Title: The Coffee Shop
Pairing: Greg/OC
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: None of this is true. And I own none of the characters. Not one of them. (Unfortunately!)

A/N: Another fic I wrote a while back & forgot about!


Greg wearily wound his way through the busy pedestrian traffic between his car and the coffee shop. He had worked overtime on his previous shift and had slept poorly afterwards. He knew exactly what would perk him up, a great big steaming mug of his favourite coffee. Unfortunately he had finished the pack off the previous day, so was now in dire need of his caffeine hit. He walked through the door of Java Joe's and the warming smell of coffee percolating filled his nostrils and warmed him to the core. The past week had been unusually chilly for early autumn in Las Vegas, so he was especially grateful for the warming sensation he felt upon entering the shop. He waved to the owner, Joe, stood behind the counter and headed over to his favourite place in the shop, the shelf where his beloved Hawaiian Blue was stored. To his surprise there was only one packet left on the shelf, he obviously was not the only local with expensive taste in coffee! He reached his hand out to pick up the final packet, completely oblivious to the woman next to him reaching out to do exactly the same. Their hands brushed lightly against each other as they both gripped the packet, sending minor shockwaves up both of their arms. They turned to face each other as their brains registered the presence of the other. "Oh, sorry!" They exclaimed simultaneously. "You take it." They chorused as they both let go of the packet, which seemed to fall to the floor in slow-motion, slowly turning over and over as it fell. The sound of coffee beans spilling on the floor broke them both out of their reverie. They simultaneously bent down to scoop up the freed coffee beans, their heads colliding as they leant over. "Ouch!" They both exclaimed as they stood upright, before simultaneously bursting into laughter as the hilarity of their situation hit them.

Joe stepped out from behind his counter to inspect the damage. "You crazy youngsters, what do you do to my shop huh? Look, beans everywhere, now I have to clean!" He smiled as he spoke, Joe could never be mad at his two favourite customers; they both spent far too much money in his shop for that. He disappeared behind the counter and returned seconds later with a brush and dustpan. "You two sit down, Lola will bring you coffee, on the house for my favourite two customers." Greg and the woman sat down at the nearest table, still rubbing their banged heads, while Joe knelt down to sweep up the spilled beans. Greg offered his hand to the woman across the table as he spoke. "I'm Greg Sanders." She took his hand and shook it delicately as she replied. "I'm Faith Edwards. How's your head?" They both grinned as they recalled their shared clumsiness. "Well, it certainly woke me up, I can tell you!" Greg replied, finally taking in the details of the woman across the table from him. Shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, bright brown eyes, and a friendly smile. Not forgetting the small lump that was appearing on her forehead where their heads had collided. There was something special about Faith that Greg could not quite pinpoint, but he intended to find out.


Greg Sanders was easily the happiest CSI on the graveyard shift that night, his colleagues still weary from the extra hours they had all put in on the previous shift. The sense of exhaustion was almost palpable in the break room as Greg walked in, a grin touching the corners of his lips. "Yo G!" Hailed Nick Stokes as he registered Greg's presence in the room. "Hey man." Returned Greg. "How's things?"
"Been better, I seem to spend most my life in this place at the moment man." Replied Nick, shaking his head as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Anyway G, you look pretty pleased with yourself, what's going on with you?" Greg grinned widely before replying. "Nothing, nothing's going on with me."
"So what's with the big smile man? You're grinning like a Cheshire cat!" Teased Nick. "I'm just happy," Greg replied, defensively. "There's nothing wrong with that!" Nick returned Greg's smile as he replied, "It's what you're happy about that worries me!"