Sammie 8/?

Rating: Possible R

Disclaimer: I only own what's not on CSI.

Summary: After a one night stand, Greg is left with the consequences.

Smiling at his daughter's serene sleeping face, Greg closed the door and stepped into the living room.

Sara sat in the corner, on his recliner, back stiff and form rigid. "So what did you want me to talk about?"

Nervously biting her nail, she closed her eyes. "I wanted to talk to you about… just before graduation…"

"You mean what got us here?" Greg sneered, cutting her off, his arms crossing in front of him.

"Well… yes." Reluctantly opening her eyes, she was surprised to find a look of genuine confusion on his face.

"Well?"

"That… that night wasn't exactly how I told you."

Swallowing thickly, Greg growled. "What exactly do you mean?"

"That night… we didn't have sex just the once…"

"Okay…"

Letting out a sigh, she finished. "Three… three times."

"Three times?" Shaking his head, he raised his brow as the wheels started turning. "Wait… how did you know that? You were just as drunk."

"But I wasn't. The only drink I had that night was the shot at the start of the night."

"Whoa whoa whoa…" He swallowed heavily, dropping onto his coffee table. "…we had sex three times that night and you were sober for all of it?"

"Yes… but there's more."

Licking his dry lips, Greg stuttered. "More? What more could there be?"

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Sara stood up, moving across the room. The fear of the inevitable sending a bolt of lightning down her spine. "You told me you loved me, multiple times."

"Oh god." The DNA tech whispered, dropping his head to his knees.

"And uhh… I said it back."

Bolting up at her words, the look of shock etched into his features. "What?"

The urge to bolt rose faster than the bile that was in her throat. "Well I see you need time to process, so I'll see you later." Moving to the door, she quickly exited the house.

"What?" He felt as if he had been hit by a ton of bricks. Blindly reaching for his phone, he pressed the number 2, before pressing it into his ear. "Dude, I need you here… NOW!"

20 minutes later

"Hey dude, what's up?" Nick asked as he walked into the house, a slight snicker at his lips seeing the drawn look on his friends face.

"I think I just had an aneurism."

"What?" Looking the man over, he tried to gauge how true his last statement was. "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No." Shaking his head, Greg licked his dry lips. "I just talked to Sara."

"Oh?..." Realization dawned on the older man as to why his friend reacted the way he did. "That drunken one night stand… I was the only one who was drunk."

"What do you mean?" Shaking his head, the Texan stuttered, not fully understanding.

"I was drunk, Sara wasn't."

"Whoa…" The look of pure shock on the CSI's face nearly made the younger man chuckle.

"Umm… not only that… but I told her I loved her…"

"What?"

"And she said it back."

"What?..." Shaking his head, Nick stuttered. "Well what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know."

Biting his lip, the Texan offered up. "Well what if I watch Sammie so you can talk to Sara?"

"I…" Looking down, Greg shook his head, unsure of if he should go.

"Do it Greg… go get her."

R&R….