Sandle Crush Ficlet "No Words" Rated PG

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Title: No Words (Sandle crush/friendship ficlet)

Author: labgeekluvr

Rating: PG

Time: Missing Scene from “Precious Metal”, Season 3

Disclaimer: None of the characters are of my creation, all belong to the writers of CBS and CSI:Crime Scene Investigation.

Sara was fed up with men. Last week after spending a lot of time worrying about Hank when she should have been working, she finds out he’s in a serious relationship with a shady inurance broker, and that he was cheating on her with Sara. She had told Catherine about it, and after she and Hank had said their goodbyes Catherine took her out for a beer, which helped.

She knew Nick meant well by suggesting that she go out with his friend, but she just wasn’t ready. You don’t just get over finding out that the guy you’ve been seeing for months, and who nearly got you in trouble on more than one occasion because of it, is heavily involved with someone else. “I’m better off alone for the time being,” Sara thought to herself.

Nick and Sara were working on a new murder case. A retired soldier by the name of Christian Cutler had been murdered and stuffed into a waste barrel. His foot had been severed from his body. It was discovered that Christian participated in a remote control demolition derby. Nick and Sara were analyzing some of the remote control robots used in the derby, and they found blood evidence on three different parts in three different robots. Sara told Nick she would take the blood samples to Greg for analysis.

On her way to the lab she began to regret volunteering to take the samples to Greg herself. She knew that he knew about her and Hank, and that he would probably rub it in and try asking her out himself. She walked into the lab and handed Greg the sample.

“Hey Greg, here’s some blood samples from three robots we’re looking at. If you could put a rush on this, that would be great,” she forced a smile.

“Sure, Sar.” Greg said. “Hey, I heard about you and Hank...”

“Yeah, I know. Please do me a favor and don’t say ‘I told you so’,” Sara interrupted.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. What I was going to say is that I’m sorry to hear it happened,” Greg explained.

“I thought you’d be glad. Figured you’d be trying to take advantage of the situation by now,” Sara smiled, surprised.

“Not at all. I mean, the jerk really hurt you. Betrayed your trust. I’m not happy about that. Besides, it’s only been a week. My chances of getting shot down are way too high. I’ll give it a couple more weeks,” he smiled teasingly. “I knew all along that something like this...”

“I thought that you weren’t going to say ‘I told you so’,” Sara frowned and started to walk out. Greg started after her.

“Sara wait,” he called. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Greg,”, Sara said gently.

“I just wish there was something I could say or do that would make you feel better,” Greg said softly.

“I know, Greg,” Sara said, “but really there’s nothing you can say that will change anything or make me feel any better.”

“Well, how about...” he started, then reached for her hand, pulling her from the doorway back into the lab. “How about I don’t say anything?”

“That would be a first for you,” Sara teased.

“Normally yes, but, truth be told, you have quite a gift for rendering me speechless–in a good way of course,” Greg stuttered.

“Greg...” Sara whispered.

“C’mere,” Greg whispered, opening his arms and enveloping her in a gentle hug. She laid her head against his shoulder, and was surprised how warm and safe she felt surrounded by his warm arms and the soft cotton of his lab coat. She hugged him tighter, burying her face in the soft blue cotton of his coat. He noticed, and wrapped his arms around her tighter, leaning his head against hers and breathing in the fragrance of strawberries. Sara’s emotions got the best of her and tears and sobs began to pour out of her as Greg held her. He reached up and touched her strawberry-scented auburn hair, silently and secretly loving her in his own way.

“Oh, Greg...” Sara sobbed.

“Shhh,” Greg whispered. “It’s alright. Just cry. My shoulder will catch your tears. I’m here to catch you.”

Catherine was walking down the hall towards the conference room. As she passed the lab she witnessed a sweet scene through the glass windows. Sweet, adorable Greg was comforting the woman he had a crush on for a couple years now, and she so needed him right now. Catherine smiled as she saw Greg and Sara. Sara caught a glimpse of Catherine out of the corner of her eye. Catherine noticed, and waved to Sara with a gesture that told her not to worry, nothing would be said, she knew Sara needed this moment.

Sara closed her eyes for another moment as Greg patted her back, waiting for her sobs to subside. When they finally did she lifted her head from his shoulder and gazed into his warm brown eyes. He gazed down at her, gently brushing her tear-streaked cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’d better head down to the conference room. Catherine might have something she wants me to do,” Sara said.

“You sure you’re okay?” Greg asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thank you,” she said shakily.

Greg kissed her softly on the forehead. “If you need anything, you know where to find me,” he said softly.

Sara nodded and said, “I know, thanks. I’ll see you later.” Sara pulled away from Greg and headed for the conference room. Greg leaned against the doorframe, watching her walk away for a moment, then turned back to the task at hand, processing blood samples.
 
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