AN: I do not own CSI or its characters.

5/1/2010: Revision

A pretty brunette, about 5'6", walked into the Las Vegas crime lab as her eyes searched for someone.

She walked past the front desk and the flustered looking woman behind it, figuring she would be able to find who she was looking for easily. She passed glassed room after glassed room and discovered she might have been wrong.

Music struck her ears and she turned to see where it was coming from. She suppressed a laugh as a man head banged to what seemed to be...Black Flag? Maybe, she was not sure, it was not exactly her type of music.

He looked like someone who would behind enough to help a lost soul like herself so she knocked on the door, though she doubted it would catch his attention.

"Hey rock star!" she called over his music.

He jumped up and turned the music off before he turned to see a woman who was, to put it in nicer terms, breath taking. His eyes went over her body covered in a tight blazer and just as tight jeans finished off in ballet flats as he tried to keep his balance. He thanked God that it was this goddess instead Grissom scolding him for his choice of music. He would take this girl over Grissom any day or night.

She smirked and leaned against the door frame coyly.

Greg Sanders composed himself and stood quickly before bowing, "How might I be of service to a pretty lady such as yourself?"
She giggled a bit, "Do you know where David Hodges is?"
His face contorted into a look of confusion, or even disgust, "Hodges? You want to see Hodges?"
"Yes, I do, that would be why I asked. Could you, please, point me in his direction?"

Greg blinked and pointed down the hall. She turned and saw Dave mere feet away and scolded herself from being so close to her destination yet not even noticing.

She turned back to the stranger, thanked him, and ran over to the room that he had directed her towards.

"Dave!"

David Hodges looked up from the microscope and turned to see a familiar girl running towards him. Surprise, happiness, and even some confusion rushed over him as he moved towards her and she jumped into his arms.

Greg watched the embrace from afar and the change in Hodges, who always seemed to be so grumpy was now almost jubilant.

The two finally broke apart, "Melissa, what are you doing here?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, as if it was no big deal, "It just wasn't working out for me back in LA and I missed you. I hope you don't mind."
"No, no, of course not. You can stay with me, if you want."
"That'd be great! I'll try not to stay too long, though, I don't want to intrude. Just until I can get my own place, alright?"
"Don't worry about it, Melissa."

Hodges threw his arm around her shoulders and led her back to his 'office,' where he continued his work and his talk with her at the same time.

"So what happened to...uh, Kurt was it?"
She looked around the room, wishing she did not have to talk about this, "Yeah, Kurt...well, I caught him with some groupie after a show so I left."
"Oh...I'm sorry?"
"Don't worry about it," she shrugged.
A new voice suddenly entered their conversation, "Hey Hodges, did you get the results on my-"
Hodges turned when he heard Warrick Brown's voice, "Couldn't get anything from it but it actually had some usable DNA on it so I sent it over to Sanders."
"Okay, thanks," Warrick said as he turned to leave.
Suddenly, though, Hodges felt like being sociable and called after him, "Wait, have you met Melissa?"
Warrick turned back, "No, I haven't."
Melissa shook the hand he offered and stared into his gorgeous bright eyes, "Nice to meet you."
"You too. So are you, uh, Hodge's... girlfriend?"
Hodges and Melissa both laughed but he answered for her, "No, Warrick, this is my sister. She just came in from Los Angeles."

By the face Warrick made at the news of being Hodge's sister, Melissa knew her brother's personality was not very well liked around the crime lab which made her crack a smile.

Warrick backed out the room as he had work to get to, "Well, it was nice meeting you Melissa."

She smiled as Warrick left the room to go find Greg.

Greg saw him coming and rolled back to the computer to print out his results.

"Hey Greggo, got something for me?"
"Sure do," Greg handed the piece of paper to him.
Warrick looked it over, "So did you see Hodges' sister?"
"That was his sister?"
"Yeah, just what I thought. No one that cute would actually date Hodges."

Greg felt strangely happy she was Hodges' sister and not his girlfriend, so much so that he felt it was acceptable if happened to glance at her a little more often than he already was. Which now meant he could stare.

Warrick waved a hand in front of Greg's face, "I think someone's got it bad for Hodges' sister," he teased.
Greg came back to reality and tried to act indifferent, "Nah, she's probably just like him. Imagine that?"
Warrick nodded, "Good point. Too bad though, she is pretty fine."

Greg agreed in his head as Warrick left the room and as he swiveled his chair back in the direction of Melissa Hodges.