"That is the funniest thing I've ever heard about Greg," Jilaine laughed over a margarita in a Vegas nightclub across a table from Sara.
"But it gets better," Sara said through her own laughter. "Then he falls, and he lands on Grissom."
"Oh no!"
"Grissom was like, 'Greg, is something wrong with your equilibrium?'" she said in a perfect impression, managing not to laugh just long enough to get the words out. "Greg was so embarrassed he didn't come out of the lab the rest of the day."
"He's never going to live that one down."
"No way, none of us will let him." Sara took a sip of her drink and let out another laugh. "He's definitely amusing."
"Oh God, I know." Jilaine paused and let a smile cross her face. "He's great though."
"He is. He's a genuine guy, and I love him to death, but I don't know how you deal with it. It takes a strong woman to handle him."
"He does like to be handled," Jilaine grinned and the girls cracked up again. "I am so glad we did this."
"So am I," Sara nodded. "You really love Greg, don't you?"
"I don't know. I mean, I do, but it's so early and so fast. I just met him on Monday and I haven't spent a night without him since. But it's only Saturday. It's not like me to let something like this happen. I'm such a levelheaded person. I really just can't stop it though." She smiled and added, "I don't want to."
"He's definitely one of the good ones." Sara grinned with her next thought. "But what the hell is with his hair?"
"I love his hair!" Jilaine laughed. "It's adorable!"
"Does he even do anything to it in the morning or does he just wake up like that?"
"You know what?" she answered with a grin and leaned over the table. "After he gets out of the shower, he gels it and then blow dries it."
"You have got to be joking!"
"No way. I guess his hair would qualify as an organized mess. It makes me sick though, because it still only takes him five minutes."
"Males," Sara scoffed. "Actually, I would bet money that Warrick spends an hour getting ready for work everyday."
"I wouldn't doubt it."
An hour or so later, Jilaine and Sara headed their separate ways, a new friendship formed. Jilaine pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward her apartment building, but with an afterthought pulled in a gas station and turned around. She was letting herself in Greg's apartment minutes later.
"Greg?" she called as she walked in and looked around. All of the lights were off, so she guessed he was in bed already and wandered to the bedroom. "Greg?" she asked again softly and climbed onto the bed in the dark, but he wasn't there. She sat up and looked around for a minute, trying to figure out where the hell he could be, and gave up and drove back to her apartment. When she opened the door, Greg was sitting on her couch watching Animal Planet.
"Did you know that although American domesticated cats have evolved from the Egyptian, their eye shape has generally remained the same?" he asked with a crooked grin.
"That's fascinating," she said overenthusiastically as she kicked her shoes off. "Tell me more!"
"Well, black cats are evil," he said and held up his fingers in the form of a cross.
"They are not," she laughed and plopped herself down next to him, immediately fitting into his arms. "How long have you been waiting?"
"An hour or so. I went home and took a shower and all that fun stuff first. How'd it go?"
"Surprisingly well. What's with you and the buzz saw?" Jilaine grinned.
"She told you the buzz saw story?! I was hoping you wouldn't hear that one."
"I thought it was cute."
"You would. You think everything I do is cute."
"Not everything," she defended. "Just…most things."
"Mmhmm. You know you want me."
"So? It would be pretty stupid to be spending all this time together if I didn't."
"Very true."
"So smart for a Cali boy," she teased.
"So worldly for a Wisconsin girl," Greg replied. "I'm glad you guys got along though."
"Yeah, me too. She's great. And she has good taste in clubs. Always a bonus." She rested her head on his shoulder and looked up at the television. "Cute cat."
"Yeah, he is cute." They watched the fluffy calico kitty play with a ball of yarn while the narrator explained cat reflexes. "We should get a cat."
"We should?"
"Yeah. I've always wanted a cat."
"Then let's go get a cat. Tomorrow before work."
"Okay. Where will we leave him?"
"Or her," Jilaine teased. "I don't know, I guess we could have joint custody. We stay together every night anyway, so we could just bring the cat to wherever we were."
"Or we could move in together."
"…Or that."
"You would?" he asked and looked down at her. She thought for a second before answering.
"Yeah. I'm still not completely settled in here, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal to move again."
"But I mean, you would move in with me?"
"Who else would I move in with, Warrick?" she asked with a tiny grin.
"No, no one else, hopefully. No other guys, anyway." He placed a kiss on her temple and snuggled his body against hers until they were both comfortable and fit together. "Should we wait on the cat until we're situated?"
"That would probably be the smart thing to do. It would be easier for us and easier on the kitty."
"What will we name our cat?" he asked and watched a different kitty play on the television.
"I don't know, depends on what it looks like and everything. Something cute."
"Fluffy. Or Mittens. I always thought Mittens was a cute name for a cat."
"I had a cat named Mittens when I was little."
"See?" he grinned. "Cute, wasn't it."
"Whatever it is, it will be cute, I'm sure. If you have anything to do with it."
