Summary: A new lieutenant is partnered with Brass and their first case together comes in almost immediately. But, the longer they work together, the closer they become, and Brass finds it increasingly difficult to get her out of his thoughts. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation or its characters. I only own my OC.

A/N: So my last CSI fic didn't exactly get the hits I wanted, but I really hope you like this. Brass is my favourite character on CSI and a dream I had last night has inspired this, so please read, please review, and I hope you enjoy it!

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Just Can't Get Enough

Chapter One

The clicking of heels sounded, which disturbed Brass from the report he was doing.

He half expected Catherine or Sofia. Not Sarah because Sarah was out at a crime scene at that point...Funnily enough with Catherine. And Sofia was on vacation...

Now, Brass was confused. And then it hit him as he looked at his diary that he had a new partner on the way. He double checked the details on her. Name, age, where she was from, just so he didn't seem like an ignorant pig when she got through the door which would be an second now. Emily Morgan, twenty-nine, from Kansas City, Missouri. She'd been working her ass off to get where she was. Then she appeared at his door, five foot seven with dark brown wavy locks that hung by her face, lips parted and frame slim. She wore a light pink shirt with a pinstripe waistcoat, matching jacket and matching pants, and her gun and badge were securely in place.

Her eyes were a striking shade of blue, while her skin was pale (surprising given the darkness of her hair). In the dim light of his office, her eyes looked so beautiful that he had to take a moment to pull himself together before he stood up as she knocked. Her face was what he'd consider to be very pretty. But her eyes...Her eyes had gotten him hooked straight away.

"Captain Brass?" She asked, voice quiet and nervous, like she was afraid to even be there.

It was a tough thing for someone to have to move to a new city, to a new job, and Brass knew she'd be nervous considering the circumstances. It was a pain in the ass when you had to meet new people so he did his best to be as nice to her as possible, despite him being so tired he could've just dropped to sleep where he was.

"You must be Emily." He said with a smile, earning a nod and a nervous smile from the young woman.

"Lieutenant Emily Morgan, at your service." She laughed, holding out her hand to him which he took, shaking it firmly.

Damn, the handshake was a strong one. He liked that in a person, a strong, firm handshake. Releasing her hand, he closed the door behind her and indicated the chair for her to sit in. She smiled and sat down, taking a deep breath which showed him that she was indeed nervous.

"Can I get you a coffee or anything?" He asked as he returned to his desk, taking a seat before her.

"Um, I'm fine, thank you." She said softly, "It's good to finally be here, I've heard so much about this team."

"Like what you heard?" He asked with a chuckle, earning an eager nod from the young woman, "I've been reading your file. I'm impressed."

Emily blushed, bowing her head with a soft smile. She gazed up at him, bearing right into his eyes before tearing her gaze away and focussing on the file.

"Just doing my job." She said, "I've been kind of careless in my time, honestly."

"Haven't we all?" Brass replied, his smile making Emily feel comforted almost immediately.

She had a good feeling about him, and about the place. Her move there had been really tough, what with her leaving all her colleagues behind. And her family. She missed her mother, but she would be joining her in Vegas soon. Brass looked at her and knew that she'd been through plenty of tough situations. In her file he'd seen she'd gotten out of all of them, a small amount with some nasty wounds. She'd certainly been in the wars, but Brass figured she'd be a good asset to the team. She'd spent a period of time in New York and was on the scene at the World Trade Centre, and it had been her job to try and escort people away from the buildings when she'd started out and had only just escaped as the buildings had collapsed. Her file stated she sometimes had anxiety attacks when she had to tackle scenarios in high buildings, yet an occurrence of that kind was very rare.

"Look, I'm gonna take you on a tour around the department." He said with a grin, "You've got the CSI team to meet and you need to know where everything is."

Emily smiled and stood from her chair, letting him lead her around the lab. He introduced her to the CSIs, and then he took her around the building. Since this was her induction, Brass had been instructed to keep her with him at all times, even if he was called out to a case. But right now, both their stomachs were crying out for food. Especially Emily's. That had caused a few giggles on their way round anyway, and when Brass's stomach had started grumbling they'd laughed even more. At least they'd gotten off to a good start.

"Why don't we get some lunch, huh?" He said with a grin, "There's a diner about a five minute drive from here that does the best toasted sandwiches."

"Alright, Captain. I trust you." Emily chuckled, "I love toasted sandwiches."

Jim grinned at her enthusiasm and the pair of them made their way down to the parking lot.

Through their meal, Brass had found himself staring quite a few times as he and Emily talked.

He couldn't help it though. Her eyes just made something inside him spark with excitement, and he'd feel a jolt of electricity through his chest whenever she returned the gaze. They were talking about their careers, getting to know one another since as far as they knew, they'd be working together for a long time. It was better to know at least something about each other than go into a partnership as complete strangers.

As Emily bit into her cheese and tomato sandwich, Brass's phone began to ring and he hurried up to swallow the bite he'd taken of his toasted cheese sandwich before answering his phone.

"Brass."

He listened to his phone and threw some notes on the table, which Emily took as a sign that they had to leave and they had to leave quickly. She threw on her jacket and stood as he wrote the address they had to go to on a napkin.

"Right. We're on our way."

Brass hung up and got his car keys out, beckoning Emily to follow him which she did.

"Suspected homicide." He said, "See, your first day and already we got something."

The pair hurried to the car and began to make their way to the scene. Emily felt the familiar adrenaline rush pounding through her as Brass sped towards the scene, and as the pair shared a quick look, she felt something pool in her heart that she'd never felt before.

-TBC-

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