Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter! Also I changed a bit in the last chapter, so anyone who read the four months later thing should probably re-read. Sorry for the inconvenience!

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"A Pink concert?!" Riley shouted over the noise of the crowd.

"You wanted to go out!" replied Greg, grabbing Riley's hand and leading her through the crowd.

"You're lucky I like Pink!"

Greg rolled his eyes, and tugged at Riley's hand again as he lead her closer to the stage.

"Come on, it's starting" said Greg, just as 'So What' started to play.

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Catherine hated doubles. Almost as much as she hated Lindsay's new boyfriend. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating; Lindsay's boyfriend was much worse. But that wasn't the point. No, the point was that Grissom, with his mind stuck in Sara 'Absentee' Sidle land, had given Greg the day off, when they were already short-handed. Not that Greg was much help when he was around. While Grissom's thoughts were on Sara, his were on Riley. And they thought that they were doing a magnificent job hiding their infatuations.

"At least Gil's at work. Greg's probably over at Riley's place playing tonsil hockey.

"Come on Cath," said Nick excitedly as he entered the room, "Brass got us an interrogation with the suspect, let's go."

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The two CSIs were on Riley's couch, laughing at George Costanza. They had caught the show midway, and after a few minutes the credits began to roll.

Riley turned to Greg. Her eyes seemed to be searching Greg's, as her hand entangled itself in his hair. Her eyes never left his, even as she closed the space between them. The kiss was soft and gentle. They pulled apart, stuck in a divine trance. They kissed again, this time deeply, but they did not wander any further.

That changed though, when Riley's hands found their way under Greg's shirt, moving up him chest. The world whizzed by, as cloths hit the floor. The two made love as they stumbled to the bedroom. Riley slammed Greg onto the bed, kissing her way down his neck. Greg leaned into her touch, and pulled her back up to his mouth.

Greg was falling fast. He felt no need to halt his descent into that peaceful abyss, because the truth was, as he knew, that if he stopped he would see the world; the world that was an abyss of its own. So Greg remained blissfully unaware. Unaware that Catherine was re-evaluating her entire relationship with Warrick, and then realizing there was no point in doing so. Unaware that Nick was wondering if it was really worth it to interrogate a murderer only to find that he would never regret his sin; wondering if a punch or two would make it worth while. Unaware that the only things Grissom and Sara thought about were each other. Unaware that their fallen friend was watching over the team, and wondering what went wrong.

Unaware that at that moment, the two lovers were the silver lining in the cloud.

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Greg lay on his back, looking over at Riley, whose was propped up on her elbow, as she traced the scars on his back.

"This one?" she whispered, fingering a scar near his shoulder blades.

"Lab Explosion."

"And this one?" she asked, circling a round scar on the small of his back.

"The beating. Some chick's heel," he replied flipping onto his side, and mirroring Riley's position.

"I don't suppose you have any scars," he said knowingly. "You perfectionist types!" he scoffed.

Riley laughed and Greg felt himself melt into her clutches, as he curled himself around her.

"So are we a couple then?" Greg felt Riley's body vibrate in time to her voice.

"It doesn't matter," he said, snuggling into her neck and inhaling her scent. "Let's just sleep for awhile..."

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"You're Late," hissed Catherine, her annoyance seeping through.

"Sorry Cath, I was...busy," he said, smiling.

"Look Greg, in case you've forgotten, Grissom gave you the night off last shift. You've got a 419 with Nick, so clear you're mind of whoever you did and get to work."

"What makes you think I did anyone?" said Greg, slightly taken aback.

"'Cause you're grinning like a Cheshire Cat," she droned walking away.

"I slept alone last night, Cath!" shouted Greg, to her retreating back.

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Riley leaned against the kitchen counter, grinning into her coffee cup. Giddiness, caused by both caffeine and her adventure earlier, was coursing through her veins. It made her want to call Greg back over; to go on a first date maybe; maybe just have sex again.

"Yeah, I like that idea better" thought Riley, closing her eyes, and feeling Greg all over her. She picked up her, ready to make Greg fake a family emergency and come home.

"No," she told herself, "You're not in high-school anymore." But even as she said she felt just the opposite. Greg made her feel like she was sixteen again, doing Jason Bailey; having sex for the first time.

She dialed a number she knew by heart.

"I just did Greg Sanders," she said into the phone.

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