I'd like to start out this chapter by responding to my readers:

SpectralLady—You read my mind! Tawny definitely needs a female role model. Lol, maybe Catherine can hire her to be Lindsey's babysitter.

Neovator—Yeah, I know what you mean about the age difference thing. I said the same thing about Ashton and Demi 'cuz I had the biggest crush on Ashton and then they say he's dating someone who could easily be his mom or aunt or something. Tawny's going to be eighteen in two months, but…GAAH! Greg's almost 30?!?! HOLY FISH STICKS!—Naw, I'm kidding. I knew he was in his late 20's. But at least that's fewer years than the Ashton/Demi age gap! But seriously…this story's one of those "age ain't nothing but a number" stories. Also, they really aren't gonna fall in love too fast.

Fwe—I agree! Greg is HOTT!! Lol, I remember that one episode when he was on the phone and he's like "I love you more! No, I love you more!" and I picked up my phone and said "No, I love YOU more!" and then my brother happened to be on the phone with his girlfriend at the moment, so he thought I was pretty demented. Sheesh, I need my own phone line.

Rob—Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything CSI except Tawny Martinez!

Rating: Still PG-13.

Sara walked into the break room, now desperate for a cup of coffee. She poured herself a cup and took a cautious sip. She sighed, relieved that it was Blue Hawaiian. She turned at the sound of rustling papers and saw Nick's cousin sitting there reading the Classified ads.

"Oh. Hi there, I'm Sara Sidle." Sara said. The girl smiled and shook her hand.

"I'm Tawny Martinez, Nick's cousin." She said. Sara nodded and sat in a chair across from her. Tawny looked down at the Classified ads and sighed. "I'm trying to find a job in here, but all I see are bookies, dancers and burger flippers." Sara smiled.

"Don't worry. That's not all that Vegas has to offer. You'll find something good." Sara said reassuringly. Tawny smiled. Greg burst in right that moment, looking smug.

"Sara, you are going to fall madly in love with me after this." He said holding up a paper.

"I doubt it," Sara said, grinning playfully. "What did you get?"

"The prints found on the steering wheel belong to none other than…drum roll, please…" Greg said, pausing to get a drum roll. Sara rolled her eyes, but Tawny grinned and did a little tapping noise on the table with her fingernails.

"…and the winner is…the jealous ex-wife!" Greg finished. Sarah frowned.

"Never saw that coming. Thanks, Greg." She said. Greg outstretched his arms like he deserved a hug, but Sara ducked under them and went off in search of Nick. Greg blinked and then dropped his arms. He went over to the table and sat in the chair Sara had just abandoned.

"What are you up to?" He asked Tawny.

"Trying to find a job that doesn't involve gambling, stripping, or burger-flipping." Tawny said, flipping a page. "Oooh, look: nanny for the evening! A dollar an hour…nah."

"Hey, there's a lab tech assistant wanted somewhere in there." Greg said, hiding a grin. Tawny looked at him. "Job description: Refill coffee cup and give occasional massage."

"Wow. That sounds fun! I might just apply." Tawny said sarcastically. There was silence as she traded the Classifieds for the Entertainment section and flipped to the comics. Greg smiled.

"The best part of the newspaper." Greg said. Tawny smiled.

"You bet." She said. She scanned over them.

"Anything good in there?"

"Not today." She flipped to the next page where there were announcements listed about upcoming events. Greg got up and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Want some?" He asked Tawny.

"No, thanks. Too much caffeine for me. I would get terribly hyper." Tawny replied. Greg was about to comment on that when his beeper went off, and he looked out the glass partition to see Grissom and Catherine waiting for him.

"Whoops. Seeya later." Greg said, and he went back to his lab. Tawny looked out the glass partition to see his spiky hair retreating down the hall towards the DNA lab. She thought it was adorable how the little strands of blonde and brown stuck out straight every which way. She remembered his air guitar solo from earlier, and it reminded her of how Nick Zinner played. She smiled and pretended to read her paper so that she wouldn't look suspicious. Overall, he seemed pretty cool to Tawny.

Nick walked into the break room and smiled at her while setting down a stack of papers on the table.

"Doin' alright?" He asked. She nodded.

"Met a few people, flirted, and talked. They're really nice." Tawny said quickly. Nick nodded, but then stopped suddenly. He looked at her.

"Flirted? With who?" He asked, smiling amusedly. She shrugged a little and her face turned pink.

"Greg." She said.

"So you think he's cute?" Nick asked.

"If you're gonna tell him, no. otherwise, yes." Tawny grinned. "I wonder how much time he takes working on that hairdo." Nick poured himself some coffee and shrugged.

"He's had a lot of off-the-wall hairdos." Nick said. "Mohawks, mushrooms…At one time, he had these three lines going across the side of his head." Tawny snorted at the mental pictures.

"I did this drastic hair coloring thing on my hair when I was 8, and my mom almost killed me. I bought one of those home hair coloring kits that you get at Wal-Mart and dyed my hair blonde and curled it." Tawny said. Nick laughed. "I guess I'm supposed to only have straight dark hair, 'cuz when I got out of that bathroom, I looked like some yellow poodle from hell." Nick was in the middle of a swig of coffee and had to grab a napkin to avoid spitting all over the table.

"I'm sorry!" Tawny said, grabbing more napkins and handing them to him. "Didn't mean to cause a spit take."

"That's alright." Nick said, dabbing at his mouth. "I guess I'm just not used to hearing 'yellow poodle from hell.'"

"Well, I like to use weird comparisons. They're fun to use 'cuz you get cool reactions from people, like spit takes." Tawny said, holding up the newspaper to hide her smiling face. Nick looked up at the back of the newspaper and grinned. She had his aunt's sense of humor. Warrick and Catherine walked into the break room and grabbed cups of coffee. Greg came in a few seconds later and looked devastated to see the coffeepot almost empty. Tawny lowered her paper.

"What's up with everyone drinking this much of my coffee?" He whined. Everyone with a coffee cup in the room took long swigs just to annoy him. He sighed and just sat down at the table.

"Tawny, have you met Warrick and Catherine?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, I met her earlier." Warrick said. Catherine sat on the other side of Nick.

"Hi, I'm Catherine Willows." Catherine said. Tawny smiled and shook her hand.

"Tawny Martinez."

"Hey, Cath, do you know any high schools nearby for Tawny?" Nick asked. Tawny looked up.

"Oh, I forgot I didn't tell you yet! I graduated already. I had been put up a grade in school." Tawny said. Nick looked slightly taken aback for a moment, and then he nodded.

"She's looking for a job." Greg explained for her. "I do need someone to refill my coffee and give me massages."

"Don't we all, Greg?" Catherine said.

"I didn't find anything in those Classifieds. Bookie, stripper, burger boy: top three most wanted jobs in Vegas." Tawny said. She didn't notice everyone exchanging glances with Catherine.

"Well, stripper and bookie are out of the question." Catherine said. "They're not all that great."

"You can be cash register for some store." Warrick suggested. Tawny sighed and nodded.

"I guess that'll do for now. I want to find some exciting job right away, but then I keep forgetting that I still need to go to college." Tawny said.

"You sounded just a little bit too much like Sara on that last one." Nick said. Sara came up behind him just then and stood behind his chair. "She's standing right behind me, isn't she?"

"Yes I am." Sara said, and took a seat next to him. Greg looked thoughtful.

"Actually, She didn't really sound like Sara on that last one. She would have to be saying something about no sleep and being a workaholic." Greg said. Sara looked at him. She didn't say anything, but gave one of her cute little frustrated sighs with just a hint of an annoyed grin on her face.

"I'm sorry, Sara. Let me give you a hug." Greg said, holding his arms out in front of him.

"No." She said, flatly.

"Chow, chow, chow, chow, chow, chow, chow, chow, chow, chow" Tawny whispered out of nowhere. They looked at her and noticed that she had her earphones on.

"Lemme see!" Greg said, hopping up. She gave him the head phones and he listened to the song. "Oh yeah, that's my Karen O!"

"Well," Catherine said, getting up. "I'd better be getting home. See y'all later."

"Yeah, I ought to be going, too." Warrick said. They all chorused their goodbyes, and then Warrick and Catherine left.

"Well, I should be turning in for the night. Gotta get Tawny settled in." Nick said, getting up. Tawny stood also and began gathering her things. Greg took off her headphones and began helping them with Tawny's luggage.

"See you guys later." Sara called as they left the break room and headed toward the parking lot. They loaded the stuff into Nick's trunk and the backseat, and then Greg headed off towards his car after Nick and Tawny left the parking lot.

After a few minutes of driving, Nick looked over at Tawny to ask her a question, but she had already fallen asleep against the headrest.

Bring on suggestions and comments, and remember: Greg is more sizzlin' than the PH of stomach acid!