'Crime lab?' A voice cut through Greg Sanders' thoughts.

'What?'

'You must be from the crime lab.'

'Why?'

'Well. It's 7am. You're eating stake and chips. We're at the one diner that's between the crime lab, the police station and the ambulance station. You're definitely not from the ambulance crew and the police lot don't finish their shifts for another hour.' Greg admired her judgement skills. He glanced towards where she was sat. Ginger-tinted brown hair was scraped into a neat bun, loose pieces of hair fell into her face, perfectly framing her chocolatey eyes. She sat with a book laid out in front of her, tucking into some waffles.

'And what do you do then? Where've you come from?' The woman stifled a laugh, leaving Greg confused.

'Tough shift then?'

'What?' It was too late- or too early. He was tired and just wanted to go home and go to bed.

'You're from the crime lab, so presumably you're supposed to be observant, that's kinda your job, and I'm here, dressed in my full blown ambulance uniform, having already said that it was obvious that you didn't work at the ambulance station. And you still have to ask what I do.' She had walked over to his table and was now stood by his side.

'Oh.' Greg was too tired to take note of what the young woman was saying to him.

'I'm Michelle Humes by the way!' She extended a hand in Greg's direction.

'Greg Sanders.' He shook her hand, surprised by the strength behind it. He looked into her eyes, trying desperately to read the young woman before him but failing to see anything other than a quick, compassionate mind behind her eyes. She glanced down at her wrist, whatever she saw caused panic to register in her eyes.

'I need to go!'

'Are you alright?'

'Yeah- it's just my flatmate. He panics about everything. If I don't get back soon he'll have filled in a missing person report within minutes.' She regained her composure and turned to Greg. 'So- Mr Sanders. I guess I'll see you around.' She playfully punched him on the shoulder.

Greg watched her as she collected up her book from the table, paid, tipped and then left. His eyes continued to follow her to her car and then down the road, he only looked away after she disappeared down a side street. Wow.

'Good day to you all!' It was the start of the graveyard shift. Memories of the morning's talk were still fresh in his mind, they had filled his head all day and now planted a smile on his lips.

Nick groaned in response to Greg's optimistic greeting.

'How are you even alive?'

Yesterday's shift had been busy to say the least. They had been running around non stop for the entire 12 hours, taking its toll on the CSIs. Several of whom hadn't even turned up yet, those that had were still half-asleep and groggy.

'I met someone!' Greg was unable to keep the joy out of his voice. At the thought of romance Nick suddenly perked up.

'Who?'

'Someone.' Greg's voice had reduced to an excited whisper. Nick rolled his eyes.

'Who?! Don't make me shoot it out of you!' Nick reached for his holster where it rested on his hip.

'Fine.' He sighed. 'Michelle Humes. She's beautiful. Funny. Smart.'

'What does she do?'

'Paramedic.'

Finn arrived at the door. Interrupting Nick's interrogation of Greg.

'Triple homicide. Off you go.' She dumped the file on the tables between the men before turning on her heel and walking off down the corridor.

'So what's she like?' Nick started down the corridor, Greg jogged to catch up before falling into Nick's step pattern.

'Well- You know-'

'Yeah- because you're just being so specific!'

'I barely know her. I can't get her out of my head and, well, she's kinda perfect.'

'Toes?'

'She was wearing standard issue black boots. They're probably perfect though.'

Nick nodded and climbed into the truck. Greg obediently followed his lead and climbed into the passenger's seat.

'What so now you're not even going to fight me to drive?!'

'Hm?'

'Wow. This girl's really got inside you're head.' Nick affectionately ruffled Greg's hair before pulling out the truck onto the road.

'Hey Crime Lab.' Greg spun round to where the voice had come from, he mocked surprise as he made eye contact with Michelle. She was sat with her arms crossed across her chest, her empty plate behind her on the table and her dark eyes sparkling with glee.

'Ah hello- I'm dreadfully sorry, I don't remember your name.'

'When's your next day off?' Michelle had instantly seen through Greg's lame attempts to flirt and thought it better to get straight to the point.

'Tomorrow. Why?'

'Dinner at this address. 5pm sharp. I don't like to wait.' She thrust a piece of paper into his hand before pushing past him to get to the door and leave the diner.

Greg nervously rocked back and forth on his heels as he rang the doorbell of Michelle's apartment. She opened the door dressed in a floaty, midnight blue top and pale denim jeans that hugged her figure. Her long wavy hair tumbled, unrestrained down her shoulders and back, just tickling her waist. Greg stood frozen in the doorway.

'Hello?'

'Hm-?'

'Greg.'

'Hm-?'

Michelle laughed her light giggle before steering Greg inside the flat by his hand. She dragged him into the kitchen and pushed him into a chair.

'Hi Greg.'

'Oh- hey Michelle.'

'You're really out of it. Did you know that?'

'What?! No. I'm perfectly fine.'

'Sure you are.' She rolled her eyes. 'Can you set the table for four please? Cutlery and plates are out on the side.'

Greg set to work on the table. As he was just finishing a man came out of one of the bedrooms wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He went over and stood next to Michelle, stirring one of the saucepans.

'Greg. This is Alex. My flatmate.'

'Hi.' He lent over and shook Alex's hand. 'So are you two together?'

Michelle stifled a laugh. 'Oh God no.' She gestured behind where Greg was stood. Greg turned around to find another man, who was stood behind him. 'This is Stu. Alex's partner.'

Greg blushed. He had completely misread the situation and was incredibly worried that he might have offended his host and her friends.

'Right dinner's ready.' She placed four large pots on the table. 'Dig in.'

As instructed the three men began piling their plates with food.

'So what do you do?' Greg nodded to where Alex and Stu sat.

'I teach primary school kids and Stu is my teaching assistant.'

'Meet at work then?'

'No, actually, we met at a bar about 6 years back. Didn't see each other again until about a year and a half later when he started working at my school. Been together ever since.' Stu's gaze had been fixed on Alex the whole time that he had been speaking. Greg couldn't help but smile. He turned his attention to Michelle.

'So- how did you meet Alex then?'

'Uni.' She said through a mouthful of food. 'We were both in a musical theatre group.' She smiled at the memory.

'We weren't exactly very good but we had fun. It certainly broke up the constant studying!'

The evening, though not romantic, was certainly fun and Greg enjoyed himself thoroughly. He was beginning to realise that there were multiple sides to Michelle but he quite liked them all.