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Chapter 10
Greg quickly sat up in bed, his sleep being disturbed by the sound of a loud monkey screeching. He looked
around in a panic, wondering where the hell he was, his heart was beating quickly, his eyes darting around
the room.
Once he noticed the sounds of the monkey had stopped he heard a quiet giggling sound, as his eyes focused
he looked down to see Phoebe lying in bed beside him.
She couldn't help but smile at just how cute he looked, his hair, which was normally styled to look messy was
now just stuck in every which direction and he had a look of pure and utter confusion on his face.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, as he remembered where he was.
She pointed over at her alarm clock, "I've been lying here for half an hour waiting for it to go off," she told him
with a small laugh.
He raised his eyebrows, "And you didn't think to warn me… or switch it off?"
She grinned, "And miss that reaction? No way… besides you looked really cute…"
He smiled down at her, "You know you're not as innocent as I first thought."
She gave him a mischievous smile, "I never said I was innocent."
"Yeah… I'm starting to see that," he smiled, laying himself back down, his head resting on the pillow beside
her.
She grinned, "C'mon… we gotta get up, get to work," she told him.
He groaned, wrapping an arm round her waist, pulling her closer to him, "We have to?"
She laughed, "Yes."
"Man… I hate getting up in the afternoon," he sighed.
She smiled, "This makes a change, usually its you dragging me out of bed…"
"Yeah, we'll have to take it in turns to get each other up," he replied.
"I could set my alarm off again?" she tried.
He sat up, "Ok, ok, I'm up."
She laughed, "Thought that might work."
.
The past few weeks they had fallen into a pattern of spending their nights together at work, and days taking it
in turns to sleep at each others. Phoebe was feeling pretty happy with how things were going, and found she
rarely ever thought about her ex. It helped she hadn't seen him at work, and was sure Brass had something
to do with it. They still hadn't told anyone about their relationship, though she knew some of them knew.
.
It was an hour or so later and they were both walking out her apartment block to their cars. Greg had parked
his car besides hers that morning, and as they got to them he gave a quick kiss, before they both jumped into
their cars.
As Phoebe turned the key her car made a choking sound as it tried to start. She groaned, and waited a
moment before turning the key again, hoping it might start, but again it just make a choking sound as the
engine tried to start but failed.
She looked across at Greg, who was still sat in his car watching her. She got out the car, as he got out his, "It
won't start… it was fine this morning," she told him.
"Pop the hood," he told her, "It might be something simple,"
After having a quick look, they were unable to figure out what was wrong.
She shrugged, "Well we haven't really got time to do anything now… I'll get someone to come take a look at it
tomorrow… can I ride with you?"
"Of course," he smiled.
"Let me just grab my kit," she said.
.
That night Phoebe was working with Nick, they were in his car on their way to their crime scene, a DB in a
motel room downtown, when Nick couldn't help but say, "So… you and Greg coming in together now huh?"
Phoebe looked across at him and could see he was grinning to himself, "Yes… but I told you my car wouldn't
start, so Greg gave me a ride," she explained.
"Oh, so you uh, called him and asked him to pick you up?" he prodded.
She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he was trying to get at, "No… he was already at mine… but I'm sure
you already knew that," she said.
He gave a small laugh, "No… I was just wondering… that's all,"
"Whatever Nicky… I'm starting to get to know you pretty well by now… you know it would be easier if you just
came right out and asked me."
"Ok… are you and Greg dating?" he questioned.
She paused, "Yeah… I guess we are… I mean… we've been out on dates…. and… you know… stay at each
others…" she finished the last bit kinda quietly.
He smiled, glancing across at her, "Phoebe you know I'm just teasing, I'm happy for you guys," he assured
her.
She smiled at him, "Thanks Nick… you uh, wont say anything to anyone else though will you… I mean its just
that, well I don't know if dating a colleague is something we could get into trouble for…"
"I wouldn't have thought so… I mean its not really ideal, but as long as it doesn't affect your work I don't think
it should be a problem… but I wont say anything to anyone," he finished.
"Thank you," she smiled.
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Greg was back at the lab with some evidence to go through, he was working with Catherine that night and
she was still out at the crime scene. He headed into the AV lab looking for Archie, instead he found Warrick.
"Hi Warrick," he said, causing the other man to look up from the screen.
"Greg, hey," Warrick replied.
"You seen Archie?"
"He's on break," Warrick told him.
"Ok, thanks," Greg said, turning to leave.
"So you and Phoebe riding in together now?" he heard Warrick, and turned back to see him smiling to himself.
"Oh… uh, yeah, her car wouldn't start," Greg explained.
Warrick nodded, "Sure… so what, did you swing by hers on the way in?"
Greg stopped, looking at Warrick, taking in the grin on his face, "You been talking to Nick?"
Warrick laughed, "Maybe."
"I should have known he couldn't stay quiet," Greg cursed.
"C'mon Greg, what did you expect, we know Nick can't lie," Warrick reminded him. "So, you two an item now
then?" he prodded.
Greg paused, "I guess, we haven't really talked about it," he admitted.
Warrick gave him a smile, "Well, I'm happy for you guys."
"Thanks," Greg gave him a small smile, turning to leave, before pausing and turning back to Warrick, "Hey, you
wont say anything, will you?"
"I'll keep quiet," he assured him, "And you know I'll do a better job then Nick."
Greg gave him a small smile before finally turning and heading back out into the corridor.
.
Nick and Phoebe were at the crime scene for nearly 3 hours before they headed back to the lab with all their
evidence ready to process.
"I'll take the swabs we got straight to Mia," Phoebe said as they walked through reception.
"You're only doing that so I have to take the trace," Nick complained,
Phoebe laughed, "Aww, come on Nick, I know how much you like to go see Hodges… besides he's getting
better I think, well he's nicer to me now then he used to be," she said.
"That's only because he's trying to flirt with you," Nick teased.
Phoebe nudged him, "Shut up," she laughed.
They both stopped as they saw someone step in front of them blocking their path, looking up they saw it was,
"Chris," Phoebe sighed, she knew he would show his face again, she'd just been hoping it wouldn't be
any time soon.
"You and Stokes now?" Chris asked, looking at the two.
"Man, you really need to leave," Nick spoke up.
"It's ok Nick," Phoebe said, glancing at him before turning back to Chris, "Unless you have a reason to talk to
me then I'm gonna go get on with my work," she said, stepping around him. Nick did the same and followed
Phoebe as she continued down the hallway.
"We will talk about this Phoebe," Chris called after her.
She ignored him, carrying on into the lab, "You ok?" Nick asked as they rounded the corner and out of Chris's
sight.
"Yeah," she told him, giving him a small smile, "I'm not gonna let him get to me anymore," she replied.
"Good for you," Nick smiled.
.
It was almost 3 am, Nick and Phoebe had been working on the case, and were now waiting for the results
from DNA and trace before they could go any further, so decided to take a break.
As they got into the break room Nick headed straight for the refrigerator, pulling out a sandwich and a can of
soda before sitting down.
Phoebe poured herself some coffee, yawning slightly, she'd left her bag in her locker, which had the candy bar
she'd been craving all shift, "I'll be back in a sec," she told Nick, placing her cup on the table, "Just gonna go
get my bag… make sure no one steals that," she told him.
"Sure," he smiled, watching her go. As he began to eat his sandwich he looked up to see Greg walk in the
room, "Hey Greg."
"Hey," Greg replied, "Phoebe not with you?" he asked.
Nick nodded through his mouthful, "She just went to get her bag," he told him once he'd swallowed the piece
of sandwich.
"Thanks," Greg smiled, heading out the room.
Nick smiled, laughing quietly to himself.
.
As Phoebe pulled her locker open she looked to see where she'd thrown her bag, and jumped as she felt a
pair of hands cover her eyes. Smiling to herself she reached her own hands up to the ones over her eyes,
"Hey Greg."
"How did you know it was me?" he asked as she turned round to face him, his hands found hers, where they
rested at their sides.
"Easy… no one else touches me like that," she smiled.
He raised his eyebrows, "Really?" he grinned.
"Yeah…" she returned, wanting to kiss him, but remembering they were still at work.
"So, did you wanna stay at mine tonight, or should I say tomorrow?" he asked her.
"Sure… oh wait, I need to go home and get someone to come sort my car out," she remembered.
He nodded, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
"But uh… you can stay at mine?" she questioned.
He smiled, "Sounds good to me… but you won't wake me up with that alarm clock again though right?"
She laughed; "Maybe…" he raised his eyebrows, "Ok, I'll wake you up some other way."
He wriggled his eyebrows, "I'll look forward to that."
"Greg," she laughed, hitting him playfully, "C'mon, lets go back to the break room… before you start getting
any ideas in your head," she joked.
"I don't know what you mean," he replied innocently as she turned to grab her bag, before shutting the locker.
"Yeah… I'm sure," she returned as they headed out the locker room, they were stopped by Chris who was
stood just outside the doorway. He had a look on his face that gave Phoebe the impression he'd just watched
everything between her and Greg, "Chris… I thought I told you to leave," she tried.
"Yeah… and now I know why," he replied coldly, looking from her to Greg, "I wonder what your boss would say
about the two of you."
"Hey… what goes on between us is none of your business," Greg spoke up, stepping forward slightly, so he
was in-between Phoebe and Chris.
Phoebe placed a hand on his arm, "Its ok Greg… why don't you head to the break room, I'll be there in a
minute," she told him. He looked back at her, not convinced,
"Phoebe…"
"I'll be fine," she assured him.
Greg looked back at Chris before returning his look to Phoebe, "Ok, but if you're not there soon I'm coming
back to get you," he told her.
She gave him a small smile, "Ok."
"You better not do anything," he warned Chris before he walked slowly down the hall, taking one last look
back at them before he turned the corner.
Phoebe watched him go before turning back to Chris, "What are you doing?"
"Me? What am I doing? My god Phoebe… I never thought you were such a slut," he spat.
"What?" She was shocked.
"Oh come on, you were all over him… "he sneered.
"Get over yourself!" she threw back.
He stared at her, "I can't believe you're having sex with him… having sex with another man… Sanders of all the
people."
"What I do is none of your damn business, you lost all rights to my personal life when you started screwing
around behind my back," she shot back, turning to walk past him, he tried to grab her arm, but she pulled it
away angrily, "Not this time," she threw over her shoulder as she stormed away.
Chris watched her go, he could feel his cheeks burning red with anger, he stared for a moment longer before
turning and storming off in the opposite direction.
.
Once Phoebe had convinced both Nick and Greg that she was ok, and that seeing Chris hadn't bothered her
they finally let her get back to work and dropped the subject.
Her and Nick were looking over their crime scene photos, trying to decipher all the evidence. The sounds of
Phoebe's pager caused them to stop, as she looked down, "Its Hodges," she said looking up at Nick.
He laughed, shaking his head, "Man, I knew he'd page you… I told you he likes you Phoebe, maybe I should
warn Greg he has some competition" he teased.
"Whatever Nick," she muttered as the two headed out the room toward Hodges lab, Nick just laughed to
himself.
.
It was now morning, and they should have finished their shift a few hours ago, but were struggling to get
enough evidence together to get a warrant for their one and only suspect's DNA.
They went back into the lab to look over the evidence they already had, and had been there for a while when
Grissom came in,
"Hey guys, Brass told me about your case," he said.
"Yeah, we're just trying to see if we can find anything against this guy to get us a warrant for his DNA," Nick
said.
Grissom looked down at his watch, it was almost midday, "Listen, go home, get some sleep, come back later
and look over it with fresh eyes," he told them.
"Griss…" Phoebe began.
"It's not a question… you'll be better after some sleep," he told them.
They both nodded, "Okay boss," Nick spoke up.
"I'll see you tonight," Grissom said before leaving the room.
Phoebe turned to look at Nick, "I guess we should go home then,"
Nick nodded, "Yeah… you want a ride?" he asked.
"Oh… yeah, I forgot about my car," she sighed, "Oh… uh, I need to call Greg too," she remembered he was
going to come over.
"Sure, I'll put the evidence back," he told her standing up.
"I can help," she offered as she too stood up.
He smiled, "Its ok, you call Greg, it won't take me long," he assured her.
She gave him an appreciative smile as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket.
.
It was twenty minutes later and Nick was dropping Phoebe off at her apartment, "Thanks Nick," she smiled, as
she grabbed her kit from out the car.
"No problem," he smiled.
"I'll see you later," she said as she shut the door.
"Yeah, bye Phoebe," he called through the open window, watching for a moment as she headed toward the
entrance before he pulled his car out the parking lot.
.
She headed up the stairs, trying to pull her keys from her bag with her spare hand, as she got to her level she
headed down the hall, finally managing to pull the keys from her bag, she looked up as she reached her door
and stopped. The door was open, and there were clear signs of forced entry, she put her bag and kit on the
floor, pulling her cell phone from her pocket, quickly dialling Nicks number, he answered after a couple of rings,
"Stokes," came his voice though the phone.
"Nick… its me," she said in a hushed voice.
"Phoebe? Is everything ok?" he asked.
"No… someone's broken into my apartment… I don't know if they're still here or…" she trailed off.
"What… listen just hang tight, I'm coming back ok?" he told her.
"Thank you Nick," she replied.
"Ok… I won't be long," he promised, as he hung up the phone.
She placed her phone back in her pocket and slowly pulled her gun from the holster, she knew she should wait
for Nick, but for some reason she wanted to get in there, find out if there was someone there or not.
She slowly pushed the door open and peered in, it was dark, which wasn't surprising as she'd left all the
drapes closed the night before, she slowly headed down the hall into the living room, she had her gun held
out in front of her.
As she reached the living room she stopped, seeing the culprit sat on the sofa, clearly waiting for her,
"Chris?" she asked in disbelief.
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