The next day at work, Jilaine was piecing a broken window back together to find the point of impact on the same case she had started her first day. Not all cases can be solved in an hour.

"What's this I hear about you and Greg?" Nick asked with a grin and leaned against the doorframe.

"What did you hear?" she asked and spun around in her chair.

"I heard you fell for his goofy charm."

"Couldn't help myself," she smiled.

"Consider yourself lucky. As much as we mess with him, he's a great guy."

"I know."

"And he got the hottest CSI to walk these halls since Catherine."

"Ahem," Sara said as she brushed past Nick to enter the room.

"And Sara," he added promptly.

"Thank you." Jilaine grinned and glanced at her window.

"This is taking forever," she groaned.

"Maybe you need some Greg love," Nick teased as he walked away. All of the guys in the lab were great. They had welcomed her openly and warmly, always making her feel like part of the team, part of the family, albeit a very dysfunctional one. Warrick and Nick were her brothers, Grissom the father, and Catherine the mother. Sara seemed really nice, very strong willed, and incredibly smart, but she was the only one that hadn't opened up to her. Everything takes time Jilaine thought.

"So what do you think?" she asked and glanced up at Sara who was standing over the window.

"Looks like the break was here," she answered and directed to the area. "Could have been a bullet."

"I thought about that, but I wondered if something different wasn't going on. I mean, I know the girl was shot, but she was shot in the other direction. It was said the vic was shot in the abdomen with the exit wound in her back, but every theory we have has her facing the window. If she was shot like that, the bullet would have been in one of the walls, not through the window."

"Very true. I'll go check the walls again." Jilaine nodded and glanced up from the glass.

"Hey, you want to go out tonight? Get some drinks?"

"Sure," Sara shrugged. She headed for the door to go to the scene of the crime and grinned. "But leave Greg at home." Jilaine shook her head with a laugh and walked to the lab.

"Hey," she greeted Greg as she walked in.

"Hey you," he said as he glanced up from a microscope. "What's up?"

"Wanted to see you. Oh, and Sara and I are going out tonight, is that okay?"

"Sure it is. Anything to turn in?"

"Nope." She watched him stare into the scope, his goggles hanging on the back of his neck and hair all messy, and couldn't help but grin. He seemed to make her do that a lot. "You are so cute," she said and kissed the top of his head, ruffling up his hair.

"Isn't he though?" Catherine teased as she came in. "Do you have my DNA?"

"Yeah, it's right here," he said and rolled his chair over to another table, rolling over Jilaine's foot in the process.

"Ow!" she whined and grabbed her toes.

"Greg!" Catherine admonished and walked over to observe her foot. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," Greg said and rolled his chair over to her. She flashed him a death stare.

"You get that chair within a foot of me and I'll kill you." Catherine laughed under her breath and watched as Greg whimpered.

"Oh no, the puppy dog eyes," she observed.

"You get them too?" Jilaine grinned and rubbed her toes again.

"Seven epithelials," Catherine read. "Thanks Greg. Don't kill your girlfriend."

"I'll try not to." He stood from his chair and looked down at her foot. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked softly.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Thanks."

"I'm sorry." He traced his fingertips down her jawline then brushed a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear.

"It's okay." She looked up into his brown eyes and sighed softly. "You're still cute." He grinned and placed a tiny kiss on her lips before walking back over to his microscope.

"So what inspired you going out with Sara? I thought she was the one person that wasn't really talking to you."

"She's not. Or wasn't. I don't know. I was thinking about it while we were looking at that window I've been working on and I thought it would be a good idea for us to get to know each other."

"You asked her?"

"Yeah," she shrugged. "And she said yes without too much thought, so I guess it's not like she hates me or anything."

"She doesn't hate you, she's just that kind of person. Nick's really open, Warrick's smooth and a little mysterious, and Sara's the blocked one. But once she lets you in you'll get along great."

"I guess we'll find out tonight."