Sugar Therapy

Sugar Therapy

TITLE: Sugar Therapy
AUTHOR: jenbachand
PAIRING: Greg & Sara Friendship & Grissom/Sara
RATING: General
SUMMARY: Greg is there for Sara when she needs him.
DISCLAIMER: I made no money from the writing of this fic.
NOTES: So, this was totally inspired from the locker room scene from 8x05. Thanks to mingsmommy for the beta. Thanks to ejchristian86 for the prompt of peanut butter.

Once upon a time, Greg and Sara had hung out more often. It was during that time when he was just becoming a CSI and she had been mentoring him. They would grab breakfast a few times a week after shift. Occasionally they would grab dinner before heading in to work. But the best part of it all was seeing Sara smile.

Because even if she did love someone else, spending time with her, seeing her happy, helped nurse his crush, even if he knew he needed to move on.

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When Sara had returned to work after her suspension, Greg was amazed at how refreshed she seemed to be. Sara fairly floated around the lab. Gleefully teaching him the intricacies of the job, encouraging him to think on his own about theories and smiling more than she had in the last four years combined.

That was until they heard that Grissom had asked Sofia to dinner. Sara's mood spiraled downward all evening and at the end of the shift Greg had offered to take her for waffles, his treat.

"How about a movie?" Sara had asked after they finished breakfast. And while it's true that you can get almost anything in Las Vegas at any time, catching a movie at nine in the morning was a stretch. It might come down to porn or a black and white.

Instead, Sara had led him to the IMAX theatre at the Luxor where they had bought tickets for a film about dolphins. It started off fine, but twenty minutes into it Greg decided he had to see Sara's face in the dim light. He wanted to capture that moment in a mental snapshot to keep in his memories for the lonely days in the future.

He was not prepared to see Sara with tears streaming down her cheeks and silent sobs wracking her body. Greg lifted up the armrest between them and slipped his arm around her shoulder, encouraging Sara to lean on him. The fact that she did lean over and start quietly crying into his shirt told him how upset she really was. After giving her a few minutes to compose herself, he took her hand and made his way out to the parking lot.

"Just to talk for a minute. And I may have something to cheer you up," Greg said as Sara gave him a curious look when he opened his passenger door. He opened his door, but rummaged in the backseat until he unearthed the package his mother had sent him. Inside was one thing that could always bring a smile to his face. He had picked up the package on his way to work, but it was forgotten once he reached the lab. Luckily it was cold and overcast or his mother would have flown there and skinned him for melting her treat.

"My mom called last week," Greg started as he slipped into the driver's seat, "and when I mentioned being upset about something, she mailed me this." He opened the box and pulled out the plastic container inside. His mom's famous chocolate and peanut butter fudge. She had won more baking contests for this treat than he cared to count. The taste, sweet and rich on his tongue, always brought memories of home flooding through his mind.

He offered Sara the container and she took a piece. She looked at the one inch square of layered chocolate and peanut butter with a curious expression.

"The trick is to let it melt in your mouth so the flavors mix together," Greg said as he popped a piece of the candy in his mouth. They sat there in silence with the confections melting in their mouths, each lost in a rush of thoughts as the sugar flooded their bloodstreams.

"Look Sara, Grissom is a clueless ass when it comes to you, but there seemed to be something that turned around recently. And maybe him asking Sofia out to dinner isn't what we think. She told me last week she really doesn't like the politics of the lab or being on the night shift." Greg looked over at Sara after he finished speaking. Her eyes were closed, but her lip was quivering a bit. "And I know you love him, and I do think he loves you, he's just let things go so long he doesn't know how to fix things, but as happy as you had been until last night, I think he was trying."

Sara nodded and held out her hand for another piece of candy. Rather than continue on a road that might lead to more tears, Greg instead launched into tales of his mom's cooking and his Grandpa Olaf, and odd Norwegian things he had grown up with. She laughed when he started talking about his first crush, Mary Jo Halvorson, the brunette beauty of his third grade class. She had broken his heart when she told him that boys had cooties, and he had vowed to become a scientist to cure the cootie problem that prevented their love. (continued)