Consolations and Hangovers – Chapter 04

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Sara blinked open her eyes, as pain shot through her skull. Okay, my head hurts like hell, she thought wearily, as she tried to sit up on the bed she was on.

What the hell happened?

She only remembered bits and pieces of the previous day. She met up with Grissom. He wanted an annulment. Tears stung her eyes, as she recalled. Then somehow she met up with Greg back at the lab. And then they went to a bar, after shift. And it seemed like she drank. A lot.

And she also remembered kissing Greg.

Shit.

Glancing down at herself (in reflex), she was still wearing her own clothes from last night, thankfully. She guessed that it was a good thing; hopefully nothing occurred between them, or else she'd have a hard time explaining to everyone else if they found out.

She managed to get up from the bed, and found a mirror somewhere on the wall, attempting to tame her hair. She then realised it was close to eight in the morning, as she picked up her wristwatch and cellphone from the bedside table.

Where was she?

She observed her surroundings.

The room was quite nicely furnished; it had a wooden-framed bed, with pale blue bed sheets, sitting in the middle of it. A desk was right beside the bed, and posters adorned the walls of the room. The windows on the wall, complete with cream-coloured curtains hanging above it, was near the bed. It allowed sunlight to filter in pretty well, and bathed the room in a golden glow.

She was probably in Greg's apartment, and she had to admit, if this was Greg's room, she was surprised that it was pretty neat, not to mention cosy. She sighed, as it dawned upon her; how was she to hide the fact that she's still upset about the meeting with Grissom? She didn't know whether she could hide it well enough or not...

But anyway, as much as she wanted to continue sleeping (her hangover was so egging her to do so), she had to figure out what in the world had happened first...

"Greg?"

He looked behind him, and found her standing in the entrance of his kitchen, looking absolutely lethargic, and she was still clad in the clothes from last night. He was standing over the stove, preparing some breakfast. On the countertop beside him were two plates of food, and two glasses of what seemed like milk. (She was still pretty groggy.)

"Hey," he greeted. "Uh… you feeling any better?"

Sara pressed a hand to her head.

"Not really," she answered. "Uh... how did I get here last night?"

"You were drunk," he said, and reached into the cabinet above him for a glass and some aspirin. "I brought you here."

"Thanks," she said, forcing a smile. It hid, and absolutely contradicted, how she felt right now. She didn't want her mood to affect Greg's. "Anyway, what's cooking? Something smells good," she peered into the pan that was over the stove, as Greg poured some water into the glass.

"Just some eggs and bacon."

She nodded, unsure of what to say, afraid that she may suddenly break down. Her gaze turned to the plate of bacon on top of the counter. "Thanks for the breakfast," she said, as she leant against the table near her, in what was supposed to be a casual fashion, and proceeded to down the aspirin. "Is it good? I don't want food poisoning to go with my hangover."

"My cooking isn't that bad," he retorted, putting two eggs into each plate agitatedly and maybe a little violently. "But anyway… Food poisoning and a hangover? Nasty combination."

"Yeah..." She was relieved that Greg didn't seem to realise that she was still feeling distressed and unsettled inside.

There was a short pause, before Greg spoke up.

"There you go again," he said, putting down the plates. She looked up at him, her smile faltering. "I told you that you don't have to lie. I can see through you, you know."

"Wha…? What are you talking about?" she asked, avoiding his gaze. Did he know how to read minds or what?

"You know what I'm talking about, Sar." Greg stated. "You're still upset. I know."

"I…" she started, setting her glass down. She then gave up trying to avoid what he was getting at, and nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry… I… I didn't want to spoil your mood."

"It's okay," he replied, moving towards her to hug her. "You have to forget about the incident; bury it deep inside your mind. I know it'll be hard, but you have me."

She smiled, this time genuinely, and clung onto him tightly and gratefully, as tears started flowing, for there was someone like him who was able to hold her, and to console her, when she was going through such a painful time. She never knew that Greg could be so dependable. His hug also seemed to give her some strength to face the issue; she definitely felt braver. After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger...

She nodded. "I'll try to forget about it…" she said, breaking the hug, and wiping away her tears hastily. "I… I promise. Let's pretend it never happened… Deal?"

Greg gave her a reassuring smile. "Deal."

It was his job now, to help her. To pretend that the meeting with Grissom never took place, and that everything was okay. She made a promise, now it was Greg's turn make one.

Greg then paused. "Okay… So then, do you remember?" She probably forgot about what happened after she got drunk. It wouldn't hurt to ask. Anyway, the issue was light-hearted – that would lighten up the atmosphere too, and at least make her smile more.

She raised an eyebrow. "What?" Any trace of distress was gone now. Even if there was any of it remaining, it was entirely concealed, and it was as if nothing had happened… Like Sara totally shifted from one state to another. Greg preferred this state of her, of course.

"You remember anything?" he continued, putting the plates on the dining table. "About yesterday…?"

She bit her lower lip. "I… I do."

Greg flushed; okay, she did remember. "Really…?"

"Uh huh," she answered, starting to blush madly. "I was… out of my mind, yesterday," she said sheepishly.

Greg sat down on a chair, Sara doing the same. She hesitated a little.

"We didn't do anything, right…?"

"We didn't," Greg replied. "Uh… we almost did. I think. I mean, you started it."

"Well," she started, fidgeting slightly. "It was on impulse… After… you know…" she trailed off. Greg understood; she was on the rebound. He truly did. He didn't know how he should show it, though.

"I understand, Sar… I do," he said.

"Thank you," she said, now looking down at the floor. "And… what I did was stupid… I know."

"Huh… Glad you do," he replied, grinning slightly, and she looked up at him, a similar grin on her face. She was finally in a better mood. That's a relief.

"You know, this is surprisingly good," she said, as she ate the food.

Greg grinned. "Of course," he said. "Don't underestimate me."

She laughed. "I didn't see you as the cooking type, though. No one would've guessed."

He scoffed. "Other than aspiring to become a rock star, I wanted to be a chef when I was younger, you know."

Sara smirked. "Oh really?"

Then, her cellphone rang. She mouthed an apology to Greg, and answered the call.

"Sidle."

"Hey," the voice over the phone said. "You okay? Nick called your home. You weren't there."

"Wha…? Oh, uh… of course I'm okay, Cath… I, uh… spent the night at a friend's house…" she swapped glances with Greg, as she said this.

"Okay... Anyway, we've got new leads on that multiple homicide," Catherine informed her. "You'll need to come back soon."

"Got it, Cath. I'll be there soon."

"Oh, and contact Greg for me, will you? I couldn't get to him all morning. We'll need extra manpower."

"Sure," she said, and hung up.

Greg observed her, as he set his fork down. "Uh… You're going back to the lab now?"

"No, we are going back to the lab."

He shrugged. "Okay... I assume we're going over together?"

"Of course we are," she answered. "My car's back at the PD… But the others may start speculating when we arrive together."

Greg grinned, and glanced at the ground before looking back up at her. "I don't care, actually," he said. "You?"

"Huh… Me neither."


Okay. Chapter 5 will come out soon enough….

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