A/N: This is a little short story that came to me while I was trying to finish my other story. Probably Three chapters long. Enjoy!
"Hey Greg." He didn't hear her because he had his Metallica turned up again. She turned the music down and he turned around to face her.
"Ah. Catherine the love of my life, to what do I owe this pleasure of your presence." He did a mock bow.
"I thought the Sara was the love of your life."
"With Grissom in the way I never really had a chance. You and I on the other hand." He put his arm around her shoulders. "Are a match made in heaven."
"As much as I would love to sit here and have wild sex all day, I need to find Warrick. Have you seen him?" Feeling defeated Greg turned back to his work.
"He's going over some evidence in the layout room."
"Thanks Greg." She was about to leave when he stopped her.
"Can you tell me one thing?"
"Sure."
"What's he got that I don't got?" She leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"A size thirteen shoe." She was already down the hallway when Greg yelled "I have a size ten shoe." Catherine didn't hear him but his fellow lab rats and Grissom did.
"That's very nice Greg, now get back to work." He went back into the lab mumbling something about 'wild sex' under his breath.
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