Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the songs used in this.

The song this fic is based on is called Don't You Want Me by Human League. Also in this chapter, the song We Are Young by Fun is used. Listen to tehm both, they're great. This fic is semi-AU. I had to make Catherine ten years younger for this story, and I completely changed Greg's past. He's still part Norwegian but e didn't got to Stanford. All the charecters you don't recognise are my own creations. The first chapter takes place when Greg is twenty two.

You were workin' as a waitress in a cocktail bar

When I met you

Boy, she was hot. Greg knew she could probably feel his eyes on her, but he couldn't look away. She was different. The other girls here, they were all T&A. This girl was more then that. She turned around again, so she was now facing him. Even from twenty feet away and with all the people dancing in between them, her blue eyes shot through him like lasers. Behind her eyes, there was passion, intensity, fire.

"Hey, G, dude, that hot redhead girl is making eyes at you!"

The wolf whistles began.

"She is smokin' man, what does she see in you?"

"Shut up guys." Greg said playfully, finally breaking eye contact with the girl and turning to look at his friends. "Come on let's go get some drinks."

As they made their way through the dancefloor and over to the bar, Greg thought about the girl. He couldn't explain it. They immediantly had some sort of a connection, and he couldn't figure out why. He'd admired the girls here before. Tanya, Izabella, Zara and Sasha had all occupied his thoughts for a night at a time. This must be his twentieth time coming here, and he'd never seen this girl before. Soemthing gave him a feeling she wasn't new though, she looked experienced. He wasn't sure what was stopping him going over to this girl and handing her ten dollar bills like his friends would surely be doing, like he'd done himself the last weeks. He just knew it wouldn't feel right.

"What can I get you sir?" A tanned blonde purred into his ear, making him jump.

"The usual for us!" one of his friends piped in.

"Certainly sir" the waitress replied, ducking under the bar and pouring their usual drinks.

"So man, it is true that you actually didn't fail any of your finals?" Greg asked Joey, trying to get the redhead out of his head.

"Hey dude, I told you I wouldn't. I can party all night, not do a bit of work and still pass everything." Joey said with a grin, as the waitress returned with their drinks.

"Hey bro, you were sweating it this past month. Hardly left the dorm." Matt jeered, cuffing him on the arm.

"Come on dude, none of us have gone out in ages. We were all starting to forget what the French Palace even looked like!" Joey shot back, taking a gulp of his drink.

"There's a difference between studying for finals and doing all the work you should have been doing the last four years buddy!" Karl insisted. "Although some of us obviously didn't even need to study!"

Four pairs of eyes were immediantly turned on Greg.

"Guys, cut it out. We all passed our finals remember?" he said uneasily.

"Yeah we didn't all ace them all like you did bro" Matt grinned at him.

"What are you gonna do with your science degree dude?" Joey asked him, curious. "I'm gonna do lectures and shit."

"Trust you, buddy" Karl said to Joey. "I'm gonna be a high school teacher."

"I think I might be a historian or something" Matt said "Greg?"

"I wanna do something with DNA, maybe research it or try to come up with a better way to retrieve it and stuff."

"Sure." Matt sighed. "Make life easier for the cops."

"Whatever man, just as long as it's not the government, am I right?" Greg asked.

"Hell yeah dude, just not the government!" Joey yelled.

Matt and Karl laughed in agreement and the four friends looked around what used to be their favourite hangout, suddenly aware that this would probably be the last time they ever came here together again.

"Finals are done, we move out of the dorm tomorrow, we start looking for real jobs and say goodbye to driving to nowhere in particular and singing til the sun comes up." Karl said sadly. "The end of an era."

"No way." Greg interjected. "The start of the rest of our lives."

"We gotta drink to that." Matt yelled.

As the four college roomates finished their drinks, the speakers began blasting out what they had always called 'their song', no matter how gay it made them sound. And so, depositing their empty glasses on the bar counter, they got up to dance for the last time.

Now I know that I'm not

All that you got

I guess that I, I just thought

Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart

But our friends are back

So let's raise a cup

'Cause I found someone to carry me home

Tonight

We are young

So let's set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun

The world is on my side

I have no reason to run

So will someone come and carry me home tonight

The angels never arrived

But I can hear the choir

So will someone come and carry me home

Tonight

We are young

So let's set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun

As the last noted of the song drifted out of the speakers, they started making thier way towards the door. He didn't know why he turned around, but he did. Greg saw her again. She was twisting around the pole, and she tossed her red hair over her shoulder. Her eyes met his for a second.

So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down

I'll carry you home tonight