Cleo was incredibly bored.

So bored her brain was beginning to hurt.

And she thought this job was going to be at least a tad more interesting than her last one.

When looking through a list of jobs that accepted her criteria of degrees and expertise, the crime lab looked perfect. Science was a total passion, and she was a total murder mystery freak. It made her feel better whenever coming home, just to know she was making a difference in Vegas.

Yep, she was in Vegas.

She couldn't believe it. Coming from the English countryside, where her style and hair had given her grief, it was almost a blessing that there was somewhere where she could do something she loved without being judged for who she was. But today, the Criminals of Nevada were having a break.

Good for Vegas, bad for her.

Cleo knew it was stupid; the rule was the fewer criminals the better, but this was pointless. There was the cute CSI she had met on her first day, Greg, who was constantly flirting (and who still hadn't asked her out yet) and Nick and Ray always were good for conversations about anything to do with science. But there was no DNA to compare, no epithelia's, no nothing. The atmosphere in the mood was icy, and Cleo almost thought it ironic that she'd dyed her hair blue that week.

"Someone's in a mood."

"That was more of a statement than a question, wasn't it Hodges?" Cleo bit back, happy for any banter she could possibly get, even if it was with a suck up.

"Your boyfriend says that he has something for you to look at in his office," Hodges picked up a piece of paper left on the table, and began to tear it into shreds, "hopefully it's something important. I want my lab as soon as possible." Cleo rolled her eyes, ignoring the annoying ripping noise and Hodges' attempt at an English accent when he said the word boyfriend. Standing up and making a point of scraping her chair across the floor, she walked out of the lab, not caring that half the lab was staring at her massive heels, due to it not being normal for Cleo…

"Hey Queenie!" Cleo smiled when she saw Nick walking towards his shared office, "where you off to?"

"Same place as you commoner, Greg wanted to show me something." Nick laughed.

"Is that just an excuse for you to go and see him, cause that's the one he uses when he wants to see you…"

"Oh shush…" Cleo stuck her tongue out. For all the stick she got for it, she just wished that Greg would get it over with and just ask her out. The entire world knew they liked each other, and they saw one another every Friday evening, which could be argued, was basically date night.

Nick walked into his office with Cleo and saw Greg's face fall. Gesturing wildly behind Cleo's back, Nick tried to notify Greg that absolutely nothing was going on with him and Cleo, but Greg was already too absorbed in his papers. Cleo noticed the change in attitude and raised an eyebrow at Nick, who shook his head.

"Hey babes, what's so important?" Greg smiled to himself, taking pleasure in Cleo's nickname for him. But the smile was soon gone as it had appeared, as Greg looked into her chocolate brown eyes and sighed.

"I hope Hodges didn't make it out to be more than it is..." Cleo smiled, secretly pleased that Hodges had given her a reason to see her almost boyfriend. She was going to come a visit anyway, but now no one could say she had no reason.

"Why? Cause he kind of did." Greg shook his head, also pleased at Hodges' exaggeration. Nick stifled a laugh. Cleo looked round at him and rolled her eyes, mouthed "don't judge me" and turned back to Greg (who in her opinion was much better looking, and more interesting.)

"Ah it's nothing; just there was another lead on that breaking and entering that I thought you'd be interested in…" Greg looked over Cleo's shoulder to see that Nick had miraculously disappeared.

"That's not it darling, so spill." Greg looked at Cleo and blinked twice. All he could think was how much he wanted to kiss her.

So he did.

Cleo suddenly felt Greg's lips on her and sighed. Finally… She kissed him back, taking his face in her hands and moaning quietly.

"What took you so bloody long?" She whispered against his lips when they finally finished. He smiled, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Thank freakin' GOD!" Nick's voice broke them from the moment, and they both looked at him. Greg took Cleo's hand in his and smiled shyly at Nick. Cleo rolled her eyes, slipped her hand out of Greg's and hugged Nick.

"Not jealous, are we commoner?"

"Me?" Nick looked at her in mock horror, and hugged her back, "I'll be inconsolable for weeks Queenie…" Cleo giggled and Nick laughed. Greg walked over and took Cleo's hand back in his. Cleo sighed, it felt so safe and warm. Nick winked at her and patted Greg on the back.

"Thanks." Muttered Greg. Cleo squeezed his hand. This, she thought, was going to be amazing.