A quiet night shift in Crime Scene Investigation had half on the team sent home, with only a few active CSIs left to wander the dim and somber halls.
Morgan Brody made her way through the heart of the lab, and strolled past DNA, turning the corner, and picked up on music on full blast from the trace lab.
"Miracles would have to save
Those that the beast is looking for
Listen in awe and you'll hear him.."
She stopped and popped her head through the door,
"Bark at the moon-"
Hodges stopped the music when he spotted her.
"Hey!" He stopped awkwardly. "Uh, didja need something?"
Morgan, taking that as an invitation, walked into the lab and over to where the lab tech was standing, fiddling with his radio dials.
"Yep, did you get the trace from the Bradley's curtains?"
Hodges looked up and to the left, blue eyes glinting under the artificial flourescent lights.
"Yyyyes," He drew the word out, searching his brain for the information. "Yeah, Finn's curtains, right?"
Morgan nodded.
"Yeah, let's see," He shuffled through some files on his desk and located the right one, opening it, eyeballing it, and then handing it to Morgan. "I found traces of heobromine, caffeine, and Phenylethylamine. Interesting fact about that particular combination of chemicals; they increase blood pressure, heart rate, and stimulate the nervous system. Adding to that, a sharp increase of oxytocin copies the body's natural recipe for romance, which is commonly marketed aaaass-"
Morgan raised her eyebrows and held up a finger.
"Are you talking about chocolate?"
Hodges smiled triumphantly and put his gloved hands up.
"You got it." He turned his music back on to a quiet roar. Ozzy was over, now it was ACDC.
"Huh. You know, the boyfriend works at a candy store, the chocolate could be transfer from him."
Hodges nodded slowly, carefully walking past Morgan to fiddle with the GC-MS machine.
"Seems plausible." He stopped and turned around. "Hey Morgan?"
"Hm. Uh, yeah?" She looked up, curls spilling over her shoulders with the movement. Hodges swallowed nervously.
"Well, our shift is almost over, so I was thinking... You want to go get coffee at the diner before heading back? I know you're pretty new to Vegas, so I thought checking out the diner might be... cool. It's right up the street, it wouldn't be too much of a, ah, detour." He chewed the inside of his cheek and refocused past Morgan, then back to her and shrugged. "If you wanted to."
"Coffee? At five am?" Morgan shifted her balance to the opposite foot and placed the folder under her arm.
"Well," Hodges scratched the back of his neck. "I have to do about two hours of reports at home before I can knock off anyway, so I always get one anyway..." He trailed off and smiled hopefully.
Morgan smirked, and then shrugged.
"Sure, sounds fun. I just have to get this report back to Finn. Walk with me?"