Next Time We Meet
A forensic conference in Las Vegas brings back a familiar face...and an old crush.
FYI: My story "Dear Greg" is referenced here.
I got to thinking, what would happen if Riley Adams returned to Vegas...and that's what led to this story. Please read and review.
I do not own CSI.
Greg Sanders and Nick Stokes were sitting in the break room when D.B. Russell came in with their assignments. "Oh, and don't forget, you both are to attend at least one lecture at the Forensic Science Conference this week." Russell handed the two men schedules for the event before walking away.
Greg raised his eyebrows and Nick sighed. "Who scedules a forensic conferece in Las Vegas?" the Texan CSI asked.
"Look at it this way, you save money on air and hotel fare," Greg said with a smile. Nick couldn't help but chuckle at his friend.
Just then, Morgan Broday arrived in the break room. "All right, who's joining me for a lecture on advancements in fingerprint analysis?"
Nick and Greg just groaned. They loved their jobs and were always eager to learn about advancements in forensics, but they both had a caseload that seemed to grow bigger every minute and they felt they were better off working in the field.
Sticking her lip out, Morgan sighed. "Come on, guys. It's just for a couple of hours, this Thursday, from 2:00 to 4:00 in the afternoon. I'll even throw in lunch."
Greg smiled and shook his head as Morgan continued her mock-pout. "All right," he said. "Sign me up. I'll go."
"Thank you," Morgan said with a smile.
The day of the conference arrived and, true to her word, Morgan treated Greg to luch in the hotel's restaurant before their lecture was scheduled to begin. They talked about most everything from Morgan's now good relationship with her father to Greg's childhood in California to the actual conference. Greg wasn't surprised to learn that Morgan was always interested in science, ever since her dad had helped her with a first grade science project.
"Yeah," Morgan said with a smile. "We put together this model of a human body with plastic tubes. And I got an A, thank you very much!"
Greg laughed. "When I was in first grade I put together a little bomb." Morgan's eyes widened. "Little bombs, with bicarbonate of soda."
Morgan laughed. "Yeah, Dad said you used to be crazy in the DNA lab."
Greg blinked in surprise, "Really?"
"Mm-hmm," Morgan replied, taking a sip of her water. "Something about how you would blast music and dance around the lab."
Greg blushed. "I didn't always dance around the lab." He and Morgan shared a smile.
"Dad also said you had the craziest hair!"
Greg laughed. "You should have seen me then! I tried a lot of styles."
Smiling, Morgan said, "I like your hair now."
Greg blushed again with a smile that lit up his face.
The two continued smiling and laughing and talking until Greg's cell phone rang.
As Greg put the phone to his ear, Morgan excused herself to go to the restroom.
"Sanders," Greg said as he answered the phone and watched Morgan walk away. He smiled as she disappeared into the restroom. He knew he thought she was beautiful, and now he wondered if she had the same feelings for him that he was feeling for her.
Greg listened as Nick told him that the trace they'd found at their latest crime scene confirmed the suspect that they had in custody had, in fact, comitted murder during a robbery gone bad.
As he listened, Greg turned around and glanced out the window when he saw someone he didn't think he'd see again. Coming down the steps in the hotel and greeting a colleague at the conference, was Riley Adams.
TBC...