Greg knocked on the door to the lab where Alison was working. She glanced up, smiling.
"What are you doing here," Alison asked.
"I wanted to see how the case was coming. I finished up mine and thought that I could help before Mac sent me out on another." Greg said, putting a lab coat on. Alison was working on a homicide on the southside of town. It was reasonably straight forward, but there was a lot of evidence.
"Why don't you look over at those samples and see if you can find a match. I'm busy looking for trace." Greg walked over to her.
"Why are you giving me the easy job." Alison turned, looking up at him. He was close enough that his breath moved her hair.
"Simple, it's not." With that, she turned back to what she was doing. Greg waited a moment before walking over and looking at the stack of samples. She glanced over at him. He adjusted the microscope to his height. When she realized that she was staring at him, she pulled her eyes back to her work.
"You weren't kidding," Greg said. He spotted a music player in the corner. "What type of music do you listen to." Alison resisted the urge to look at him.
"Press play, and you will find out." Greg did as he was told, and a set of classical cello music greeted him. He growled, slightly closing his eyes at the sound. "You're into classical, but you said you liked my music." He said, doing his best to hide his disappointment. Alison laughs at his comment and the change in his tone.
"I do, but that is a copy of the pieces that are being played at a dinner this weekend. I always like to get a taste of what I'm getting myself into." Greg nodded, turning back to his work.
"Right, your Dad's the commissioner you have that ball this weekend." Alison groaned in frustration.
"Yeah, normally I don't go to things like this, but Erin has a thing with Nicky and can't go." She grabbed a hair off the shirt, putting it a container to be tested.
"Why don't you normally go." Alison was so focused on what she was doing that she answered without thinking.
"Erin is like them, and my dad can show off his oldest daughter that is a lawyer, and finding a dress that doesn't show my scars is not fun." Greg froze then glanced over at her. He hadn't seen any scars, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Alison looked sick as she glanced over at him. Her face growing red. He tried to find the right thing to say.
"I bet you look nice in anything you ware." Greg quickly turned back to the samples so he couldn't see her reactions. He closed his eyes as the silence grew. Why did he say that? She was quit, and he could feel her looking at him.
"Thank you." Was all she said, and Greg let out a silent breath.