Title: Storm Drain Love Affair
Author: Lady Lizi
Summary: A story I worked on before on one of my old screen names (freaking haggard). I revamped it and (hopefully) made it better. Greg/OFC. "Who do we know that can find a somewhat used soda bottle?" Love blossoms in the most unlikely places. All for my Country spoiler.
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Spoilers: All for my Country
Feedback: Encouraged
Disclaimer: I own me, no own you. No own CSI, so you no sue.

An eyebrow raised, she watched him from a distance, as he lie in front of the storm drain, reaching in for something. She recognized him right away. He was from the night shift...Greg Sanders, the lab-tech-gone-CSI. She'd talked to him a couple times. He seemed like a nice guy. A nice guy who was lying in front of a storm drain, reaching in to get God only knows what. At first, she was curious as to whether or not to approach him, but when he reached up to brace himself on the sidewalk, she saw the latex gloves on his hands, and knew he wasn't only looking in the storm drain for kicks. She choked back laughter, as she approached the storm drain and put her hand on her hip, leaning over Greg. "So, finding anything interesting down there?" she asked, a wry grin crossing her face, as Greg lifted his head.

He heard the voice, and recognized it from somewhere, so he raised his head. Once he saw her, he knew her. He knew that voice, anyway. That was Aiden Hensley, one of the crims from the day shift. "Yeah, actually, I have. Excuse me for a second..." he reached as far as he could, down into the storm drain, and pulled out a wet, muddy police uniform. "Hey, Aiden. What's going on?"

She looked at him and laughed a little. "I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing, fishing through storm drains, Greg? I thought you were above that..." she winked and shrugged her shoulders.

With a laugh, Greg shrugged back. "You know how it is. The lowly trainees get stuck with the dirty, nasty jobs. I'm sure Ecklie still puts you on them..." he joked about the day shift boss. "So, what's a top notch day shift CSI three doing out here?" he asked with a grin.

Aiden laughed and reached over, unsuccessfully trying to wipe some dirt from Greg's face. "I was just walking around, and I saw you in the storm drain. Damn, that ain't coming off..." she put her hand back to her hip and showed Greg a slight smile. "And, yeah, Conrad hates me. I remember when I was in training. It was the worst. I may as well have been coffee girl..." she laughed. "It would have been better than what I was stuck doing..." she looked over the shirt that Greg was holding, then turned her glance back up to his face. As her eyes wandered up his arm, though, they fell upon a blob of green glop. "Um, Greg...you have green storm-drain-glop on your arm..."

He looked down at his arm and curled his upper lip, then wiped the glop away. "Ew. So, Ecklie treats you like crap?" she had managed to strike Greg's curious side, not that it took much. "Why haven't you transferred to night shift, then? Grissom may not be the king of all nice people, but he's sure as hell better than Ecklie..."

Aiden raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I hadn't given it much thought. But, I don't know. I mean, it'd be kind of petty of me to transfer just because Ecklie bites donkey ass..." she joked; then sighed. "You know?"

He shrugged and flashed her a smile. "I don't think it's petty. I mean, if Griss was like that, I'd sure as hell tran--on second thought, no I wouldn't..." he flashed a horrified glance. "If Grissom was like that, I'd be working in a different time zone."

She laughed and shuddered. "One Ecklie is bad enough. Two would be horrid..." she watched as Greg turned around and looked down the road. "So, anyway...what's this all about?" she pointed at the police uniform in Greg's hand and shrugged a little. "Did a cop get killed?"

Greg shook his head and looked at the uniform, before putting it in a large plastic bag. "Nope. But, now, whoever he is, he's a suspect in a double murder..." he sat on the curb and invited her to sit beside him. "Maybe it's a good cop gone bad type of deal..." he shrugged.

Aiden took the invitation and sat down beside him, ignoring the storm drain stench radiating off of him. "The hunter becomes the hunted, eh?" she asked with a shrug. "Oh...is this that couple that went around killing other couples and then got killed? What're their names...um..."
He put an end to her confusion and answered her question. "Cameron and Mandy Klienfeld..." he nodded. "

She shook her head and laughed a little. "Their MO? All I can say about them is 'total weirdo's...'" she stuck her tongue out and shuddered a bit. "Some people get their jollies in some weird ways, man..."

He laughed too, but then stood up. "Hey, Aiden...you should seriously think about transferring. You'd get along great with the graveyard guys..." he nodded. Of course, his motives were also to possibly see more of her, but he wasn't about to tell her that. "Will you think about it?"
She sighed and nodded. "Yes, I'll think about it. It's kind of an enticing thought..." she stood up. "But you'd better get that back to Grissom before we're mopping up your scene, eh? See you soon, Greg..."

Greg waved goodbye and stole away, leaving Aiden with the thought of transferring. It really was a good idea. No more Ecklie, coworkers like Catherine Willows, Nick Stokes and Greg...there were four pros right off the bat. It was definitely worth pondering...