Author Note: Hey everyone! This is Ratgirl! Well both PiratekitAG and I started chatting on DA and we came up with this crazy idea to start a random oneshot collection. This will be the most bizarre and unheard of crossovers (Kagome focused) that you have ever read! This will be our goal, to actually make these weird oneshots work.

Well as Piratekit has mentioned it before, we are gonna pop some crossover cherries.

I will start this collection off, and we will probably just switch every chapter. Hope ya'll enjoy.

Lindsey

CSI (Before all the new shit that happened)/ Inuyasha

Greg/ Kagome

Summary: She was the new lab rat, and immediately he was drawn to her. It wasn't because she was so beautiful, or even her stunning voice as she sang away to his music. He couldn't even say that it was because of her intelligence; Kagome Higurashi was just a catalyst that started a reaction of emotions within him and he didn't know why.

Disclaimer: I own neither Inuyasha nor CSI; both belong to their respectable owners

"Hey missy" the Southerner spoke leaning on the counter waiting for his prints that she texted him about. "So what do ya have?" he asked stretching his neck out slightly to look at the piece of paper that she had gripped in her hands.

Kagome smiled and playfully narrowed her eyes at the man. He was always such a large flirt, "Maybe I don't want to tell you cowboy". She sat on her stool, her fingers delicately holding the results of some prints that Nick wanted her to analyze. Seemed like there was a bit of residue that was mixed with the print that they had picked up at one of his 419's.

Currently she was on a graveyard shift, something she didn't want to work. It was the only job that was open, eventually she would want to move to swing, or day shift but she would have to wait for that. "They were oh so interesting too," she purred taking her glasses off that she used sometimes, elegantly she placed them on her head so she could see him better.

Recollection seemed to spring to his eyes "What do you want then Miss. Kagome?" he asked her knowing that she was looking for something really good. "Possibly breakfast? With me maybe?" his words were smooth but there was a hint of curiosity if she would accept.

"You pay?" she asked glancing over the sheet of paper she still held, of course she would accept breakfast. She was only a growing girl; she needed her food! For a second she looked down to her flat tummy, thankfully she had decided to stop by the gym later, it had been a while since she had been there.

His chuckle made her look back up to him "Yeah yeah missy, I'll pay" he stated before reaching out to try to grab the piece of paper. Immediately she pulled it away from him, wanting to read it to him instead.

She looked down and started her explanation "It's not much but I checked it out and found traces of Styrene Butadiene" she spoke the chemical flawlessly. "Specifically it's a synthetic rubber, usually found in gloves" Kagome continued to say waiting for Nick to respond to the new information.

"Alright…" he trailed off wondering if that was all she had for him. "I am paying for breakfast and you give me that?" he questioned tilting his head to look at her from another angle, almost to see if she was toying with him.

Kagome rolled her eyes "Well like some synthetic rubbers, certain chemicals can be found in certain things. Specifically this chemical is in a glove called Elastyren". She moved her glasses from her head and placed them back on her face so she could continue to read "Hermal is the manufacturer" she stated. "Couldn't find any other gloves that had the chemical makeup so that's the one and only. One of your witnesses was a doctor right?" she asked Nick hoping he would know where she was going with the question.

"He was allergic to latex," he stated thinking back to people he had interviewed knowing that the doctor had something to do with the crime now.

Kagome passed him the paper to check over "Just me, but maybe check to see if he gets a specific brand of gloves" she teased him while he read over her findings.

"Yeah yeah you're so smart" Nick rolled his eyes while directing a small smirk her way. "I'll pick you up after shift alright?" he continued knowing that he would still have to wait to bring in his suspect for more questioning.

Kagome nodded before taking off her glasses once more "Let me know if something else comes up, but yeah I'll see you then" with crime scene investigators one could never be certain on previous plans made.

"Right missy" he bid her a quick farewell, and she saw him round the corner of the glass area where the lab rats were kept. He looked serious as he continued to walk before she could no longer see him.

She frowned to herself as she looked at her table. Things needed to be done and she hated it so much. After returning from the past she wanted to go into something similar to what she dealt with when traveling around Japan. Fight the bad guys and come out on top.

Seemed like her mother had an entirely different idea for what she wanted her daughter to be in. Instead of becoming something like a police officer or a detective, at least something that dealt with fieldwork, her mother requested a job with less danger.

Kagome picked up a bag full of evidence from one of Catherine's cases, just a simple smash n' grab that turned out worse. After losing a bet with Warrick and Nick she had to take any bad case that went their way. Catherine's case turned out better when a body was discovered while she was at the scene. Nick and Warrick missed out.

She opened the bag carefully and started to work on some of the evidence that she had collected.

As she worked she also thought. Her mother that had worried about her night and day for almost three years of her young life asked her to take a job that wouldn't be dangerous. For some reason she could not say 'no' to her mother, but still wanting to work in solving crimes and catching bad guys she signed up to be a CSI, specifically lab work. She studied hard, went to a good school, and improved on her language skills. Now she was able to speak both English, and Spanish, and of course her native language.

To say her mother was thrilled that she earned a spot at one of the top ranked crime labs in America. Even more thrilled that she was in no way in any danger.

She was so focused on her thoughts and the evidence she didn't notice the other lab tech walk up behind her. "Hey!" he shouted right next to her ear.

Kagome dropped the piece of evidence and as she went to stand her hand landed on the hotplate she had on for analyzing evidence later. Immediately when her limb touched the hot surface she tore her hand away from it. Quickly she cursed in Japanese tearing the rubber glove off her hand so she could run the burn under cold-water immediately.

Greg noticing what had happened moved so she could reach the faucet quicker, while he took care of what she was working on. Making sure the evidence was bagged and the hotplate was turned off. "I'm sorry!" he said, nervous that he could have caused her serious harm.

The water was running and she stuck her red hand under the liquid. The cool sensation eased her pain and she gave a sigh in response.

When she didn't answer he walked over to where she was "Are you alright?" he asked, again concern showing.

Kagome nodded and turned her hand under the water, making sure it hit the places that she was burned. Her fingers got the most of the torment. It only takes a moment for one to get burned, and even though she was quick with taking her hand off it still burned her slightly. So much for staying out of danger.

"Yeah I'm alright" she replied all while she kept her hand under the water, knowing once she removed it that the sting would come back. She wouldn't be able to pick up anything for the rest of the night probably.

Greg looked embarrassed and guilty "I'm sorry I didn't think you'd flip that much" he comment was joking but still shy. "Don't tell Gris" he pleaded with her.

Kagome could have frowned and rolled her eyes at the comment. He was sincere about not thinking the harmless joke would cause so much pain. "I probably have first degree burns, possibly second, and here you are worried about what Dr. Grissom thinks?" she asked him, a hint of light humor in her voice.

She really cared for Greg; it was a good friendship at first. They had fun at work, able to play pranks on each other and the rest who worked at the lab. Somewhere between that and now she grew a bit of a crush on the childish man. She was in a similar situation as him possibly. She grew up too fast, even though their antics were childish to everyone else, they needed that sort of tie to a childhood that they never had.

He liked to have fun, and so did she. It was a nice taste from the seriousness of possibly dying each day in a battle. Even the angry half-demon being insulting on a regular basis was enough to put a frown on her face or even make her cry at times. She was done with serious, she wanted to be goofy and Greg liked to do just that.

"Any better?" he asked standing next to her checking her hand to make sure she didn't have a serious burn.

She allowed him to check out her hand, it wasn't as bad as she had thought at first. It would take a while to heal though. "What's your diagnosis?" Kagome shifted her eyes up to look at him. Usually the man who to everyone else looked so short was so tall compared to her.

A face that appeared to be thoughtful made it's way to his face, and he was quiet for a moment. "Hold on" he said moving her hand back under the water as he went to grab something.

Kagome cocked her head to the side, and looked after Greg as he jogged out of where they were working and down the hallway. Almost running into someone along the way, at the last moment he turned and looked as though he was going to fall but caught himself.

She glanced to her hand; she had to make a big deal about it. Not only because it hurt like hell (which it had), but also she couldn't very well go and use her abilities to speed up the healing process. No one else aside from her family would ever know that she had abilities that were assumed to be folklore. She wanted to keep it that way.

When her hand was starting to go numb from the ice cold water, she reached up and tore a piece of the brown paper towel from the roll that was sitting there. She folded it slight and soaked it in the water before turning the faucet off completely. Kagome then wrapped the coldness around her hand and pressed it there while she went to sit down.

She could hear thumping echoing down the hallway. Since it was also nightshift it almost seemed louder with the lack of people. She smiled as she caught the man twist around the corner and slide into the room. His feet skid on the polished floor, his arms reached out and balanced himself as he came to a stop. Instantly he walked over to where she was and set the small bottle of whatever he had on the counter. He then picked up her hand and peeled the brown paper towel from it.

The red skin made him frown and he felt even worse about what had happened. His right hand held her hand still as he reached for the tube of anti-burn cream. Something he always kept with him in his locker. Never could be too cautious.

Greg twisted the cap open and spread some of the cream onto her hand, which he started to treat. "Hold on" he commented walking over to the far side of the room. He then leaned down to pull a small first aid kit that was pushed to the back wall, pretty much forgotten.

Kagome watched as he brought over the box and started to fix up her burn. "Maybe you should let Gris know," he murmured flipping a piece of gauze around the back of her hand.

She grinned as he helped her with her hand "You aren't getting off that easy" she said watching as he worked.

He also grinned knowing what she was thinking. Of course she was lightening the mood. "Yeah?" he questioned her as he finished wrapping the gauze around her hand.

"Mhmm" she hummed out reaching up with her other hand to shift some of the bandages so it was more comfortable. "I'll do the paper work and you got the evidence," she stated grinning at him. Thankfully the hand that she favored to write with wasn't burned. Working with the evidence would require both hands, so they left Greg or one of the other people who worked in the lab to accomplish that.

"That sounds fair" he stated finished the bandaging. He dropped her hand and went to put everything away in the first aid kit. "Should I put music on?" he questioned, a sly bit of excitement escaping into his voice as he placed the item away.

Kagome laughed and shot a bright smile his way "Work wouldn't be fun without it!" her voice was chipper as Greg made it back to where she was.

His hand reached over into the pocket of his lab-coat, a small remote for the CD-player appeared in his hand. For a moment he looked down to the object and pressed a few buttons. Immediately the sound blasted through the speakers, making a few people who were passing by stop and look at who was making the ruckus. "So much better" Greg commented placing the remote back in his pocket and made his way to where Kagome was working on Catherine's evidence.

"Alright then" he stated cracking his knuckles and glancing at what Kagome had to do. "Time to make magic happen" he joked snapping a new pair of latex gloves on his hands and winking at Kagome beside him.

She only giggle before getting up and checking what paperwork he had yet to complete.

"What's up?" Greg asked as Kagome's phone beeped showing it had a text message. It was in the wee early hours of morning. In a few minutes or so they would get off of work. At least Kagome would. He had to meet with Gris after work. It seemed like Cath had spilled the beans about what had happened to Kagome.

She flipped her phone closed and turned his way. Her hair was tied up into a loose bun and pieces of hair flowed around her face. For a moment he lost interest in what he was working on, and an empty test tube dropped from his hands to the counter. The loud sound of glass hitting the hard surface startled him from his slip and he nervously scrambled to pick up the tube; thankfully it wasn't broken.

"Be careful," she chided with a light voice. "Anyway" she continued turning to Greg and lifting her right hand up, placing the elbow on the work surface and resting her chin on her palm. "Nick's taking me out to breakfast, he's just finishing up with some work. He just told text me that he would meet me in front after I was ready" she replied moving so she could stuff her phone in her lap-coat pocket.

Greg frowned while she finished up with what she was working on. Adding a few last comments on the paperwork in front of her. He knew that Nick liked to flirt, but the surprise of her having breakfast with the Southerner put him down slightly. "Oh" he stated looking back to the table with the empty test tubes. He had been cleaning up before going to see Gris.

"You can tag along if you want" she stated signing what she needed to and went to put away the papers.

Greg shook his head and put a smile on his face "No" he said a bit too quickly, "I had something else planned today" he came up with the lie. Technically he was going to go home and think of a way to ask out the Japanese girl who worked with him. "Have fun with Nick though" he spoke the man's name with slight apprehension.

She took a moment to look at him, his weird behavior confusing her slightly because of the way her one eyebrow lifted in a perfect curve. "Alright" she said slowly before taking her glasses off and placing them in her pocket of the dark blue lab coat.

"See you tonight" he comment as she went to leave. He stared at her thin frame that was being hidden from the larger coat.

Kagome turned, her few stands of hair moving as she did so, "Sorry I got called off. Dr. Grissom said I shouldn't work" she lifted her bandaged hand to show him why she wasn't going to be working. "I'll see you Tuesday alright?" she waved politely as she walked around the corner toward the locker rooms.

Greg slumped when she was out of sight; his day was just getting worse. Not only did he feel bad about burning her and was going on a date with Nick, but also that he wasn't going to be able to see her for work that night. He groaned as he heard the ring tone of his phone, showing that he just received a text. Flipping it open he saw a message from Gris. He had forgot another bad thing that happened to him, seeing his boss after work.

Sighing he flipped his phone closed not even bothering to respond to the message. Finishing cleaning up Kagome's area where he had been working he stepped out of the space about ten minutes after his shift was supposed to end. He paused in his steps down the hallways as he saw the girl that he had been crushing on; apparently she had switched out of clothes for work. Her back was to him so she didn't see him stare at her.

Her long black hair was pooling down her back, and she had a baby blue tank top on. Her outfit was complete with a pair of faded ripped jeans; on her it made them look high end stylish.

Though the outfit was simple, for some reason it fit her personality. Adventurous looking and simple, but sophistication if one knew how to wear them. A hint of a smile appeared on his face until he saw she was walking to the front of the building. Thus reminding him of her date with Nick.

When Kagome drifted around the corner he continued with his path to go find Gris. Heaving a sigh he turned a corner.

"Hey man what's wrong with you?" Warrick replied when he got close enough to the lab tech. A few papers were in his hands, and Greg could only assume that he was pulling a double.

"Gotta talk with Gris" he commented shrugging his shoulders giving the impression that was all he was put down about.

Warrick nodded his head "Ahh about the Kagome situation" though it sort of sounded like a question he had phrased it more in a comment.

"Yeah" Greg stated shoving his hands in his pockets of his lab coat. A bit annoyed that gossip spread like wildfire in the lab.

Warrick shuffled the papers that he was carrying. "I'm guessing that Kagome left for breakfast already" he stated looking at Greg "since you're hanging around out here instead of hovering over her".

He looked confused for a moment, annoyed that even Warrick knew about Nick and Kagome's date. "What are you talking about?" he questioned referring to the other part of what he had said.

The CSI looked to the lab tech "Come on" he said raising an eyebrow at the shorter guy. "Everyone knows that you want her so bad" poor choice of words but he had got the point across.

Greg snapped his eyes around to make sure no one else was in earshot of the comment that was said. "Nooo" he drawled out, lifting his arm to rub the back of his neck "she's just a friend" he tried to persuade.

Warrick shot him a look obviously not fooled by the tech's words. "Sure" he stated shaking his head slightly "anyway I got to get going". As he went to leave he spoke again to the younger man "Better hurry otherwise someone else is gonna grab her up".

Greg turned when Warrick passed him "You would know out of anyone" his comment sounded suspicious. "She's on a date with Nick, so of course she's taken" he clarified when Warrick didn't respond.

A loud laugh escaped from the other man when he heard the comment that he had made. "You cannot be serious Greg" his voice was light with the obvious joke that he had got.

He looked at the few people that stopped when Warrick was thrown into a laughing fit. Ignoring them he dropped his voice slightly lower "Wait I'm missing something right?"

"Oh you missed something big" The CSI responded, "her and Nicky aren't on a date, she made him bribe her. For the exchange of information that he used to solve his case she requested that he pay for her breakfast".

Greg paused to think over what she had said. Kagome never mentioned that it had been a date that she was going on, for working with CSI's he had indeed missed something big. "Do you know where they were going?" he asked Warrick who looked like he really had to go.

"Sorry" the man replied, "I'm assuming the regular diner, but no he never told me" he finished before saying goodbye to the lab tech and leaving to work on what he needed.

Greg leaned back against one of the walls in the hallway. His mind swirled with where they could have went. "I feel like a stalker" his voice was quiet. He shook his head, but stopped when he remembered that Kagome had asked if he wanted to join them for breakfast.

Before he could dwell on it any longer his phone's ring tone sound loudly. Immediately he knew that Gris had probably text him again to make sure that he was on his way. It wasn't like he was scared of Gris, well maybe he was slightly scared. It was more about disappointing a father figure.

Greg sighed and started to make his way towards his boss' office knowing that the lecture would be one about not goofing around during work hours, otherwise someone could get hurt.

He flipped his phone closed and leaned back into the leather seat of his car. He tried getting hold of Kagome, her phone was shut off or it was dead. Nick had only said that after breakfast he had drove back to work so that Kagome could retrieve her car.

Greg turned the radio up now that he wasn't talking to anyone on his phone. Guess since he had missed breakfast with them he might as well head on home and get some sleep.

Shaking his head with disappointment in himself he went to pull out of the shopping plaza that he had been parked in. Driving through the parking lot he pulled up so he could turn out to one of the main roads. Clicking his signal on to the left he looked right then left to check for cars.

His attention was grabbed when a smaller silver vehicle pulled into the shopping plaza. The Japanese girl that he had been searching for didn't seem to notice him though.

Greg went to switch his vehicle into reverse, but the group of cars blocked his path from doing so. Grumbling to himself he decided to turn right instead so he could pass by the other entrance into the plaza.

Checking for cars once more he turned and immediately hit is signal again to turn back into the plaza. Scanning the parking lot he caught the view of Kagome's silver car.

Okay now he was officially a stalker.

He didn't even know why he was following her in the first place. It started off as going to breakfast, but talking with Grissom had taken too long. By the time he finally stepped out of the lab the supposed breakfast he was invited to was over. Pulling into a parking space he watched as the silver car was turned off and the familiar girl stepped out of her vehicle.

Kagome had a pair of sunglasses gripped in her teeth as she grabbed what else she needed out of her car. The item dangled from her mouth until after she slammed her door then she slipped it into her purse.

Looking down at her keys she hit a button and the trunk of her car popped open automatically. Moving to the back of the vehicle she pulled out a duffle bag and swung it onto her shoulder. The long strap dug into her bare skin of her shoulder slightly because of its weight.

Shutting the trunk with a slam she then hit the lock on her keys balancing what she had and walking through the parking lot and up to the sidewalk of the shopping plaza. Her duffle bag was hanging on one shoulder and her purse on the other.

Greg watched as the woman went up to a door and lifted her keys to it. A small keycard on her key ring was gripped in her hand and she swiped the card through the electronic lock. She then entered the building, the door locking behind her.

His eyes glanced up to the sign above; it was a gym that she entered. Not just a regular gym that was only for women, but it looked to be a more multi focused professional gym.

Now he was curious.

Grabbing his cell phone and wallet he quickly turned off his own vehicle and opened his door. Shutting it behind him and quickly locking his car he went to check out the gym that Kagome had entered.

He knew he couldn't enter through the door she had, since she needed a key card to even get in. As he walked closer Greg noticed another door meant for people who had never been there. Large posters and deals for memberships blocked him from peering into the mysterious gym.

Shrugging his shoulders he pulled open the door that he was allowed into. The whole space was rather large. Not that it surprised him; the shopping plaza that they were in was a more popular area. The loud sound of music could be heard through the massive place. Not only were there numerous machines, but it looked like there was an entire upstairs to the place as well.

"Can I help you?" He turned and a larger man looked at him from behind the counter. The gym's logo was plastered on his shirt, and his arms were massively huge.

Greg stepped closer "Uh yeah" he commented, wondering how much steroids it would take for a man to get that large. Maybe in his spare time at work he could dwell on that question. "I am thinking about switching gyms, my current one is kind of out of date". He did have a membership, he just went on average once every few months, and so it wasn't necessarily a lie.

"Alright" he stated looking at the shorter man. "Do you wanna just walk around and see what we have, or have a free workout with a personal trainer?" he asked.

Greg looked back at the people that were all working out. "I have only a bit of time before heading to work, I think I'll just scope the place out" he stated, fudging on when he had to be at work.

The man nodded and explained where he would be able to find everything. "Let me know if you need anything else" he stated before letting Greg go on his own.

As he was released he moved from where the counter was. The two entrances were separated so that the people who were allowed in would be safe from those who weren't members. Walking through the place he noticed that all of the weight training, and cardio machines were collected on the main floor. Most likely because they were getting the most use out of them, they needed it on the lower floor.

It was actually a nice clean gym. There were televisions set up, and going so far as to have a large screen in a darker area for those on the cardio machines who wanted to watch movies.

A lot of the machines were being used, only wondering why for a moment until he remembered that most people worked out before going to work or classes at University. Night shift really did mess up one's internal clock.

On the far back wall a series of racquet ball courts were set up, most being used. Greg passed the people who worked out, none of them being the dark haired girl that he worked with on a daily basis. He doubted that she would still be in the locker room since he had been there for quite a while now.

Thinking to himself he walked over to the stairs wondering if she could have been there. The man who had talked to him at the front had said it was reserved for more specialized areas of exercise, like yoga, pilates, and so on.

Up stairs wasn't dark like it was down on the first level. Because of the televisions and other things the space needed to be slightly darker. Not that they had certain areas where light was allowed in, but up higher he could tell it was all nearly glass walls so light from outside could enter in.

Like the man had stated there was rooms and areas for yoga and classes that were being taught. He didn't see Kagome in any of those classes. Frowning to himself he continued to check out the gym that seemed to surprise him, it being so nice and pretty close to work he could make a change and maybe go workout once a month instead.

With the thought he grinned a little. He would always be the lazy lab rat.

Spending some time checking out the facilities, and also stopping by the drink machine he made it to the far back of the gym. Glass doors blocked him from going inside the new area like it had been for the few other rooms. This new area was more spacious; the metal rafters could be seen to open it up instead of having a ceiling. The light from outside shined inside, but lights were also used to help brighten areas of the room.

Taking a quick look through the glass he spotted in the center a large boxing ring. "That's so cool" he commented checking out all the punching bags and other equipment that they had out for fighting in the far side. Large mats were placed around the area; a few men were training on them as well.

Greg shifted his position and looked at where they had a few machines set up. Probably so the people wouldn't have to go all the way to the first level to use the machines down there. There was also protective equipment lined up for people to use.

More people than he thought were there. For some reason he always assumed that places like this one never had more than five people using them. There must have been at least twenty men working out in this area, and ironically he felt self conscious about himself.

Greg then noticed a man coming towards the doors and went to push one open. Greg then moved to the side so that the larger man could leave. The buff man didn't spare him a second glance and he was thankful about that. Curiosity getting the better of him he opened the door and walked into the space to get a better look now fascinated with this part of the gym.

He wasn't a large man, but he wasn't puny either. It wasn't his fault that his parents never allowed him to play sports in high school. He just had to be their only child. The closes thing to playing sports was he being captain of his chess team in high school.

Learning to fight really had no rules. Well it did but not the rules like football, baseball, basketball, or hockey. There were a certain number of players, specific positions, and teammates placing their faith in one person at times.

Fighting didn't have those aspects, one on one person, and he could be his only teammate.

Greg scanned the space and his eyes drifted back to where the punching bags and other things to train on were located. Unlike what he had seen before, a smaller girl was kicking the shit out of a punching bag. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and all she had on was long black pants, and a black sports bra. Both hands were taped up and were lifted high like she was actually fighting. Never once did she strike with her left hand.

When changing positions he caught sight of her face and his eyes widened at the realization that it was Kagome.

It felt so much better to hit the gym; she needed to let some stress out. Her hand was still killing her, partly because she was stupid. Her leg was brought up again to hit high on the punching bag. If John at the main desk hadn't seen her hand she could have started to heal it. Now that someone knew it was hurt it needed to remain hurt for the duration of her time at the gym for that morning.

Another punch was directed to the object in front of her. Now she couldn't use her left arm when she very well could have if she had been smarter about the whole situation.

Taking her frustration out on the bag she dwelled on what was going on in her life. Eventually she would love to leave the lab, from her days running in through forests and risking her life over and over had felt, well exhilarating.

Lab work didn't suit her, but she had to do it until she could at least earn enough money so that she could switch professions. A hard punch was directed at the bag, making it move back with a lot more force than it had been. She then continued to dwell, all of the CSI's thought of themselves above police officers, and for some reason it bugged her. Just because they could solve cases with their minds didn't mean brawn wasn't a bad thing. There needed to be a balance of the two.

She learned that back in the past, her and Inuyasha, the brains and brawn that defeated demons. Kagome continued with beating the punching bag, ignoring as some of the people she usually trained with stared in awe at her obvious ticked off attitude.

She had the brains, now she worked on the brawn.

"Here" she heard someone speak. One of the muscular men that she had met when she first started to come to the gym walked up beside her.

She stopped what she was doing and nodded at him "Thanks". When he went behind the swinging bag he placed both hands on it to sturdy it. Using his weight he held it still as she continued to beat the bag.

"So why are you so pissed?" he questioned as a hard punch made the bag hit him more.

Kagome frowned, as she continued to fight she spoke, "I'm not" she paused getting a good breath in "pissed" she finished. It was always hard to talk while she was working out. The man, Chris, was usually a common sparing partner for her. He knew a lot of the same fighting styles that she used, so he was always good to train with.

That was the other thing her mother didn't know. Not only did Sango help her out in the past with fighting. She had picked up martial arts and fighting in the future as well. She couldn't see him from behind the bag very well, deciding to place all of his energy on the bag instead of looking at her. Kagome knew that he was rolling his eyes at her.

"First of all" he commented, pausing as she hit the bag hard again. "You worked out alone today" the man with sandy blond hair spoke "and you show up for the first time in a week. No reason as to why you have been gone".

That was true. She stopped a moment and he peered from around the bag. Chris wasn't a massive man, but he was strong and agile. She lifted her leg up high and curved it to strike him.

He had seen her move coming and caught her leg. Kagome frowned and stood on one long leg, waiting to see what he would do to her. Yes that was also a stupid mistake that she made, so her total so far equaling two for the day.

Since his reach was longer he went to swipe her other leg, which in return she jumped to avoid. His movements were faster than it took gravity to work in her favor, and he got her down on the second swipe.

Her back hit the ground hard and Chris was left standing over her, her darn leg still gripped in his hands. She tilted her head back and it fell to the blue mat, thankfully he only took her down on a mat instead of a harder surface like he had done before. "Let go please?" she asked not even wanting to fight him.

"Alright now you're depressed?" he asked her uncertainly as he was letting go so her leg fell to the floor with a soft thump.

She lifted her arms above her head and stayed in her position on the ground. Even just going at a punching bag she had worked out enough to have a decent layer of sweat. "No" she commented, shrugging her shoulders while she was still on her back "only not as optimistic as you are" she commented. A small smirk blossomed on her face and he crossed his arms when looking down at her. "Now you're happy," he commented dryly.

Using her legs she twisted them around his making it so he could catch his balance, he fell as well. "Happy about that" she commented not moving from her spot.

"Touché" he stated using his agility and flipping back to his feet. Leaving Kagome lying on the ground.

"Mhmm" she hummed out looking up at him, she cocked an eyebrow when Chris' head was turned to the right looking at something.

She turned to look in his direction and caught sight of Greg looking sheepish and a hint of curiosity. Well that was a coincidence.

Chris lifted an arm over his head to stretch, "He's been looking this way for the last ten minutes or so, you know em?" he asked her.

Kagome nodded and grinned at Greg "Yeah" she answered. Standing up she lifted an arm and brushed some of her locks of hair back out of her face. "Mind if I spar later?" she asked the lean man beside her, not even bothering to turn to him fully.

"No problem" he stated shoving her lightly as he made his way to some of the other people he recognized.

Kagome rolled her eyes; well that's what she got for being the only female in that particular area of the gym. Placing her hands on the top of her black pants she pulled them slightly making sure they sat on her form easier. She then walked over to where Greg was standing by the entrance to the room. "How'd you're meeting with Dr. Grissom go?" she asked walking up.

Greg smirked in her direction "Ahh analogy's galore".

She started laughing at the simple comment; it was so true about Grissom. "So what are you doing here?" she asked still smiling. Before he spoke she walked past him to get a drink from the water fountain.

"Guess Gris didn't talk to me as long as I thought he would," he explained. She could hear him talk behind her as she gulped down some of the cool water. "I tried getting a hold of Nick or you for breakfast" honesty was the best policy.

Kagome turned around, a small bit of surprise and delight passed through her eyes. Then dulled when she realized he couldn't get a hold of her.

Almost sensing what she had been thinking Greg quickly spoke up "Went straight to voicemail, must need to be charged".

She bit her lip, sorry that she had missed his call "Sorry" she commented. "Still doesn't explain why you are here of all places". She crossed her arms carelessly in front of her, giving her something to do with her hands.

Greg rubbed the back of his neck "Seemed like I was at the right place at the right time". When she looked confused he explained further "I was in the parking lot when you pulled in, followed you inside" he stated.

Kagome grinned and leaned forward on her bare feet "You stalked me?" she asked playfully. At his shameful nod she started to giggle "Greg! I never knew you were a closet stalker".

Though her words were teasing she had no clue how right she was "Yeah yeah" he drawled out. Taking a moment to look at the beautiful girl beside him he then glanced to the gym equipment. "So you can fight huh?" he asked her.

Kagome nodded, her right hand reached over to scratch her left arm. "I trained even when I was in Japan" her response was simple. "I found this place right after I moved to Vegas. Some of the guys here like Chris," she motioned to point out the man that had been helping her "knows a lot of the same style as me. We just spar when we get bored".

"That's so awesome" Greg commented glancing to her. "Maybe I'll have to start tagging along after work?" He asked her more than stated, almost like he was seeing if it was all right with her.

Kagome elbowed him and winked "That'd be fun". They were quiet for a moment, and suddenly she got an idea. "Come on" she stated leading him away from his comfort zone by the exit. The dark haired girl took him through the place, avoiding where there was men either working out or sparing with others. In the far corner there was a few benches were people could place their things, or if they wanted there were locker rooms.

She continued to walk towards the female locker room, but stopped when she noticed no one was following her. Kagome scrunched her nose while turning around "Greg" she groaned out seeing him halt "don't tell me you have never wondered what a ladies locker room looks like".

Popping her leg out and elegantly placing a hand on her hip she smirked at him.

"Noo" he stressed looking at her. When Kagome's expression didn't change he went past her and pulled the door open for her. Only a moment more was spent in silence as Kagome shrugged and entered the empty space, soon followed by Greg.

Leading him to where her duffle bag was she unzipped it and pulled out a few rolled up hand wraps. "Pink, white, or green?" she asked holding up the colors that she had.

"No way" he stated shaking his head and waving his hand. "No way I can do that kind of stuff right now" he protested about her wrapping his hands.

Kagome rolled her eyes "Nothing bad I promise, come on Greg" she pleaded. "Don't make me choose pink for you" again she teased him.

Letting a breathy laugh escaped and he held out his arms to her "White". With that Kagome placed the other hand wraps in her bag and pulled the second white one out. "Here stud" Kagome addressed him placing both matching wraps in his hands while she moved her duffle bag off of the bench.

Sitting on the bench, one leg on each side she motioned him to do the same. Immediately she grabbed the two hand wraps that he held and set one down. "Alright" she stated grabbing his hand "these are Mexican style hand wraps, pretty easy to wrap your own hands with". Her reply was quiet and it didn't sound like she expected a reply from him about it.

The soft touch of her fingers contrasted of those wrapped up from the burn earlier at work. His eyes peered down to her left hand, not only did she have her hands wrapped from the burn, but she had her own set of black hand wraps that matched her outfit. "How's your hand?" he questioned looking at her. Kagome's head was tilted down working on getting his hands protected.

"A lot better actually" her voice was gentle, moving his hand in the right way so she could wrap it perfectly. "Flex please" she commanded.

He shot her a perplexed look "Huh?" came the eloquent response.

Kagome's blue eyes shined with mischief "Your hand Einstein". To emphasize what she meant her hand curled around his, stretching the fabric where she had wrapped his hand. One had to be careful to not make it so tight, flexing the hand occasionally helped to judge the wrapping.

Greg chuckled at his slip. He was doing pretty well, the girl that he had wanted to ask out for so long was single, half naked, and alone in a girl's locker room with him. Well he could die happy. Kagome finished one hand and secured it quickly, she reached down to work on his other hand.

"My parents would so not approve of this" his voice was quiet as she worked on his hand. Dwelling on his past he could never think of a sport that his parents approved on, fighting would certainly be at the top of their 'no no list'.

Making him flex his hand her mouth opened "Strict?"

Her question was simple but there was no other way that he could describe his parents. "You have no idea" he responded flexing once more "bit tight".

Backtracking what she did until he gave his okay she continued again "I had to hide what I did from my mother, she didn't approve of dangerous professions". Kagome tilted her head to the side in thought "I wanted to save people, something active" taking the wrap and moving it between his fingers she continued, "I hoped to be a police officer or something like that".

Greg was quiet as she ran the wrap over his knuckles. "No dad?" He shifted his body slightly when his back got too stiff from sitting in an odd position.

"Died when I was young" her reply wasn't one of sadness, but it wasn't completely unemotional either. Her ponytail flipped over her shoulder as she leaned over a bit more; it was so long that the tips tickled his forearm. "Sorry" her voice bubbled with humor as she stopped what she was doing and flipped her hair back over her back.

"Hey Kagome" he got her attention.

Her hands went back to wrapping his hand once more weaving the wraps between his fingers. "Hmm?" she hummed while focusing on what she was doing.

Well this was it "How about we go grab dinner later". Her motions stopped and he went to clarify "I know you don't have work and all, but before my shift we can go to this Italian place I know on the strip". Greg grinned nervously, "Or if you prefer we could grab some breakfast tomorrow after my shift is done. I mean whatever is fine with you!" When the beautiful girl in front of him continued to look at him, that sickness in his stomach grew worse "Umm" his voice made out "you know" he paused again "since I couldn't make it to the one this morning" he settled on that excuse.

She didn't reply but picked up his hand again and finished off running the wrap a few more times around his wrists before the Velcro could be used to secure the whole thing. "I like Italian" her comment was soft that he was unsure that he had heard her.

"What?" he questioned moving forward out of surprise.

Kagome flipped her leg over the bench so she faced one side of the lockers. Standing from her position she reached her good hand out to help him up as well. "How should I dress for our date?" her voice was soft but kind, she had understood perfectly what Greg had asked her.

A bright smile broke across his face as he stood from his spot on the bench (with her assistance). "Something elegant and sexy" the excited man replied, knowing that there was no reason to be timid with her now.

Giggling at the very 'Greg-like' comment she pulled him out from the locker room "Come on lover boy, let's help you build up some muscle".