trouble or what?"

Brass laughed knowing he wasn't the best of judgment when it came to employees or love and war. "Ready?" Brass asked

Grissom replied "Sure let's go." As they headed towards Heathers house, the men chattered about the case at hand.

Brass pulled up at Heathers, the lights were dim inside. As both men got out of the car and waked towards her front door. Brass knocked first, took awhile before they heard footsteps. Heather smiled as she saw Grissom and invited the men in.

Brass cleared his throat " Thanks, am going to pass. Um Grissom if you need me, call ok?" he patted his friend on the back as Grissom walked in and the door closed, leaving Brass out in the cold.