A/N – Well, I appreciate the reviews I've gotten so far, thanks, and I know this chapter isn't very long … but it's late, and I wanted to have a chap up before I went to bed … so, hopefully I'll have another up tomorrow …

I don't own CSI, only Madison ... and Eric Szmanda … if that restraining order ever lets up …

Chapter 2

The lab was filled with loud music, and Madison had her head hunched over a microscope, while Greg sat next to her, swaying his head and arms to the music. She pulled her head back, and pointed down to the slide, grinning, "Female, an irregular strain of hair. It's thin, I'm thinking … a strain of dwarfism?"

Greg dropped his head, making a defeated grunting sound, "Man! That's the fourth epithelial you've matched. Damn, you are," he looked at her a moment, shaking his head, "You're a Cyborg. That's it, Grissom sent in a robot tech … its genius."

Madison grinned, "Is that a round about way of asking if I can do the robot?" she laughed softly, then swayed her arms stiffly, "Because … yes, yes I can."

Greg laughed back, and leaned into her, "No, seriously … you are too … insanely genius."

"Insane … I can attest to that … but I'd have to tone down the genius … unless it's evil genius, I think I could swing that," Madison flexed her fingers and squinted her eyes together, grinning darkly, "Don't you think?"

Greg brought a hand up to his chest, sighing dramatically, "Of, another flocks to the dark side, why, oh why …"

"Better health plan." Madison shrugged.

Greg his head, and stood up, cranking his music up louder, "Maybe if I increase the transmitter, I can disrupt your neural brain wave patterns."

"Now who's the evil genius?" Madison laughed, before turning her head to see Catherine and Warrick standing in the doorway to the lab.

Madison, bowed her head and grinned, trying to gesture to Greg with her hands. Greg, who had been bobbing his head, and scuffing his feet on the floor to the music, turing around during an instrumental, and spotted the two CSI's. he shot his hand up and shut down the player, grinning, "Hey guys!"

Warrick nodded to him, "Heya Greg … what are you doing in the lab?" he walked over to the table, and set down two sealed bags with evidence clearly marked on them.

Greg gestured to Madison and grinned, "Babysitting." He laughed when she turned and glared ruefully at him, "Kidding. New tech. This is Madison."

He pointed to Warrick then to Catherine, "This is Warrick Brown, and Catherine Willows, my fellow CSI's, or they were before I got stuck back into lab duty."

Madison smiled, and held her hand out slowly to Warrick, before she looked down and snapped off her latex glove, "Hello there. I assure you, any rumors that may be spread in the near future, are entirely false, and entirely from Greg's warped imagination."

Warrick chuckled, and grasped her hands, shaking it, "I see you've already gotten acquainted with him then."

Catherine walked up slowly behind Warrick, and nodded to Madison, "It's nice to meet you," she turned to Greg, "But what happened to Hodges? I thought he was the primary technician in the lab."

Greg waved a hand at Catherine, "Don't get me started on the late, not so great Hodges," he shook his head at the look the two CSI's gave him, "Oh no, not that … he transferred … for a woman!" he laughed, "He'd leave the great city of Las Vegas for some woman … I tell ya …"

"You know you'd do the same if any woman showed interest in you …" Warrick grinned, and winked to Madison.

Greg looked at Warrick, feigning shock, "If? I'll have you know, I am a female pheromone, wrapped in the body of a Greek god."

"Ya, too bad you look like a little Irish boy …" Madison grinned, and pulled a fresh pair of gloves on, "And, back to the subject that brought you two to the lab?"

Catherine smiled, and nodded to Greg, "Oh dear Greg, you'll have trouble. She's all business here."

Greg waved her off, "I'll fix her … just have to fiddle with her wiring. Turn the evil switch to good," when he only got two confused looks, and one rolled eyed look, he shrugged, "Sorry, bad joke."

Warrick picked up the two bags, "Homicide. Two women murdered. Found stripped and posed on the bed. We found semen, and epithelia's under both woman's nails."

Catherine interjected, "We need to exclude the DNA from the women, we're not sure if they were together, or if the killer had posed them to look that way."

"What we're hoping," Warrick grinned, "Is that the semen matches the skin under the nails, and that we can get a viable suspect to match that."

Greg smirked, and nodded, taking one bag, "Well, isn't that what we always hope?"

Catherine nodded, and smiled, "But it rarely works out that way."

"True," Greg walked up behind Madison, and clapped a hand to her shoulder, "Think we can handle that?"

Madison laughed, and looked up to him, "Oh come now, would you expect any less from a cybernetic evil genius?"

Warrick and Catherine left the lab very confused in the wake of the two strange techs.