Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews and stuff. Hope you're enjoying it so far. Ok, um i kinda got in trouble so i wouldnt expect much from me for awhile. Sorry guys! But that's why i posted ch6 and 7 for ya'll in one day. Enjoy and review please! :D

Getting in the passenger seat, she buckled the seat belt as I got in and started the car.

"Hopefully Nick has food. Bet that guy has leftover steak in there."

I laughed, thinking of the Texan's big appetite. "That's a safe bet."

"Yeah." Skye smiled and looked around as I drove away from the building, looking everywhere, memorizing landmarks. "Hopefully he'll get there after I do so I can get a head start on eating whatever food he has."

"You don't have to, why don't we just go buy dinner?" I suggested.

She looked at me, "I don't have any money on me."

"I'll buy something for you."

Skye looked grateful but refused to take me up on my offer. "No, I can't. I like to buy my own food and not have someone else pay."

"Well, what do you do on dates? The guy pays."

"Is this a date, then?" She asked simply.

I didn't know what to say, I would've liked it to be considered as a date, but she might not think of it that way. I've only known her for just hours and it's going too fast.

"No, I'm just buying you dinner. Whether you like it or not." I said with a smile. "Think of it as a 'Welcome to Las Vegas and to the LVPD' dinner/breakfast."

Skye smiled and nodded. "All right. But nothing expensive. I'm perfectly fine with McDonald's."

"Not too expensive, but no fast food either. First breakfast in Vegas, and I don't want you eating some thousand calorie ham and cheese biscuit sandwich."

Laughing, Skye said, "Ok, Greg."

"There's this really good diner that the team goes to. It's a little off the Strip, and the food isn't 5 star, but it's pretty good." I said, looking at her.

"Sounds great." Skye smiled.

I drove there and took the long way, on the traffic induced Strip, just to make Skye happy. I showed her the landmarks and her eyes sparkled as much as the Strip lights did.

We got to the diner and found a booth. Sitting down, I handed her a menu. "Order whatever you like."

"I don't know what I want. Any suggestions?"

"Um, let's both try something I've never had. How bout that Hawaiian breakfast, and the Southwest breakfast." I said, scanning the menu.

"Ok. Who gets what?"

"You pick."

"I wanna try the Southwest one." Skye said. "Has peppers, I can handle that well, not sure if a California boy can handle the hotness."

"Is that a challenge?" I asked with a grin.

Her eyes danced daringly. "Maybe."

The waitress came over. "Hey guy, what would you like to order?"

"I would like to have the Southwest breakfast. And Miss Daredevil here would like the Hawaiian Brekkie." I said, eyes locked with Skye's blue eyes.

She took our orders and asked Skye what drink she wanted, took her order then mine and left.

"Well," Skye grinned. "I know I've only known you for half a day, but I already don't want to humiliate you by making you eat those peppers."

"I can handle them just as fine."

Skye looked at the menu. "You might wanna order something else too. Like a garnish of some sort."

"Why?"

"To make your foot taste better before you put it in your mouth." She laughed.

I laughed, but shook my head. "No way."

"Fine then, it's your humiliation." Skye flashed me a winning grin that made butterflies in my stomach crash into each other.

Her cell rang and she answered it. "Hello?"

I hope it's not that Ryan guy. We're having fun, and I don't want another guy to interrupt. Even if he's almost clear across the country.

And the guy on the other end was loud enough for me to hear, even without being on speaker. "SKYE ADRIANNA STOKES!!!"

"Nick--"

"WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"I'm with Greg. Relax, Nicky! Honestly, you need to quiet down. We're gonna eat something then Greg will drop me off at home, ok? So you and Erica have enough time to do whatever ya'll like. Just as long as I don't find out about it. I'll see you later, Nick. Don't worry bout me, I'm fine. Bye." She said and hung up. "That guy has to learn to chill sometimes."

"Well, his little cousin left him and is out and about in Las Vegas the first day getting here. I would worry too."

"Oh well. Erica's with him, I heard her in the background." Skye stated. "Nick has company and I got away from him. We're both happy."

The waitress brought us our food. "Here you go. Southwest for you, and Hawaiian for 'Miss Daredevil.' " The mid-age waitress chuckled, placing our food infront of us.

"Thank you." We thanked her and Skye stabbed a piece of ham and pineapple with her fork and tasted it cautiously.

"Ok, this is really good."

"Like these potatoes." I said, stuffing a forkful of chopped fried potatoes with red and green peppers in my mouth.

Skye smiled and using her fork, grabbed some off my plate and put it in her mouth.

"Careful, the peppers are spicy." I warned with a laugh.

After swallowing, Skye grabbed the salt shaker and sprinkled my potatoes with it.

I gave her a 'what are you doing to my food' look.

"Needed more salt. And they were not spicy, they were sweet peppers!"

"I know. And since you took my food, I want some of yours." I took some ham and pineapple, and ate it as Skye started to dump ketchup on her omelet.

"Ketchup on an omelet?" I made a disgusted face.

She nodded. "I don't like eggs by themselves."

"It has pineapples, cheese, other good stuff in it. I don't think it'll go well with ketchup." I said.

Shrugging, she took a ketchup-covered bite of her omelet. "It's good."

I cut into my own omelet and ate it. "Mine's better." As soon as I said it, a heat wave hit my tongue, and I started to cough.

Skye looked alarmed at first til she saw the remains of a jalapeño on my fork. Then she started to laugh. " 'I can handle them', yeah right!" She joked.

"My mouth is on fire, why don't you do something to help me out?!"

"Like how, want me to trade spit with you to cool it down?" She said, while calmly pulling my plate to her.

"It's not a bad idea." I said, fanning my mouth.

She picked the peppers out of the potatoes, dumped ketchup on it and pushed the plate back to me. "Eat the potatoes."

I did, and the fire left my mouth. "Thank god, that was hot."

She pointed at the pepper. "Jalapeño has no seed. You must've eaten them. The seeds are the hottest, you know."

I nodded.

"Potatoes, rice, and bread will cool it down."

"What about the ketchup?"

Skye laughed. "Hey, it worked in Scooby-Doo the movie."

I laughed. "Ok. Well, thanks for saving my mouth."

"No problem. You just gotta let me have a bite of your food now."

I pushed my plate to her and she took a piece of that fiery omelet and popped it in her mouth.

She swallowed and looked at me with a smirk.

"Nothing?" I ventured.

"Nothing." She nodded.

"Fail." I smiled a little and Skye laughed.

"It was. But it's ok."

"Can I have your omelet?" I asked.

She nodded and pushed her plate in the middle of the table, next to my plate. "Only if I can have yours."

I agreed and we talked, eating from both plates. Skye ate my omelet and her pineapple ham, while I ate her omelet and my own sweet pepper potatoes.

We were having just a fun time talking, we never had an awkward silence, with the both of us talking and keeping the conversation light and fun.

Skye was telling me about the time she got the chance to take a joyride around a racetrack in Miami in a Ferrari with one of her co-workers when a guy came up to us.

"Hey guys. Greg, looks like you have Lady Luck on your side."

I looked to see Warrick Brown and some girl stand with him at the table.

Skye grinned. "Hi Warrick."

"Hi Skye. Nice to see you…out on a date with Sanders…" He said, a bit like a question.

"He bought me dinner since I left my bag and money with Nick."

Skye neither denied nor confirmed the whole date thing, which still left me confused and hopeful.

Warrick smiled. "Aw, Greg, you're so sweet."

"Sweet as honey." I grinned, winking at Warrick's date who just smiled.

"I don't like honey." Warrick laughed.

Skye laughed. "Well, it was nice seein you."

"Wow, someone wants me to leave so she can have Sanders to herself." Warrick commented with a smirk. "Fine, I got the hint. See you two at work."

"Bye." We said together.

"Do other CSIs come in here?" Skye asked, finishing up her pineapple and ham.

"Yeah, for our breaks."

"That's cool." She said, nodding and took a sip of her soda.

I finished up my food and sat back. "Ok. I am totally full. I don't think I can drive."

"Then let me drive."

"Never mind, I feel better."

Skye laughed and pretended to look offended. "Come on, don't you trust me? I trusted you. You could've kidnapped me or something."

"But I didn't."

"Exactly. I trusted you. You can trust me to drive." Skye insisted.

I felt my car keys in my pocket and fingered them. "I don't know…"

"Please?" Skye asked and I looked at her and regretted it.

She was working her big blue eyes against me, and her lower lip stuck out in a puppy dog pout.

I handed her the keys. "Fine."

Skye grabbed them and grinned. "Yay!"

I paid for our food, left a tip; and followed Skye out of the diner.

We passed Warrick and his date, but Skye didn't notice.

"She got our keys?" Warrick asked.

I nodded, somewhat scared.

"Good luck." He laughed.

I made a face and left. Skye was in the driver's seat and I got in.

Starting the car, she looked at me. "You're gonna have to give me directions."

"Ok."

She pulled out and with my directions, hit the freeway.

I was gripping to the arm rest, slightly panicking. She was going over the speed limit and Vegas traffic was probably a whole different thing from traffic in middle-of-nowhere Texas.

5 minutes onto the interstate, Skye let her right hand fall off the steering wheel to grab my arm. "Greg, you need to relax. I can drive."

"You're going over the speed limit!"

She smiled. "I'm going 5 over the limit. Other people are going 15. Relax. If it makes you feel better, I'll go the exact speed limit." She said in a calm voice.

I felt stupid for over reacting. Skye was doing just fine, and I just couldn't think with her hand on mine. I relaxed and Skye went down to the speed limit.

Both hands on the wheel, she looked at me for a second. "There you go."

Skye turned on the radio and drove as I gave her directions. She was a good driver, and I relaxed completely.

Soon we were off the interstate and on a smaller road when Skye said, "You're lucky this car is almost out of gas, or else I seriously would've hit the gas."

"Man, I need to refuel. Erica using my car and uses all my gas." I whined.

Skye laughed. "My car's getting fixed in Miami."

"What happened to it?"

"My co-worker, Eric; he drove it and some drunk driver crashed into him."

"Oh, wow. How bad was it?"

"Not too bad. The guy t-boned him, but it wasn't too much damage. Eric was ok, that was the best part. The drunk paid for the damage too. The shop called and said it'd be here next week."

"That's great." I smiled.

Her eyes danced. "I know. I can't wait. Gotta find a place too. I don't wanna stay with Nicky forever."

"I wouldn't either." I joked.

Skye laughed and she turned into a smaller road, with townhouses on it. "Nick should be home now."

I shrugged. "I don't know. I wonder where my sister is."

Skye shrugged and slowed infront of a townhouse. "Nick's car is there."

She parked and got out. I did too, and Skye met me infront of the car.

"Thanks for everything, Greg." She smiled at me, grateful. "It was the best first day in Vegas ever, really."

"You're welcome, Skye." I said, unsure of whether to shake her hand, hug her or just continue standing there awkwardly.

Skye solved it for me, she hugged me.

I hugged her back, and I caught a whiff of her scent: Vanilla and lavender.

She smelled so good and I saw that she fit perfectly in my arms.

Skye let go and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok." I said, and got in my car as Skye walked to the townhouse and opened the door with her key. She went in and I started the car.

"Greg! Wait!" 2 voices yelled.

I looked to the townhouse and saw Skye standing there, holding a hand up.

Rolling down the windows, I yelled "What?"

"Hold on a sec, don't leave." She said back.

Waiting for 3 minutes, I saw Erica come out. She waved bye to Nick and Skye.

"Bye Erica, see you at work." The Stokes yelled and went inside.

Erica got in. "Hi Greg!" She said cheerfully.

"What were you doing at Nick's place?" I asked, suspicious.

"What was Skye doing with you? Did you go on a date? Did she kiss you?"

Erica always knew how to pester me. With annoying questions.

"Shut up, Erica." I said, driving away.

"Was it good?"

I had to remind myself to call my mom and apologize for killing her only daughter later.

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