Unknown to Anyone

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Author's note: Please (x 100) review. I live on the happiness that comes from reviews. Oh. And this story is a bit strange. Greg is CSI Level 2 but the team hasn't split up. It's not realistic, but I can dream, can't I? Sorry about the sap in the front part.

Chapter 3: Of Familiar Faces and Toilet Doors

He seemed so very familiar, like she had seen him somewhere before. The words of Yogi Berra ran through her head. "It's like dé·jà vu all over again." She frowned slightly. (Since when had she been reading Yogi Berra quotes?) Greg smiled, like he had remembered something.

" Oh right, now I remember. Griss told us about you like, last week. Well, nice to meet you. I'm Greg Sanders, by the way." He stuck out a hand, waiting for her to take it. She gave him a small smile and shook his hand. Her skin tingled when she took his hand. She forced herself to look into his eyes, a friendly honey- brown. She smiled a wee bit bigger and Greg winked at her.

Grissom interrupted their little rendezvous with him rushing into the room with several pieces of paper in hand.

" Okay Kiddos, we got crimes to solve." Ava sighed. For once in her whole career life, she didn't feel like doing work. She just felt like drowning in the intoxicating brown of Greg's eyes.

The night was pretty relaxed, with not many major cases. A couple of suicides, a bank robbery, Ava was done at the crime scene fast enough to have one hour to spare before she could leave work. She was under Grissom's supervision for the first week, so that he could make sure that she was the capable worker that her boss had said she was.

Ava headed back to the lab with Grissom and ran a few errands, running some fingerprints through AFIS, sending some samples to Trace, collecting results. She had been assigned a murder case, but the culprit had been surprisingly stupid and left the murder weapon and gloves behind. All she had to do was to find a main suspect and Grissom would take it from there. She headed for the Break Room, hoping for some tea, but was unfortunately out of luck. Sighing and grumbling under her breath, she headed for the loo. At the corner, she didn't see a man around the bend and she knocked into him, falling to the floor painfully. Ava lay on the floor, taking in the jarring pain, and waiting for some sort of apology. Instead all she got was an unfriendly,

" So, you're the new girl who joined Graveyard, huh? Well, next time, watch where you're going."

Her blood boiled with anger. What a nice man, she thought, such good manners. She sighed. The receptionist was looking at her strangely. Oh, right, she was still lying on the floor. Ava sighed again, staring up into the ceiling of the crime lab.

Her first night here and she already felt so miserable.

A familiar head came into sight. Spiked hair, brown eyes. She knew the face but couldn't recall the name. Oh! Greg! Sanders! He looked up at the ceiling.

"The ceiling must be wonderful to look at after a nasty fall." Ava laughed. She pushed herself off the ground reluctantly, even though the ground had to be quite disgustingly dirty.

" I saw Ecklie knock you down." He informed her.

" Oh, is that the name of Mr. Manners? Ecklie. Kind of has an unpleasant ring to it, don't you think?" She replied. She regretted it the moment the words left her mouth. It had sounded stupid. Wait. He was laughing. He must be on drugs.

" Yeah, as a matter of fact, that is his name. Conrad Ecklie, head of Dayshift." He said.

" Ugh. What a prick." She felt waves of disgust go through her. Uh-oh. Her bladder was screaming for Toilet Bowl Relief.

" I kind of need the toilet. It's to the left, right?" Why did she ask that question? She remembered the directions that Sara had given to her earlier. He nodded.

" So I guess I'll see you around?" She said. He smiled. She walked away from him, looking over her shoulder at him, coffee cup in hand and styled hair still spiky. She waved. He waved back. Was this a dream? He was actually talking to her! She was still looking back at him when reality kicked in and without watching where she was going, she banged into the toilet door. Oh God.This was so embarrassing.