Chapter Three

Over the course of the next few weeks, Greg and Keady became really close. They'd alternate between driving each other to and from work and taking each other out to dinner before work and breakfast after. She found him a bit strange. Ha ... a bit? Extremely. He'd listen to music while working, dancing and bobbing around the lab, he had a really weird fashion choice, and he drank way to much coffee.

"So, Canada." Greg had decided nicknaming her would be good fun, considering she had many to choose from. Keady, Kead, Canada, Tex, Stokes, Mads, Alex, Lewie ... the list went on forever. She had three for Greg. Greggo, Hojem and Sanders. They weren't very creative, but it was better than nothing.

"Yes, Greg?" She looked up from the samples she was currently running. He was leaning on the counter, facing her, with the usual smile tugging at his lips.

"How's dinner and a movie sound to you? ... eh?"

"Pfft, you can stop with the 'eh'. That's very stereotypical of you. And, it doesn't sound good at all, sorry."

"Ugh.How are we ever gonna get along if you won't let me take you out? For dinner. Sex."

"Greg."

"Yeah?"

"When'd you lose your virginity?"

" What?"

"When'd you lose your virginity?"

"Why are you -"

"Just tell me."

He looked at her strangely. "I was twenty two."

Keady had to laugh. He gave her a look for that, so she immediatly stopped.

"D'you love her?"

"What?"

"Or did you pick her up at a bar just to fuck her?"

"Wha- ... what are you doing? What does this have anything to do with our dinner?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to know."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. "When did you lose your virginity?" Greg was first to speak.

She didn't look at him, but answered the question anyway.

"I was uh ... fourteen."

"FOURTEEN?! Jesus ..."

"Hey! Shut-up!"

"Sorry. It's just ... wow. I wouldn't have thought you'd lose your virginity like that."

"I am not easy Greg. I've only had sex with him. No one else."

"Oh. Ok..." She looked at him, "I believe you! Coffee?"

She smiled at him, happy to change the subject. "Thanks."

He nodded and left the room so she got back to running samples. C'mon ... hit, hit. YES! Ok ... who's was this ... Catherine's. Right. She dialed in Catherine's phone.

"Hey, Cath. I, uh, got a hit off the DNA from the semen stain on the bed. No, it wasn't his. Seven markers in common though. Yeah, his son. Tell me about it. What kinda kid wants to have sex with his mom? Freud's theory, I guess. Kill the father, bang your mother." Greg walked in with two steaming mugs. "Thanks." She wispered, again he nodded and sat back on the counter across from her. "Ok. I'll talk to you later, Cath. Peace." She hung up. She sighed and looked up at him. "So."

"Yeah...you wanna see a movie?"

"No, Greg."

"Aw, you're no fun!"

"I am." She turned around and flipped on the radio. One of Greg's rocker songs came on. "Now, start working or you'll get fired!"

"They can't fire me. I'm the Shakespeare of the DNA lab."

"The Shakespeare?"

"Yeah."

"You know, some people think that one of his poems were written about a man?"

"I'm not gay."

"Alright. 'Cause, I wouldn't have any problems with it, Greg. I'm all for homosexuality. As long as you love a human, regardless of race or colour, you should -"

"I AM NOT GAY!"

"Good to know." Grissom walked in. "We need you to run these samples from the bloodstained pants to our six victims. 'Who thought the old man would have so much blood in him?'"

"Shakespeare." said Keady, and looked at Greg with a smile on her face. He looked at her with, what looked like a smile, but his eyes said Say anything and I'll kill you. "Sure thing, boss. Right away." Grissom left the lab and Keady and Greg got to work.

"Well." Greg sipped his coffee.

"Well, what?"

"Are we going for dinner or not?"