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A/N: Well, here's the fourth and final chapter. It was a short story; I hope nobody expected here something like an actual plot, lol.

Huge thanks go to singingstarryknights for betareading and everybody for reading and replying.

Part 4 of 4

6:37 AM, still crime lab, Las Vegas

Greg and Sara have spent the previous hours going over dozens of pieces of evidence, paying attention to the very last detail. Greg has behaved himself so far, but now that they are finished with their task, his resolve breaks.

"Saraaa?" he starts.

"No, Greg," she replies. "I don't understand you. At first you overplay and now you can't compose yourself?" She shakes her head, chuckling.

Greg wants to look taken aback, but sees her winking at him.

"Let's go over the pictures from the scene next," Sara suggests and Greg strides over to her and stops behind her, looking over her shoulder.

"Don't you dare," Sara warns him and Greg backs away again, smiling at her.

This is the moment when Nick enters the room and Sara is relieved that Greg got away from her quickly enough or their plan would have failed right away.

Nick raises his eyebrows, but acts then as if he has not heard anything. Instead he greets both of them only shortly, joining them then in their task of going over dozens of crime scene photos.

While working, Greg and Sara are barely talking to each other, not more than the absolute necessity concerning their case. Sara is aware of the fact that this will not appear natural, but she does not know another way and decides that she has to force Greg to attend some acting classes, if this is supposed to work.

9:22 AM, crime lab, Las Vegas

Sara and Greg are busy changing and packing up their things when Nick and Warrick enter the locker room.

The couple makes haste, in hopes to get home – or at least out of the lab, out of the sight of their colleagues - as quickly as possible.

Greg has made some further remarks how he 'can't endure being without her anymore', using a tragic voice, and even Sara has started to doubt the wisdom of their decision to keep their relationship secret.

Nick clears his throat. "Hey, you two, want to join us for breakfast in the diner just down the street?"

Greg and Sara are glancing briefly at each other. Greg lets out a sigh and Sara can read his mind. 'Oh no. Not even longer.'

But still they both agree to come. Nick and Warrick leave, though looking unsure, if it is wise to leave two possibly short from hitting each other people behind.

Greg turns to Sara. "Now we have to wait even longer."

She grins. "I can't believe I have such a horny boyfriend."

"As if you're any better," he remarks.

9:51 AM, diner just down the street from the crime lab, Las Vegas

Greg and Sara seat themselves as far away as it is possible on a table for four. Nick and Warrick eye them suspiciously, but is has to be done. And that seems to be the only way it can be conquered. Breakfast is ordered, and Nick throws an unmistakable glance at Warrick.

Warrick breaths out deeply, leans back and starts, "So, guys, we want to know, here and now, what is up between you two. No quibbling."

Sara glances at Greg. "Nothing," she says quickly. There they go. It was definitely not natural. Now they have the mess.

Nick shakes his head. "Oh yeah, we see that there is 'nothing'."

Greg sighs. "We suck."

Sara groans inwardly. So, he has decided to give it away. Well, it would not have worked anyway.

Still she disagrees with Greg. "No, only you do."

"Hey, this is not alone my fault-," Greg complains.

Warrick and Nick both lift their hands simultaneously as if to calm their both friends. "No blowouts here," Warrick declares and Greg looks at Sara, grimacing.

"You start," she decides. She was not going to be the one to ruin her, uh, their plan. So she would have at least something to tease him with. Later. When they are – finally – alone.

Greg leans back in his chair, taking a sip from his coffee that has been brought by an unimpressed waitress in the meantime.

"I guess," Greg begins, "if we had made out in Ecklie's office, we would have caused less uproar than we have now…"

And he's definitely exaggerating!

"… but Sara didn't like the idea."

After Greg has summarized in for his standard comparatively little rambling what has happened, Nick grimaces unbelieving, "So, you and Sara…?"

"Yeah," Greg shrugs nonchalantly at first, before breaking into a wide grin. Warrick laughs, and Sara sits cross-armed, looking away to hide a grin.

"You were overdoing it a little too much to keep it secret," Warrick points out, and Sara shakes her head. "No, only Greg was. But what was I supposed to do? I tried to tell him to behave more normal, but he's a hopeless case there."

"What are you going to do now?" Nick wants to know, glancing once again from Greg to Sara.

"Definitely keep the 'not at work' rule, but apart from that, don't hide it, it doesn't work anyway," Sara explains. "And it's not like they, you know who I mean, can really say something against it, as long as it doesn't affect our work," she adds shrugging, and both Warrick and Nick wonder, if some of Greg's nonchalance has already rubbed off on Sara.

Some minutes later they both leave, not without throwing some jokes at the couple.

Once they are out of sight though, Greg is quickly at Sara's side and once he has kissed her in a way he wanted to do all night, he asks, "So, we'll just let the rest of the team figure it out over time?"

Sara nods.

Greg puts up a thoughtful expression. "But it's really not difficult to get into Ecklie's office-"

"Greg!" Sara warns him.

"… what about Grissom's?"

"Greg!"

"… or maybe Cath-"

Sara grabs him around his neck, he wonders for a split second if she'll choke him, before she pulls him close and kisses him deeply, so that he finally shuts up.

End