People don't give Greg Sanders nearly enough credit.  I know I didn't, anyway.  But when you meet him the first time, it's hard to.  He just seems so playful, so dorky, so…cute.  Everyone told me he was just a flirt, not to pay any attention to him, but within moments I found myself completely addicted to him, for lack of a better word.  This is how it all happened…

            "I need to take this to the lab," Jilaine said, staring at the evidence she had just bagged and tagged minutes before while processing on the scene.

            "Go ahead.  Greg's in tonight," Warrick said, his eyes not leaving an analysis of a hard drive from the vic's computer that Archie had just delivered.

            "I would, but I don't know where I'm going," she grinned sheepishly.

            "I'm sorry, I totally forgot.  That," he said and eyed her plastic bag that held a bloody shirt, "goes to DNA, which is out this door and to the left."

            "Thanks."  She walked down the hall, running a manicured hand through her curled blonde hair, and pulled open the heavy glass door.  A Social Distortion album was playing so loud that she flinched when the sound waves hit her ears.  A guy with insanely spiky sandy brown colored hair was playing air guitar in the corner as he printed out a reading.  An amused grin crossed her face as she stepped closer to him.  "Greg?" she asked, just loud enough for her voice to carry over the music.  He ran over to the stereo and turned it off, answering to his name before he turned to see who had called it.

            "I don't have anything of yours processed yet.  Griss loaded me down as soon as I got here."

            "I wouldn't think you did, especially since I've never turned anything in to be processed."  Greg's brown eyes widened as he turned to look at her.

            "You're not Sarah."

            "Can't say that I am."  He walked over to her and took the evidence, placing it on top of a disorganized pile.

            "Sorry about that whole…dancing thing.  I get a little carried away when Griss is gone."

            "I understand," she smiled.  She did.  She had only met him a few times since the interview, and on every single occasion he made her nervous.  Greg flashed her a crooked smile and a pleased expression.

            "It's nice to know that someone does."  Her eyes locked with his, and for a split second, she forgot why she was even in the room.  "So, you must be the new girl," he said, breaking the silence.

            "Yeah, I suppose so.  Jilaine Robertson," she said and held out her hand.

            "Greg Sanders," he said and accepted it, then lifted it to his lips.  As he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand, her jaw dropped.

            "Greg, give it up already," Catherine smirked as she entered the room.  "It's not going to work on her either."

            "Worth a try," he shrugged.  She checked on her evidence, which hadn't been processed yet either, and grinned at Jilaine, leaning over to whisper in her ear.

            "Don't let him get to you," she said quietly.  Jilaine nodded and watched Greg as Cath left the room.  He crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth, then blushed when he realized he was being watched.

            Jilaine giggled with a shake of her head and eyed his pile of processing.  "So, am I going to get that back this month, or…" she grinned.

            "You'll have it tonight, probably within a couple of hours."  He was glad for the distraction from his dorky self.  She nodded and headed for the door.  Before he knew what he was saying, he stopped her.  "Hey."

            "Yeah?" she asked, stopping in her tracks and turning around to look at him.

            "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

            "After I get off?"  He nodded his head in reply.  "No, I don't know anyone out here.  My only date I have is the one with my bed."  He chuckled and played with a marker cap in his pocket.

            "Want to go get some breakfast or something?"

            "Sure, that sounds good."  She flashed a smile at him for the first time and all the blood rushed to his head.  It literally made him dizzy.  "I'll come check on that in a little while."  He watched her walk out and stood completely still for a moment, letting his mental pictures of every visible inch of her body sink into his memory.  He went back to processing, but his mind stayed with Jilaine, wherever she had ran off to.