"Jilaine," Warrick repeated for the fourth time.
"Yeah?" she said, shaking her head to bring her back to reality.
"Where have you been? I've been trying to explain this pattern to you for a good two minutes."
"Sorry," she blushed. "I completely spaced out. You've got me now." He rehashed his explanation for the third time and she nodded. "So the blow was to the back of the head, not the front of the head as we had pictured."
"Right." He opened a file and read through a new reading from Archie, then looked up at her, still somewhat clueless in adapting to her new job straight out of college. "Why don't you go see if Greg has our processing done?" he offered, noticing her clueless expression.
"Sure!" That was a little overenthusiastic she thought.
"Okay," Warrick said, an odd look on his face. She walked down to the lab, practically hopping her way there, and pulled the door open giddily.
"Hey Greg," she greeted, sitting in the chair next to his.
"Hey," he grinned. "Come for your groom?"
"Come for my evidence."
"Aww, come on."
"Greg, the readings," she said, maintaining a serious countenance, but unable to avoid her blush.
"Okay, here you go. And in my usual manner, I will present them in some way found completely inappropriate and annoying." He grabbed the sheets of paper from the printer and held them just out of her reach. "What'll you do for them?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
"What kind of a question is that?"
"A fair one. Just answer it."
"Just give me the readings," she sighed.
"I'll trade you."
"For what?"
"For…" He searched his brain for a quick answer, and when he found one, a huge grin crossed his lips. "A kiss."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Nope, sorry." She stared at him blankly and he held her gaze then looked away awkwardly. "Okay, you don't have to," he mumbled. She scanned her face with his eyes and could tell she had hurt his feelings, or at least his pride.
"Greg," she started softly.
"No, you don't have to explain. I shouldn't have said that." He handed her the readings and stood up, walking over to his scanning machine. She felt her heart sink to the floor. She hadn't meant anything by taking so long; she was just in shock. Without even a single glance at her readings, she stood and walked over to where he was, resting her hand over his.
"You should always say what you're thinking." She placed a soft kiss on his cheek and without another word, walked out of the lab. Yet again he found himself watching her leave a room.
"That woman is going to be the death of me," he mumbled and ran a hand through his messy hair.
