Thanks to her amazing mood, Cleo wasn't even bothered by the wolf whistles coming from Nick. Instead she spent the rest of her day thinking, something she rarely got to do.

One thing she thought about most was how she met Greg…

"Well, he is one mighty fine sample… What d'ya think Cleopatra?" Cleo rolled her eyes, already annoyed by girl who was accompanying her to work for their first day. They'd both met up at an open day, and according to her, they were now 'best buddies'.

"My name is Cleo, Jamie." Jamie rolled her eyes and giggled, obviously not hearing the pissed tone in Cleo's voice. Cleo wasn't short for anything. Especially not Cleopatra.

"Yeah, isn't your younger brother Ptolemy? Aren't you going to marry him…?" Cleo was about to slap Jamie, when they bumped into their supervisor, Catherine Willows.

"No incest in the lab please ladies. Not on your first day, anyway…" Cleo laughed a deep throaty laugh, while Jamie blushed. Catherine introduced herself, explained the rules and told Jamie she was in the wrong place. "You're in day sweetie." And that was the last of Jamie, who waved to Cleo and went.

"Thanks," Catherine looked surprised.

"For what Cleo?"

"Getting rid of her. She didn't stop calling me Cleopatra…"

"And that's where the Ptolemy joke came from I'm guessing?" Cleo laughed and nodded her head. She knew she was going to like Catherine Willows. Catherine showed her the lab, told her to where to find everyone if she was feeling lost, and went on her way. Cleo donned a lab coat, put on her glasses, and thanked God that Catherine hadn't pointed out her hair or her accent. Her hair was purple this month, (she thought pink was a bit too outrageous for the first day) and was cut short, so it didn't get in the way. She looked around and sighed. This was nice, she thought.

"So you're the new DNA girl then?" She turned towards the door and smiled. Nick Stokes, the guy she'd met for her interview, "Cleo?" she nodded shyly, completely out of character. Nick smiled, "thought you'd get the job, you were awesome." Cleo smiled and nodded again.

"Thanks for being so nice to me on my interview Nick, it was really helpful." Nick grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

"Pretty girl who's nice and good at her job? How could anyone say no? And you've got an awesome name. Not to mention your hair… Greg is gonna have a field day on that one." Cleo obviously looked confused, because then Nick went on to explain, "Greg was a DNA tech, then he thought that was too boring so he became a CSI."

"You calling me boring Stokes?" Cleo asked, eyebrow raised.

"Not at all Queenie, not at all." Cleo grinned as he saluted her, "I'll come by later, make sure Hodges doesn't kill you, kay?"

"Kay commoner." Cleo waved Nick goodbye, winking as she did, and went back to looking around the lab. She hoped one day she would know everyone like Nick did, with nicknames and everything. She pulled out her phone and sighed. Multiple texts from multiple family members, checking she hadn't been killed yet. She laughed at a text from her mum, which mentioned the Las Vegas crime statistics, when she heard someone clear their throat from behind her.

"Nice hair." That voice she recognised. Slowly turning to face him, she rolled her eyes.

"Just because my accent, hair and name are slightly out of the ordinary Hodges, doesn't mean you can mock me." He smirked at her, and then moved back to the other lab, obviously not bothered by her enough yet. Cleo sighed. This was kind of dull. She was expecting at least one case.

"Hannah, I have some epithelials for you to test for the serial killer…" Cleo turned around to see a thirty something CSI who looked incredibly confused.

"Hannah's not here at the moment, can I take a message?" Oh no, she was flirting. Already? This guy was fit, it had to be said, but it was not the time.

"Ha ha very funny, who are you?" Cleo's smile was reduced slightly by his annoyed tone. Don't mess with him then…

"Cleo Baker, new DNA tech person. Don't call me Cleopatra cos that is not my name and my brother's name is not Ptolemy, and incest is not my thing." The CSI smiled slightly, handing her the plastic bag, so Cleo decided to keep going, "I'd also prefer no mention about my hair, cos yeah, I know, it's odd. Oh, and just for a heads up, it changes monthly, possibly weekly, depends on the mood." The CSI gave her an awed look.

"Greg Sanders at your service ma'am…" Cleo looked at him.

"You're Greg? Hmm, and Nick said you were fun."

Cleo remembered Greg desperately trying to prove to her that he was fun. He began to change his hair every couple of months, gave her coffee tips, even sang to her. Nick said it was amazing. He hadn't seen Greg like this for years.

"It's probably your charm Queenie, you know, with your fiery red hair…"

Cleo had to agree with him there.