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Something Happens (Greg/Sara)
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gregsandersfan
Pathologist
Chapter 16
“Sara,” Brass called her from behind, and she turned around to him, still holding Greg’s hand. “Are you alright?” he asked.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
Brass looked at her for a moment, as if to gauge the truth of her statement. Then his look went on to Greg. “You’re alright, too?”
“Yeah,” Greg confirmed.
“I want both of you down at the station right away,” Brass said seriously. On Greg’s mixture of a confused and worried expression, he added, “I don’t want to take any chances with you two. We’ve seen this Charlie guy was threatening you with a gun, but we want to make sure to nail him, so we need your statements, you know,” he offered as an explanation. Both Greg and Sara nodded.
While Greg was getting his jacket and locking the door of his apartment, Sara and Brass walked ahead out onto the street. Once they were out of Greg’s earshot, Brass turned to Sara, still talking quietly.
“You gave me quite something on the phone,” he said. “What was this talk about Sanders working together with his friend?”
Sara stopped dead. “Greg wasn’t in this. I didn’t mean…” she said quickly. “I just said it because Charlie was around. I didn’t want him to know that Greg had helped me and everything. I didn’t want him to do anything to Greg…”
Brass held up his arms. “Okay, I sort of figured that, but it wasn’t warming my heart to hear that over the phone. I didn’t like the idea that Sanders was in it after all.” He paused for a moment. “Especially because you seem to be very fond of him.” His formulation was certainly a big understatement, Sara thought silently.
“How long has this been going on?” Brass wanted to know, while they could see Greg coming out of the building.
“A while,” Sara replied shortly.
Greg was coming up to them, smiling faintly. His expression turned more serious all of a sudden, his gaze at something behind Brass and Sara. She turned to see what he was looking at, and saw Nick taking his kit out of the trunk of his parked car. He walked up to them quickly.
“What are you doing here?” Sara asked confused.
“I was called to secure evidence from a crime scene,” Nick explained earnestly, looking at Greg who suddenly felt very much like said crime scene.
“Officer Stevens has the gun that was seized from the suspect,” Brass told Nick calmly and the Texan nodded, walking off to the waiting police officer. “I’m off to the station then,” Brass added, turning to Greg and Sara. “Do you need a lift?”
Greg shook his head. “No, we’ll take Sara’s car… I guess.”
Sara nodded, and Brass left, while Sara seemed inclined to wait for Nick, much to Greg’s dismay. He rather wanted to avoid the Texan at this moment, guessing that his sentiments towards Greg were not the best right now. Not wanting to leave without Sara, he had to wait as well though, seeing Nick finally coming up to them again, carrying the seized gun in an evidence bag.
“So after all I’ve heard you’re not here to work a scene,” Nick started, and looking at Greg, he added, “Isn’t this where you live?” He pointed at the apartment complex behind them. Greg nodded.
“Charlie was here,” Sara explained him, although Greg guessed that Nick had already had a general picture of what had happened. “He was arrested.”
“Are you hurt?” Nick asked her worriedly, looking up and down her body as if to check for any injuries.
“I’m fine,” Sara ensured him calmly.
Nick turned to Greg now. “Why do I have the feeling that every time something happens to Sara, you’re around?” he sounded rather harsh.
Sara looked at Greg quickly. She was not exactly sure what had befallen Nick, had already wondered in the last few weeks why Nick had not seemed to be able to be friendly with Greg again, or why he acted so coldly towards the other man in the first place.
Nothing of what had happened had been Greg’s fault. In the first time Sara had not been able to make that very clear, since she and Nick had not really been on speaking terms either, just like she had not been with most of her co-workers, who had turned away in disappointment, even though it had never been as bad for her as it had been for Greg.
After a few weeks people had been forgiving to her, mostly because she had been the victim of everything after all; people had started to care more for her. And this was probably one of the origins of Nick’s ostracizing of Greg. He blamed Greg for what had happened. Maybe just because it was his friend who had done it. Maybe because he thought that Greg had not done enough to hinder his friend. Maybe even because he did not believe that Greg had not known about it.
Nick felt protectively towards Sara, and that she had been in danger, threatened by Greg’s friend again, while Greg had been around, confirmed him in laying the blame on Greg.
Greg was not looking at Nick, and he was avoiding Sara’s gaze as well, who was trying to catch his, wanting to calm him.
“I’m sorry,” Greg said. “I tried to make her leave-“
Nick clenched his jar.
“Nick, Greg protected me-“
“’Protected’. Without him this wouldn’t have happened in the first place,” Nick returned angrily.
Sara grabbed Greg’s hand, if only to keep him from entering in that fight. She knew that Greg was not getting angry easily, but she did not want to see it happen here and now, on the street, in front of the police officers who were still here, securing the scene.
Catching Greg’s gaze now, Sara gave him a calming look. “We have to get down to PD now. Brass wants our statement,” she declared, hoping to postpone the fight, or preferably, avoid it altogether.
Nick shrugged, relaxing somewhat. Sara pulled Greg into the direction of her car, giving his hand a squeeze. A second later she realized that Nick had seen this, when he called after them.
”Since when has this been going on?” he wanted to know.
Sara ushered Greg forwards, turning halfway back to Nick.
“We’ll talk later at the lab, okay?” She tried a faint smile and it did not fail its impact on Nick who nodded, almost returning her expression.
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Greg did not look too happy, Sara thought, watching him browsing some journal. They were in the break room of the lab after they had just come from giving their statements to Brass.
Greg certainly did not look forward to any discussion with Nick, Sara guessed. She was ready to take things into her hands there, but she knew as well that she could not always step between any disagreements between the two men. Despite that she was the center of the conflict. Or maybe just because she was.
Sara stood up, having another matter on her agenda as well. Greg looked up from the journal.
“I want to have a talk with Grissom,” Sara explained. “I guess it will still take some time until Nick shows up.”
Greg sighed. “Do I want him to show up?” He looked at her openly. “He won’t like it any better than the rest of the lab.”
Of course Sara knew what Greg meant. In the lab they had been told to keep away from each other at work. And while that did not mean it could be forbidden that they saw each other off work, it was not going to help them professionally that they were a couple. It was not going to help them with their co-workers either. Sara doubted that Catherine, or Grissom for that matter, would lighten up on her for being together with Greg. Just like Nick had not seemed enthusiastic when he learned that Greg and Sara were seeing each other.
That issue she was going to tackle though. Right after she had spoken with Grissom that was.
“Just wait here for me,” she told Greg on her way out of the room, “I don’t think I’ll take long.” She looked at him with a gauging gaze.
“Okay,” he said with a weak smile. Sara left, frowning slightly, wondering why Greg was so low in spirits. They could be happy that both of them were fine; Charlie was in custody, they had made their statements against him. In short, the nightmare was finally coming to an end.
Sara stopped in her movements, having reached Grissom’s office. The door was open, so she looked into the room and Grissom caught her sight.
“Sara.”
“Hey, Grissom,” she said carefully.
“Are you alright?” he wanted to know, motioning her to sit down.
Sara nodded. “Yeah, Greg and I… we’re both fine.”
Grissom nodded.
“Why I’m here… I…”
Sara cursed herself. She had planned this conversation ahead, so why was she searching for the right words now? Grissom did not look like he was going to help her out.
“I want Greg back at our shift.” She realized that this was a somewhat blunt way to ask for it. She waited for Grissom’s reaction. His face was unmoving for the most part though.
“Nothing’s been Greg’s fault. You know that. It was my idea to…lie, not his, as you know. And now that Charlie’s been arrested…” Sara wondered if there was even a point in her talking any longer.
“Ecklie was clear about this,” Grissom finally returned.
“Ecklie?” Sara asked loudly. “Since when do you care about Ecklie? If you’d always do what he says, I wouldn’t be sitting here, wouldn’t be working here anymore, you know that.” Sara knew that she could actually be happy that both she and Greg were still working at the lab. It would have been an easy task to get rid of the both of them. They had presented the perfect opportunity.
“You know that you can ask for Greg’s transfer back. You just don’t need to assign us both to the same case, so we don’t work together and-“
“Okay,” Grissom said simply. When he saw Sara’s surprised expression, he added, “I’m going to do that.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”
“You know that you’ll have to testify against Charlie though and if they’ll drag out Greg’s involvement and everything… if you two are working together it will look even worse,” Grissom told her and Sara sighed.
“I know.” She stood up. “I’ll just get back to Greg: He’s waiting in the break room,” she explained, turning to go.
“Sara,” Grissom called, and she turned her head back to him. “I’m glad you’re alright.”
She smiled briefly and marched off, walking quickly back to the break room. What she saw - and heard – in the distance made her walk even faster. Nick was there with Greg, yelling at him right now, although Sara was not able to make out his words. Greg was answering back but not loud enough for Sara to understand what he was saying.
She came closer and was now able to catch Nick’s words.
“… so you let your friend kidnap her and then you dare to make a move on her? You think now you’ve got what you wanted?”
Sara knew that Nick knew that it had not been like that but apparently this did not hinder Nick accusing Greg.
“It wasn’t like that. And it was Sara who came to me. I would’ve never-“ Greg returned, but stopped when he saw Sara entering the room. Both men turned to her.
“Sara, tell me it is not going on what I think is,” Nick asked her, the anger only slowly fading from his voice.
“Greg and I are together,” Sara stated firmly. Nick’s expression showed his disapproval. “We’ve both made mistakes… and I’m sorry about that… but I’m not going to make the mistake to let anything come between us, not matter what you think.” Her voice was steady when she said this and it was obviously not lost on Nick, for he nodded.
“I think it’s a mistake though,” he told her, but more calmly now.
“That’s your opinion, not mine,” Sara returned.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt again and again, Sara.” Nick moved to leave.
Sara nodded finally. “Thanks.” She looked at Greg who had watched the discussion clearly uncomfortably. His expression did show neither happiness about Sara standing up for him, nor sorrow about Nick’s disapproval, but mainly uncertainty, and still guilt.
She did not know if Nick was already out of sight, but she did not care. She strode over to Greg, taking him into a hug, resting her head on his shoulder. He felt warm and Sara smiled.
“It’s alright,” she ensured him.
“I wish things were like they used to be.”
Sara drew back a little and saw that Greg was looking into the direction where Nick had left. She knew that he was hurting over lost friendships.
“We wouldn’t be together,” Sara reminded him, but realized that even trying to wage if this was worth it, was a futile attempt. Anything was certainly worth it that they were together now, that they had what they had with each other, but it did not make other loses less painful
She let go of him and Greg sat down, looking at her earnestly.
“I want to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“If I had told you that Charlie was at my place, would you have left and called the police?”
Sara looked at him silently. She had wondered about this question herself.
“I want you to tell me when something’s wrong, not tell me to go away,” she answered avoiding replying in a direct manner. Greg lifted his eyebrows. Sara sighed. “I guess I would’ve been stubborn, would’ve refused to go anyway… maybe… maybe I would’ve left, but… I don’t know,” she admitted. “I can sort of understand that you wanted me to go, what you said… it was still stupid though. I won’t let you get away with that.” During the last part she smiled though.
Greg smiled, too. “I didn’t think you would.”
The End
“Sara,” Brass called her from behind, and she turned around to him, still holding Greg’s hand. “Are you alright?” he asked.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
Brass looked at her for a moment, as if to gauge the truth of her statement. Then his look went on to Greg. “You’re alright, too?”
“Yeah,” Greg confirmed.
“I want both of you down at the station right away,” Brass said seriously. On Greg’s mixture of a confused and worried expression, he added, “I don’t want to take any chances with you two. We’ve seen this Charlie guy was threatening you with a gun, but we want to make sure to nail him, so we need your statements, you know,” he offered as an explanation. Both Greg and Sara nodded.
While Greg was getting his jacket and locking the door of his apartment, Sara and Brass walked ahead out onto the street. Once they were out of Greg’s earshot, Brass turned to Sara, still talking quietly.
“You gave me quite something on the phone,” he said. “What was this talk about Sanders working together with his friend?”
Sara stopped dead. “Greg wasn’t in this. I didn’t mean…” she said quickly. “I just said it because Charlie was around. I didn’t want him to know that Greg had helped me and everything. I didn’t want him to do anything to Greg…”
Brass held up his arms. “Okay, I sort of figured that, but it wasn’t warming my heart to hear that over the phone. I didn’t like the idea that Sanders was in it after all.” He paused for a moment. “Especially because you seem to be very fond of him.” His formulation was certainly a big understatement, Sara thought silently.
“How long has this been going on?” Brass wanted to know, while they could see Greg coming out of the building.
“A while,” Sara replied shortly.
Greg was coming up to them, smiling faintly. His expression turned more serious all of a sudden, his gaze at something behind Brass and Sara. She turned to see what he was looking at, and saw Nick taking his kit out of the trunk of his parked car. He walked up to them quickly.
“What are you doing here?” Sara asked confused.
“I was called to secure evidence from a crime scene,” Nick explained earnestly, looking at Greg who suddenly felt very much like said crime scene.
“Officer Stevens has the gun that was seized from the suspect,” Brass told Nick calmly and the Texan nodded, walking off to the waiting police officer. “I’m off to the station then,” Brass added, turning to Greg and Sara. “Do you need a lift?”
Greg shook his head. “No, we’ll take Sara’s car… I guess.”
Sara nodded, and Brass left, while Sara seemed inclined to wait for Nick, much to Greg’s dismay. He rather wanted to avoid the Texan at this moment, guessing that his sentiments towards Greg were not the best right now. Not wanting to leave without Sara, he had to wait as well though, seeing Nick finally coming up to them again, carrying the seized gun in an evidence bag.
“So after all I’ve heard you’re not here to work a scene,” Nick started, and looking at Greg, he added, “Isn’t this where you live?” He pointed at the apartment complex behind them. Greg nodded.
“Charlie was here,” Sara explained him, although Greg guessed that Nick had already had a general picture of what had happened. “He was arrested.”
“Are you hurt?” Nick asked her worriedly, looking up and down her body as if to check for any injuries.
“I’m fine,” Sara ensured him calmly.
Nick turned to Greg now. “Why do I have the feeling that every time something happens to Sara, you’re around?” he sounded rather harsh.
Sara looked at Greg quickly. She was not exactly sure what had befallen Nick, had already wondered in the last few weeks why Nick had not seemed to be able to be friendly with Greg again, or why he acted so coldly towards the other man in the first place.
Nothing of what had happened had been Greg’s fault. In the first time Sara had not been able to make that very clear, since she and Nick had not really been on speaking terms either, just like she had not been with most of her co-workers, who had turned away in disappointment, even though it had never been as bad for her as it had been for Greg.
After a few weeks people had been forgiving to her, mostly because she had been the victim of everything after all; people had started to care more for her. And this was probably one of the origins of Nick’s ostracizing of Greg. He blamed Greg for what had happened. Maybe just because it was his friend who had done it. Maybe because he thought that Greg had not done enough to hinder his friend. Maybe even because he did not believe that Greg had not known about it.
Nick felt protectively towards Sara, and that she had been in danger, threatened by Greg’s friend again, while Greg had been around, confirmed him in laying the blame on Greg.
Greg was not looking at Nick, and he was avoiding Sara’s gaze as well, who was trying to catch his, wanting to calm him.
“I’m sorry,” Greg said. “I tried to make her leave-“
Nick clenched his jar.
“Nick, Greg protected me-“
“’Protected’. Without him this wouldn’t have happened in the first place,” Nick returned angrily.
Sara grabbed Greg’s hand, if only to keep him from entering in that fight. She knew that Greg was not getting angry easily, but she did not want to see it happen here and now, on the street, in front of the police officers who were still here, securing the scene.
Catching Greg’s gaze now, Sara gave him a calming look. “We have to get down to PD now. Brass wants our statement,” she declared, hoping to postpone the fight, or preferably, avoid it altogether.
Nick shrugged, relaxing somewhat. Sara pulled Greg into the direction of her car, giving his hand a squeeze. A second later she realized that Nick had seen this, when he called after them.
”Since when has this been going on?” he wanted to know.
Sara ushered Greg forwards, turning halfway back to Nick.
“We’ll talk later at the lab, okay?” She tried a faint smile and it did not fail its impact on Nick who nodded, almost returning her expression.
**********************************************************************
Greg did not look too happy, Sara thought, watching him browsing some journal. They were in the break room of the lab after they had just come from giving their statements to Brass.
Greg certainly did not look forward to any discussion with Nick, Sara guessed. She was ready to take things into her hands there, but she knew as well that she could not always step between any disagreements between the two men. Despite that she was the center of the conflict. Or maybe just because she was.
Sara stood up, having another matter on her agenda as well. Greg looked up from the journal.
“I want to have a talk with Grissom,” Sara explained. “I guess it will still take some time until Nick shows up.”
Greg sighed. “Do I want him to show up?” He looked at her openly. “He won’t like it any better than the rest of the lab.”
Of course Sara knew what Greg meant. In the lab they had been told to keep away from each other at work. And while that did not mean it could be forbidden that they saw each other off work, it was not going to help them professionally that they were a couple. It was not going to help them with their co-workers either. Sara doubted that Catherine, or Grissom for that matter, would lighten up on her for being together with Greg. Just like Nick had not seemed enthusiastic when he learned that Greg and Sara were seeing each other.
That issue she was going to tackle though. Right after she had spoken with Grissom that was.
“Just wait here for me,” she told Greg on her way out of the room, “I don’t think I’ll take long.” She looked at him with a gauging gaze.
“Okay,” he said with a weak smile. Sara left, frowning slightly, wondering why Greg was so low in spirits. They could be happy that both of them were fine; Charlie was in custody, they had made their statements against him. In short, the nightmare was finally coming to an end.
Sara stopped in her movements, having reached Grissom’s office. The door was open, so she looked into the room and Grissom caught her sight.
“Sara.”
“Hey, Grissom,” she said carefully.
“Are you alright?” he wanted to know, motioning her to sit down.
Sara nodded. “Yeah, Greg and I… we’re both fine.”
Grissom nodded.
“Why I’m here… I…”
Sara cursed herself. She had planned this conversation ahead, so why was she searching for the right words now? Grissom did not look like he was going to help her out.
“I want Greg back at our shift.” She realized that this was a somewhat blunt way to ask for it. She waited for Grissom’s reaction. His face was unmoving for the most part though.
“Nothing’s been Greg’s fault. You know that. It was my idea to…lie, not his, as you know. And now that Charlie’s been arrested…” Sara wondered if there was even a point in her talking any longer.
“Ecklie was clear about this,” Grissom finally returned.
“Ecklie?” Sara asked loudly. “Since when do you care about Ecklie? If you’d always do what he says, I wouldn’t be sitting here, wouldn’t be working here anymore, you know that.” Sara knew that she could actually be happy that both she and Greg were still working at the lab. It would have been an easy task to get rid of the both of them. They had presented the perfect opportunity.
“You know that you can ask for Greg’s transfer back. You just don’t need to assign us both to the same case, so we don’t work together and-“
“Okay,” Grissom said simply. When he saw Sara’s surprised expression, he added, “I’m going to do that.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”
“You know that you’ll have to testify against Charlie though and if they’ll drag out Greg’s involvement and everything… if you two are working together it will look even worse,” Grissom told her and Sara sighed.
“I know.” She stood up. “I’ll just get back to Greg: He’s waiting in the break room,” she explained, turning to go.
“Sara,” Grissom called, and she turned her head back to him. “I’m glad you’re alright.”
She smiled briefly and marched off, walking quickly back to the break room. What she saw - and heard – in the distance made her walk even faster. Nick was there with Greg, yelling at him right now, although Sara was not able to make out his words. Greg was answering back but not loud enough for Sara to understand what he was saying.
She came closer and was now able to catch Nick’s words.
“… so you let your friend kidnap her and then you dare to make a move on her? You think now you’ve got what you wanted?”
Sara knew that Nick knew that it had not been like that but apparently this did not hinder Nick accusing Greg.
“It wasn’t like that. And it was Sara who came to me. I would’ve never-“ Greg returned, but stopped when he saw Sara entering the room. Both men turned to her.
“Sara, tell me it is not going on what I think is,” Nick asked her, the anger only slowly fading from his voice.
“Greg and I are together,” Sara stated firmly. Nick’s expression showed his disapproval. “We’ve both made mistakes… and I’m sorry about that… but I’m not going to make the mistake to let anything come between us, not matter what you think.” Her voice was steady when she said this and it was obviously not lost on Nick, for he nodded.
“I think it’s a mistake though,” he told her, but more calmly now.
“That’s your opinion, not mine,” Sara returned.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt again and again, Sara.” Nick moved to leave.
Sara nodded finally. “Thanks.” She looked at Greg who had watched the discussion clearly uncomfortably. His expression did show neither happiness about Sara standing up for him, nor sorrow about Nick’s disapproval, but mainly uncertainty, and still guilt.
She did not know if Nick was already out of sight, but she did not care. She strode over to Greg, taking him into a hug, resting her head on his shoulder. He felt warm and Sara smiled.
“It’s alright,” she ensured him.
“I wish things were like they used to be.”
Sara drew back a little and saw that Greg was looking into the direction where Nick had left. She knew that he was hurting over lost friendships.
“We wouldn’t be together,” Sara reminded him, but realized that even trying to wage if this was worth it, was a futile attempt. Anything was certainly worth it that they were together now, that they had what they had with each other, but it did not make other loses less painful
She let go of him and Greg sat down, looking at her earnestly.
“I want to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“If I had told you that Charlie was at my place, would you have left and called the police?”
Sara looked at him silently. She had wondered about this question herself.
“I want you to tell me when something’s wrong, not tell me to go away,” she answered avoiding replying in a direct manner. Greg lifted his eyebrows. Sara sighed. “I guess I would’ve been stubborn, would’ve refused to go anyway… maybe… maybe I would’ve left, but… I don’t know,” she admitted. “I can sort of understand that you wanted me to go, what you said… it was still stupid though. I won’t let you get away with that.” During the last part she smiled though.
Greg smiled, too. “I didn’t think you would.”
The End