The greatest day ever

"So has you can see all the epithelial cells are fresh, he would have to be with the victims at time of death to cause fresh epithelial cells to be found on them," explained Greg.

"But, Mr. Wolrahn lived with his wife and child, couldn't the cells have come from just living together," asked ADA Ellrick

"Cells get exchanged everyday, but these cells were fresh." Greg clicked the power point and showed a side by side comparison of three day old epithelial cells and the ones they found on the victim. "And according to Mr. Wolrahn's statement he hadn't seen his wife in three days. If that was the case, the cells would look like the slide on the left. However the cells we found on Mrs. Wolrahn and her son look like the cells on the right. That suggest the cells were exchanged at least within an hour time frame of death, placing him at the crime scene," said Greg.

"No more questions," said Ellrick walking back to her table.

"Does the defense have any questions?" asked the Judge. The defense was unprepared and he really couldn't fight what Greg had said and had no questions for Greg and he was dismissed.

Greg got off the stand and he had to fight the urge to dance on the table and walked back to the gallery. Oh god he loved the look and that son of bitch's face when he busted his alibi.

Yeah enjoy what time you have left outside of a cell douche bag, I hope some dude named Jim Bob makes you his prison bitch. Greg sat back and watched the other witnesses testify about how the jerk had treated his wife, the affairs and how he really didn't want the kid to start with and how his wife was finally going to dump his ass and start over.

Yeah a guy named Jim Bob and I hope he trades you for a pack of smokes! The judge called it a day and the jury would start looking over the case tomorrow morning. Greg went to get up and leave when the ADA caught up with him.

"Mr. Sanders." She gave him a megawatt smile and patted his back. "That testimony you gave will really help us convict that baby killing asshole. So what are your plans for dinner?" Greg had to grin, back in the day cute ADA's wouldn't have given him the time of day and he knew that if he wasn't with Jenna he would have been hooking up with Ellrick.

Wow how the times have changed. Ellrick was a very cute blond and was very slender, but he really had no interest in her. He was really looking forward to celebrating his kick ass moment with Jenna. He couldn't wait to see her face when he told her how he was a little bit responsible for making sure this guy didn't get away with murder.

"Actually, I have no dinner plans at the moment, but that may change." Ellrick smile dimmed a little.

"Girlfriend. I should have figured as much. Well, if she lets you off your chain, I'll be at the Tillerman's around six, my treat. Later." She got on the elevator and Greg had to shake his head.

Ladies are now throwing themselves at you and you don't give a damn…wow she really has your head turned?

Greg just walked down the stairs; Jenna did have his head turned. He really loved what they had together and he wasn't about to screw that up for anything. They had been seeing each other for over a year and were starting to have the relationship they got screwed out of years ago. He loved that he didn't have to go home to an empty apartment and that she would always be there to listen to him talk about his day no matter how shitty it was. He got into his car and decided to pick Jenna up some late lunch and see how she reacted to the open invitation.

She almost snorted out her gyro when he told about how Ellrick threw herself at him.

"Wow, many times did you flash that sexy smile around? I should have warned you what it does to people…especially women who are needy. If you want to go I have no issue with it." Greg looked up from his fries.

"Really?"

"Yeah, if you read between the lines of bullshit it's her way of saying you did a good job. You should be proud of yourself."

"I am and I wanted to take you out to dinner tonight to celebrate me burying that guy." Jenna frowned.

"I have a meeting to sort out my pre-signed contracts with the late Sam Braun. Since he's dead, his lawyers are seeing what my new contracts entailed and if I get to stay signed on with him. How does breakfast sound, I'll make you blintzes with strawberries on one condition."

"And what condition is that?"

"You have to wear that sexy suit to breakfast and I get to take if off afterwards." Now it was Greg's turn to choke on his gyro.

"Wow I thought Ellrick was direct, but you outdo her." Jenna gave him her evil grin and she walked over to where he was sitting and she played with his tie
"It's the tie; it makes me think naughty things." Greg just grinned at her.

"I'll wear it just for you…so what rooms do we have left?"

"Bathroom…hall closet."

"Sounds good."

"Just remember one thing about this dinner," said Jenna finished her gyro.

"What's that?"

"I have a museum policy with guys I date. You can look at anything you want, but if I find out that you touched it, I'll kill you."

"Rather harsh museum you're running there."

"It works though. I have to get back to work. So I'll see you in morning for breakfast." He gave her a kiss on the check.

"I'll be there." She smiled at him and he left her office.

Greg walked into the Tillerman's around six and spotted Ellrick at a table near the window. She had changed from her drab lawyer's outfit into a red Lyrca dress that calling it low cut was an understatement.

Oh god Jenna's is going to laugh her ass off when you tell her about this.

"ADA Ellrick," said Greg sitting down and she let out a laugh.

"Please we're not in court you can call me Allison."

"Ok, Allison." Greg was wondering what fresh hell he had gotten himself into when the waiter came to take their drink orders.

"Water please," said Greg.

"Nonsense, I would like a bottle of Pinot Grigio: Santa Margarita 2005."

"Wow…umm thanks, but I'll stick with the water." She flashed him that megawatt smile and gave the waiter the wine order.

"I told you it was my treat and you're not on shift." Greg was now really wondering what he had gotten himself into when she poured him a glass.

"Thanks," Greg took a sip and placed his dinner order for some sea bass.

"So your girlfriend let you off your chain," said Ellrick downing her glass.

"Actually, she told me that she had a museum policy that I can look at anything I want, but she'll kill me if I touch it." Ellrick laughed again and offered to pour Greg more wine and he shook his head no.

"I have to go on shift later on tonight." Ellrick gave him a look.

"She must be one hell of a woman. I'm plying you with free wine and food, I'm dressed rather slutly and I think you're the first man to ever turn me down." Greg shrugged.

"Don't take it personally…but I'm really in love with her. I've kind of been in love with her for a long time and while you're very hot you're not worth throwing away one of the greatest relationship I've ever been in." She nodded.

"So can we keep me throwing myself at you a secret?"

"I don't keep secrets from my girlfriend," said Greg sipping more of his wine.

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He unlocked the apartment door and wasn't surprised that Jenna wasn't there, she told him she would be meeting with lawyers and he had feeling it would tie her up almost all night. Gabriel gave him a look and went back to sleep. Greg made it a point to ruffle the cat's head when he walked into the living room. He flipped the lights on and sat the roses down and filled the vase he bought with water. He cut the roses and placed them in vase. Greg once told Nick that normal romance was boring and was more interested in a girl's DNA than her.

It's only boring if the girl is boring. And Jenna was far from boring and he was really looking forward to breakfast later on. He was down right giddy, today had kicked so much ass today. He grabbed his stuff for work and ruffled the cat's head again, causing him to glare at Greg.

"You know I love you!" said Greg before walking out.

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The lab was busy when Greg walked in and dropped his stuff off in his locker. He heard Mandy and Henry talking about a dish washer who had been beaten to death while walking to his car and supposedly a second victim was all ready en route to the hospital.

"I don't get senseless meaningless violence," said Mandy. "I can understand the old fashioned 'I came home and saw my wife screwing the pool boy violence' but this is retarded violence."

"Isn't all violence really pointless and retarded when you get down to it?" asked Henry.

"Oh come on, Greg…if you saw someone trying to hurt Jenna wouldn't you beat the shit out of them?" asked Mandy.

"She could probably kick their asses without my help. Is Grissom in?"

"No, he's still at a scene. Catherine needed some help with the first's victim's stuff," said Mandy.

"Oh congrats for nailing that guy! Way to represent the lab," said Henry. Greg shook his head and went to find Catherine. He soon found her in one of the layout rooms and he did a little mock catwalk for her and she grinned.

"Alright slick, so what's with the suit?"

"Today was my first jury trial." Catherine looked at her watch.

"Today ended, an hour and half ago." Greg shrugged.

"Well maybe I don't want the day to end." Catherine tossed him some evidence stickers.

"Well maybe you can help end my day a little faster and isolate some shoe patterns." Greg pulled out a pair of gloves and grabbed the victim's pants.

"So, how did you do?"

"So good the prosecutor took me to dinner," said Greg with a grin and Catherine raised her eyebrows.

"Female?"

"Ah, she was icing. I'm just happy to see a case from the crime scene to the court room. We freaking buried the guy it was bad ass, I dropped the hammer and he was squirming in his chair." Greg found five different patterns.

"I got three here on the tee shirt. This one open toed heel got around." Greg noticed a work boot pattern and pointed it out to Catherine and she gave him a look.

"What do you know about work boots? I'm willing to bet you haven't worked a day of hard labor in your life."

"I wore Doc Martins in high school, it was the style."

"Yeah for skin heads."

"They kind of ruined it for everyone," said Greg with a pout. Catherine looked over what she had collected and frowned.

"You know one victim was Hispanic, the other Jewish…maybe this was a hate crime." Greg looked at the post mortem photo of the first victim, the poor guy looked liked someone took a hammer to his face.

"Looks like hate to me."

"I don't get people anymore, just take the money and run, beating them to death or within an inch of their life is meaningless," said Catherine.

"Well isn't most of what we deal with daily meaningless?" asked Greg.

"Well at least they have us on their side." Greg nodded and continued helping Catherine piece the shoe patterns.