Stiletto heels clanked across the tile of the lobby, and a woman dressed in a black halter dress adorned with white polka dots and a black blazer entered the crime lab. Her red hair was tightly pulled back in a bun, and black horn-rimmed glasses framed her delicate face. This was not her territory but it was the only way to get through to her recent client. The curly-haired flustered secretary at the front desk greeted her nervously, "How can I help you?"

The auburn haired working girl extended her hand of freshly painted black polish to the older woman. The secretary took the milky white slender hand and shook it. "Could you be a doll and find Gregory Sanders for me?"

The women looked confused at the name, but quickly realized what the young lady meant. She jumped up suddenly, understanding that the sharply dressed young lady was important. "Of course! I didn't quite catch your name though…"

"Tell him his editor is here, he should come running then." The ginger told her.

She stood at the desk with her messenger bag at her side containing the first draft of the book her client had sent her. It had taken her months to read it, and she wondered if he had even edited what he had submitted. He needed some work, but she liked the idea surrounding his book on the history of this city, so she was willing to sacrifice her sleep for him. She pulled a small compact from her bag and checked to see if her eyes were evenly coated with dark liner. Satisfied she snapped it shut, but not before catching a glimpse of dirty blonde hair that she knew was all too familar.

By then the flustered secretary was back and relieved to see the third party in the lobby. "Greg, your editor is here!"

A sly smile etched across his face. "Hello Ruby."

Ruby Lenore half-smiled at the man with boyish-good looks, but then her face changed to seriousness. She pulled out the draft she had stowed away in her bag, and shoved it into his chest. "You've got work to do Mr. Sanders, and don't pull that Norwegian shit on me I'm not about to buy it. Seeing as you won't answer my calls and you never confirmed our meeting, this was my last resort."

His hands wrapped around her neck and swiftly pulled her vermillion hair out of the tight bun. Her tresses fell to her shoulders in a wave of thick hair making her let a sigh escape her glossy painted lips. He however was amused, "You need to loosen up doll face."

Ruby scoffed, but couldn't help but to be charmed by Greg, yet again. She shook her head and sighed. "You infuriate me Sanders! But, I must be off now."

She turned to walk off, but he gripped onto her thin porcelain wrist. Startled by him, her vintage glasses almost fell off but Greg's hand going through the scarlet hues of her hair stopped it. Suddenly his lips brushed hers, and in the heat of the moment she let herself get caught up in it. Rapidly she pulled away, though this hadn't been the first time they had shared an intimate moment since he hired her. "Greg…"

"Ruby, I can't help it." He whispered against her lips.

Ruby stared into his eyes seeing the mischief that was held there. "Why not?"

That infamous smirk came across his face, and Ruby regretted even asking. "You're just so hot when you're angry."

Ruby pushed him away, and rolled her eyes. "Call me later Mr. Sanders."

She walked away knowing that he watched her do so, and a smile etched across both of their faces. Greg was unaware that anyone else had seen the scene of affection they had shown and was surprised to hear a voice beside him. "New girlfriend, eh Greggo?"

Greg signed at the unfortunate nickname his coworker Nick Stokes had gifted to him. "Yeah something like that. Did Sara tell you about the book I'm writing?"

"Yeah, sometime about Vegas' history. Why?"

Greg's head nodded to the door. "That's my editor."

Nick just smiled at his younger friend.