So, this is AU. It takes place around season one. Riley's in college still, because I take her to be about thirty now and Greg to be about thirty four (considering Eric's age) I know it's a little sketchy, but I just came up with the idea, so give me time to improve. Oh, and if you're wondering about my other stories? Well, read the latest author's notes attached to them. So, yeah... I don't own CSI or its characters.

"Mom, please. I don't have any problems finding my own dates." Greg groaned audibly over the phone as he ran a hand over his face as he tried to convince his mother to stop playing matchmaker.

"Greg, humor me. You've been working in Vegas for almost two years. My friend Tracy's daughter is attending the University. She says you two will have a lot in common; she's majoring in criminology and forensics." Angela Sanders tried to make her case.

Greg let out a dry chuckle. "Mom, I'm twenty four. What would I be doing with a college kid? And since when have you had a friend named Tracy?" he said, rolling his eyes, almost regretting taking his mother's call when she'd seen her number on his caller ID.

Angela laughed slightly. "She and her husband moved into the neighborhood last year from St. Louis and we got to talking and when she saw pictures of you she suggested you meeting her daughter, Riley. Her daughter's twenty so it's not that big of a deal. Your father is older than me and we turned out fine."

Greg's eyes widened, 'Now she's talking about marriage.' his mind was yelling red flags at him. "Even if I did want to meet this girl, what time would I have? The lab is taking up most of my time." he tried to shimmy his way out of what he knew was coming next.

"Tracy called Riley and she had the same reaction. We got together and set you a reservation at Rosemary's for tonight at six and don't say you can't go because you already told me last week that you had this weekend off." Angela revealed.

Greg smacked his hand to his forehead, reminding himself never to talk about his schedule to his mother again. "You two made a reservation from California? Was that necessary?" he wondered.

"Yes and yes. Of course the manager was a bit confused but when we explained it was for our kids, they laughed and understood." Angela couldn't help but laugh. "Please Greg, give it a chance. She's very pretty and from what Tracy told me about her, very nice."

"Fine, fine. What does she look like? You know, so I'm not walking around a restaurant looking for a girl that I've never met." Greg looked at his watch and saw that it was almost four.

Angela let out what Greg could only explain as a squeal and he'd never heard his mother squeal before in his life. "Long, blond hair and blue eyes. She told Tracy she's going to be wearing a black spaghetti strap dress."

Sighing, Greg spoke, "Alright, I'm going to go get ready for this oh so needed blind date you've set me up on. I love you, bye." he clicked the off button on his phone before his mother could even say her own goodbye.

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Riley Adams groaned as she stood sideways in the full length mirror in her dorm room. "Alice, why do I just feel like this is a bad idea?" she asked her roommate as she smoothed out the black material of her dress,

Alice smiled, heating the curling iron at her vanity as she lured Riley over with a finger. "Because you're a pessimist." she rolled her eyes as Riley came and sat down in the chair that she had pushed out. Alice grabbed the comb and parted Riley's long blond hair.

"My Mom doesn't seem to understand that I don't want to date. I don't have time to date." Riley said, crossing her legs, once again, brushing off the dress as it curved over her knees.

Alice wrapped a small strand of Riley's hair around the iron and waited for the right time to unravel it, watching it curl over Riley's face. "I know but come on, from what you told me your mom said, he sounds pretty cute. Come on, the kid was a genius in school, yet listens to Manson. That gives off that shy boy with the crazy side vibe. If I'm not mistaken, isn't that your type?" Alice raised an eyebrow in the mirror as she finished curling the other side of Riley's locks.

Rolling her eyes, Riley gave out a sigh. She picked up the mascara tube and looked in the mirror, painting her lashes. "Yes, but...I don't know. What if he's like a secret murderer living under an assumed name?"

Alice slapped Riley's shoulder while laughing. "Ri, he works for the police and I highly doubt your mom would set you up with a killer." she said, finishing the hair and unplugging the iron, setting it aside, assisting Riley in her makeup.

Shrugging, Riley closed her eyes as Alice applied her eyeshadow. "Who knows? This date could be a total disaster and then my mom could bitch and moan to me how she'll never get grandchildren." Riley shook her head as she opened her eyes, blinking quickly.

"Or it could be something amazing." Alice said, trying to cheer up her best friend. Ever since the two had met their freshmen year and roomed together, they'd been inseparable. "Riley, you need to realize that every guy you meet isn't a bad one." Alice rubbed Riley's shoulder, catching a glimpse of her watch as she did so and her eyes widened. "Holy crap, it's almost five thirty." she said, shooing Riley out of the chair.

Riley stumbled, pulling on her short black heeled sandals and spun around one last time. "How do I look?" Riley asked, a sudden perk of adrenaline coursing through her body. Alice gave a thumbs up and smile as she handed Riley her small black purse.

"Awesome, now go. Oh, here's twenty bucks for your cab. It's the least I could do after you saved me from the professor last week." Alice dug a twenty dollar bill out of her jeans pocket and handed it over to the blond.

Riley smiled and took the money and with a quick thank you and goodbye, she was out of the dorm room and outside.

I hope to update soon. Like I said, I'm hoping it will get better (:
XxJessicaXx