Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, I promise.
Set somewhere before Grissom leaves, but Sara is still there. Warrick died already.
Truthfully.
Smirks.
Greg glanced over the table at Riley. Her blonde hair fell into her eyes as she inspected the paper they found at the scene. Somehow watching her so focused, made him smile.
Snapping out of his trance he got back to swabbing the gun for blood. He found trace amounts on the handle and packaged the swab for the lab.
He stood up and Riley looked up from the letter.
"Where you going?" She asked him, making him want to stay.
"Why do you wanna know?" He asked playfully.
"Same old Greg. I'm not allowed to know?" Riley asked him, standing up and crossing her arms.
"Whoa no need to get serious." He said with a chuckle. "Just goin to the lab. Be back in a minute."
He walked out of the room winking at her. Once in the hallway he relaxed slightly. Why didn't she want me to leave? Does she care that much?
Trying to clear his head he walked into the lab and found Hodges. "Can you run this?" He asked when the lab tech noticed him.
"You know I am pretty busy. And I have so many samples as it is..." He trailed off giving Greg a sarcastic look.
"What do you want now?" Greg asked him, rolling his eyes. It was always something.
"Oh nothing... Just a mocha frappuccino." Hodges said, taking the container from Greg.
"Fine." Greg grumbled an walked out of the lab.
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Riley smiled to herself when Greg returned to the room. His casual walk and care free attitude always made her feel more relaxed. He was the only one who really accepted her when she came here.
He sat down in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. She knew that look.
"He wanted something didn't he?" She asked and leaned back in her chair. She was tired after pulling a double shift and no amount of caffeine could wake her up.
"Mocha frappuccino." Greg said, imitating a little girls voice. Hodges always wanted coffee.
Riley smirked at him and he gave her the classic Greg look. Sarcastic eyes, raised eyebrows and a playful smirk. She felt her heart flutter a little faster and tried to ignore it.
"Never mind him. Anyway I found gun shot residue on the paper." She said, leaning forwards to point.
"Nice." He said, looking at the fake suicide note. Somehow his acknowledgement gave her butterflies.
"Um, I'll get Hodges' stupid mocha thing, you want me to grab you anything while I'm out?" She asked him but noticed his smile lessen slightly. Did he really want her to stay?
But his smile returned when he shook his head. She smirked once again and walked out the door.
