Listen to this 80s ballad. The Flame- Cheap Trick
Greg Sanders, known for his spectacular knowledge of Las Vegas history and rushing DNA results, he seemed off today. His normal cosmic jokes and smile brightened his coworkers' day, faded and replaced with sadness.
Greg watches as her beautiful figure appears across the hall. She talks and researches results for a case she's working on. He fades to the night before and replays it.
They laid in bed after a long day from work. She rolls over and immediately gets up. Searching for her clothes, he watches her and swallows the lump in his throat. "Why don't you stay?" She stops, her long black hair covering her bare chest and coughs. "I thought we agreed that staying means catching feelings?"
Greg sits up and runs his hands through his hair. "Yeah, but that was before I caught feelings, Margaret." She stopped and quickly put her bra on then her shirt. "Greg, I, uh, think we should stop this. I mean, we've had fun, right?" He was dumbfounded and nodded. He knows what she was doing. She was pretending, and the best way for her to find her real answer was to run away. He let her.
Hearing his apartment door shut and sitting in his bed, naked and alone, did he realize how quiet it was. He felt cold. He went over everything in his head that led to that moment. His cell rang, and he quickly answered. "Sanders." He knows the voice, and he knows that they're speaking, but he's not there. "Greg? Did you hear me, man? We have a case." Greg got up and got dressed. "Yeah, I'll be there."
Greg shakes himself out of it and finishes his work. He made a decision since that night. Every time he's doing a case or out with his coworkers, women ask for his number. He made a vow that he wouldn't give up. One day, she'll return to him.
Closing the DNA lab, he went to the locker room and grabbed his stuff. Driving home, he listened to music to distract himself. He pulled into the parking lot and walked to his building. The steps to his apartment were long, but once he reached the top, he turned down the hallway to his room. The sight in front of him stopped him.
Margaret patiently waited for him and didn't know he was there. He walked closer to his door and coughed. "Hey." She gasped and stared blankly at him. Greg puts his keys in the lock and opens his door. "Greg..." He leaned against the outside wall of his apartment. He tilted his head to his open door. She quickly went inside. He entered and closed his door. After locking it, he turned to see her biting her nails.
Greg waited for her, and she spoke. "I left because I'm in love with you." Greg calmly listened and let her continue. "I didn't know you caught feelings, and I couldn't look at you if you rejected me." She sighed, and he saw a tear fall down her cheek. "I'm sorry that I left you alone. I should've stayed. I didn't mean to make you think -"
He dropped his stuff and walked to her. Grabbing her face into his hands and kissing her. He runs his thumbs under her eyes, wiping her tears away. Parting from the kiss, he places his forehead on hers and answers. "I love you, too."
