Don't Think Too Hard
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Category: CSI - Ship Ahoy!
Characters: Greg Sanders
, Sara Sidle
Genres: Character Study
, Episode Related
, VignetteWarnings: None
Greg thinks about working with Sara. (Spoilers for 4x4)
Greg found his gaze wandering back up to the poster on the wall once again as they processed the scene. If I keep looking at that guy, she's going to think I'm more interested in this guy than her or something, he thought to himself. He couldn't help himself though. I wonder if she likes guys like him? he thought as he posed in the mirror and flexed his arm, testing the size of his own muscles, comparing them to the posters on the wall.
Embarrassing even himself, he went back to work, and his thoughts.
After a few hours, David came to claim the body and Greg and Sara were left alone in the house, a police officer remained outside.
"Hey, Greggo, I'm going to check the other rooms, you want to finish printing the weight equipment and then move on to another room too?"
He looked up into her brown eyes and swallowed hard. "Sure." He nodded vigorously and did his best to pretend he wasn't just thinking about the fact that they were alone in the house. When she disappeared down the hallway, Greg went back to wondering how much longer he could take being Sara's partner and not say anything about his feelings for her.
This is stupid, Sanders. You don't have a chance. You never did. If you ever did, you missed that boat a long time ago, so you may as well forget about it now. He let out a heavy sigh and pressed the tape to a set of prints on one of the weight bars.
He continued to wrestle with his thoughts, and very little was said between the two of them as they methodically worked their way through the house. Yet Greg found his mind working its way back to the same thought: Then again, would I be here in the field if I had given up?
He looked up from bagging a piece of trace evidence in the living room to see Sara smirking at him from the doorway with that light in her eyes that made his pulse race. He felt his cheeks burn and he gave her a crooked smile.
"Penny for your thoughts, Greg?" she asked, still smirking slightly.
He never got the chance to respond.
"SANDERS! SIDLE! This is the Las Vegas Health Department!"
After that it was a flurry of men and women in white hazmat suits. White tents. White biting fear.
They were stripped of their clothing, their dignity. Water everywhere. And Sara so close to him. He was scared, so scared he could taste the fear like copper on his tongue. But it was fear for her. And never a thought for himself.