*at Mario's*

Hortaio finally asked Fiona once the pasta arrived,"How are things

with lab boy in Vegas?".Fiona playfully countered,"His name's Greg

and things are great,in spite of being a few thousand miles

apart".She shared the joke he sent her before leaving for

dinner,"Something about DNA samples talking to the bullet fragment"

she explained.

"Typical Greg,but a good one" Hortaio had to smile.Dinners with Fiona

had become a ritual at least twice a week for them,she was his only

family and he had to keep a connection to her.They chatted of cases

and life on campus over dinner.Fiona being a sophmore at University

of Miami(forensic science major) and Horatio at the crime lab gave

the 2 plenty to talk about.But greg was still on Fiona's mind,she had

not been able to tell him what happened in Santa Fe.She was still

trying to heal from the fact she had been #17 on the Santa Fe

Rapist's hit parade."Work's going great,may get a few more hours next

week" Fiona added.She had been working at Coyote Cafe as a hostess to

make some spending and gas money.Her little red Sabb had become a

constance at the lab over the 2 months since moving to Miami