Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or it's characters, if I did I'd have Greg locked up in my closet –hear muffled screaming from her closet- OO –throws a brick at it; coughs twice-
Anywho…this is my first Fanfic and well, I'd really appreciate comments, good or bad, I'm happy either way
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She sauntered into the large locker room, not even noticing the dirty-blond, almost brown, haired man who was sat on the bench. Walking over to her own locker she removed her badge that read CSI: Level 4.
"Hey Ami," he spoke, causing the pretty brunette young woman to jump.
"Greg, I didn't notice you there, you almost scared me to death," she squeaked, he chuckled.
"Sorry, maybe I next time I should wear a hug sign saying 'lookie, I'm Greg, kiss me!' in big flashing letters," he smirked.
"Greggo, honey, seriously." She laughed, smirking back.
She removed her LVPD: Crime Scene Investigator vest, folding it up; she placed it inside her locker and grabbed a bottle of cherry coke, the bottle half full. Shutting the metal door, she sat down next to Greg, who was wearing a smart white shirt and casual blue jeans.
"So, how has your day gone so far?" she asked him.
He sighed, "eight year old kid, murdered, gunshot wounds to the torso and head." He lifted his hand and ran it through his hair, "Grissom told me to try and let it go, it's hard though."
"I'm so sorry, but listen to Grissom; he helped me through the first time I had to deal with that sort of case." She placed a slender hand on his shoulder.
He lifted his head and turned it to see Ami, smiling, looking into her bright cerulean eyes. Her cheeks flushed a pink shade as his big brown eyes met her contact. Pulling her hand away and placing it on her lap in front of her, Greg wrapped his arms around her, embracing her warmly.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"F-for what?" she stuttered.
He pulled away, "For being here…" He gently placed his fingers on her lips and walked them down to her chin. He could noticed her change in breathing, "I don't make you nervous…do I?"
All she did was nod; all she could do was nod. Greg smiled warmly, bringing her face closer to his own. Closing his eyes he pressed his lips to hers. After a brief encounter he gently broke away. Standing up, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Thanks again for always looking out for me." With that he left, she was utterly speechless, her cheeks flushed.
She shook her head, snapping back to reality. Standing up, she walked over to the door, a rather smug smile sat on her lips. She opened the door to be greeted by Gil Grissom.
"Grissom?" she spoke, actually surprised to see him.
"Corelli," he said rather cheery, this was different, "What the hell did you do to Sanders?" Chuckling, he pointed over to Greg's glass-walled cubicle. He had his headphones in his ears, but still his Black Flag CD could be heard from where they were standing, "Ever since he walked out of here he's been listening to the noise wearing a rather large grin."
"I'm just there for him." With a smile tickling her lips she walked away.