"You have no idea how long it's been since I've had a day off," Greg sighed over the phone after learning that Jilaine had been given her first day off, the following Saturday.
"Three weeks and two days. You've told me four times in the past five minutes," Jilaine grinned, glancing at the clock in her Tahoe as she drove home from another day of work. "Can't you just ask?"
"I'm scared to," he admitted. "I never know what Grissom's going to say to me."
"Want me to?"
"No. That would make it look like I was scared of him." After a long pause, she commented.
"You are, Greg."
"Shut up," he laughed. She heard his car brake and noticed the sudden lack of loud music blasting through her cell phone.
"Are you home already?"
"Nope. I'm at your place." She had to admire the bravery in that. The day before he had brought breakfast, then ended up staying and talking for hours. There wasn't a thing she didn't know about him. Well, there was one. She didn't know what to expect next. "I'm cooking you dinner."
"Oh, you think so?"
"Yep."
"I don't know, I was thinking that I wanted to cook for you."
"Too bad. Do it tomorrow." She laughed as she entered the parking lot and pulled in next to him.
"It's a good thing I like you, Sanders."
"Oh, so now you like me?" She had to blush as she reached for her CD wallet. How could anyone not like him? He was funny, smart, energetic, worked his ass off, and actually had a great ass.
"You're okay, I guess. For a lab tech."
"I'll have you know that being on the scene is not all it's cracked up to be."
"I already heard what happened when you went out into the field."
"Oh yeah? How I solved the case?"
"No, how you threw up." He flashed her car a wicked look, since he couldn't see her face as she looked behind her seat for something, and let out a tiny little smile. He hadn't expected to like her as much as he did. Physically, wow. She had long blonde hair that looked different every time he saw her, blue eyes that he swore saw straight through him, and hips that he was convinced she knew how to use. But there was more to her than that. Even though she cracked the typical lab tech jokes, he knew she didn't care. Most of the other CSIs, they all saw him as Greg the Lab Tech, or Greg the Guy who Processes Our DNA Evidence, but her…she saw him differently. To her, he was just Greg Sanders, the dorky but adorable guy who had befriended her when she knew no one else around. He was a friend. He prayed it was more than that.
"I did not throw up," he lied, hanging up the phone as they both exited their vehicles. "That's just something Nick made up."
"Because Nick has nothing better to do with his free time than make up stories about you?" she asked, her eyes glittering with humor.
"Exactly. That still makes him better than you though."
"Excuse me?"
"At least he doesn't sit around wondering what I would look like naked."
"Please, I don't do that."
"Right, just like I've never thought that about you."
"Now that I know is a lie," she laughed.
"How so?"
"You already suggested yesterday that you wanted to see me naked."
"When was this and where was I?" he asked, a crooked grin and false dazed look on his face.
"This was after breakfast, and you were sitting on my couch. I said you needed a shower and you said you would only take one if I went with you."
"That was just a desperate attempt to get laid."
"You said it, I didn't." He stopped to look at her, thinking of something really funny or wicked to say, but came up blank. She had continued walking with a huge grin plastered on her face that he couldn't see. However, he could see her hips swinging with just a little more sexuality than she used in the halls at work. Not that he had watched her when he was supposed to be working or anything.
"I have got to get with her," he mumbled to himself as he watched her take a couple of stairs, then jogged over to catch up.
