Chapter Seven

"You know Greg, you really need a female in your life." Nick laughed as he, Warrick and Greg sat at the break room table, Greg eyeing Keady who was in the hallway on her cellphone.

"Shut-up."

"Dude, just give up on her. She's got a man now. What's his name? Jake, Jack..." Warrick went through a list of names, all of them Nick shaking his head to.

"His name is Ryan, ya jackass. Pay attention to the girl." Greg's eyes never left Keady's body once.

"Right! From Miami ... I think she's got a thing for those Miamians."

"Miamians?!" Nick laughed his ass off.

"Hey," Greg's gaze finally left Keady as she turned around toward the break room, "if she wants to get into that whole long distance thing, it's fine with me. We decided years ago we'll be just friends. It wouldn't work out between us, anyway."

"Hey, men."

"Hey Keady."

"Hi, Kead."

"Hello."

"Alright, I'm gonna go see what's taking Hodges so long with those comparisons. Comin', 'Rick?" Nick and Warrick got up from the table and headed toward the trace lab.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Keady grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down.

"Mmmm...nothing really. Just the game last night."

"Oh, you were talking about football?"

"Uh, as it happens, I was! What's wrong with that?"

"Ok, who won?"

Greg stared blankly at the cup of coffee in his hands. Keady just shook her head.

"You, Mr. Sanders, are completly hopeless."

"COMPLETLY?!" Greg put on his best puppy face and widened his eyes, Keady noticed they immediatly turned to a darker shade of brown. Oh, the brown of his eyes. She loved them so much.

"Well, maybe not completly." she smiled and kissed his head. "I'll talk to you later?"

"Definatly." he watched her as she made her way down the mall, taking out her cellphone again. He sighed and stood up. That's when his cellphone rang. Great. So much for a slow night. There's Grissom calling.

"Sanders."

"Greg Sanders. There's a voice I haven't heard in a while."

"Um. Who is this?"

"I'm hurt you don't know. Stacy. Stacy Maxwell? Back in Stanford, Greg."

"I know who you are, Stacy. What do you want?"

"You'll never guess where I am. Las Vegas! I'm staying in the Wynn and remembered you moved here! How's about we-"

"No way, Maxwell. I am not talking to you , and I am definatly not getting together with you."

"Oh. C'mon, Greggie! I miss you, I know you miss me. Remember the night we had? You should've seen the look on your face ..."

"Yeah, too bad I missed it. Too bad I also missed our date with, who was it? Oh, yeah! Ben Lewis. Too bad I missed the dinner, the goodnight kiss, the sex ..."

"Greg. Me and Ben broke up that night. I loved you. I want to give us another chance! Don't tell me you're still a virgin, Greg ..."

Greg moaned and rolled his eyes, he then turned toward the fingerprint lab and noticed Keady, still on her cellphone, lauging at something that Ryan guy must've said. He then sighed, and turned away.

"Alright, Stacy. I'll meet you at Mix at ... seven. Ok?"

"Great. See you then Greg."

"And don't bring any strangers!"

He heard the dialtone as he looked out to the fingerprint lab and saw Keady laughing and smiling more than ever.