A/N – Well, I've got another chapter for you! Thought I'd add a little flirting … hehe.

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Chapter 3

Greg turned his head from the papers he was reading when he heard the hum of the reader stop. He pulled himself off of the stool and snatched up the paper coming off the printer. He grinned triumphantly, "Yes!"

Madison pulled herself away from the microscope, working on a murder suicide that Nick had brought in, "What?"

He flicked the paper with his left hand and sauntered back over to her, "Semen is a match with the epithelia's," he chuckled, and pressed the paper onto the lab table, "Once Cath and Warrick have suspects …"

"It's only a matter of swabbing, scanning, and then cuffing." She grinned, and swung her legs around, back to the microscope, "Unfortunately, I'm not having as much luck with the hairs Nick sent in," she looked into the scope again, "I … I think my eyes are going fuzzy because," she motioned Greg over, "Come here."

Greg leaned over Madison's shoulder, "What …"

"Well," she slid under his left arm that was supporting his body over her, so she was out of the way of the scope, "Take a look, tell what similarities you see."

She stood up from the stool and crossed her arms over her chest. Greg leaned into the scope. She leaned over his shoulder, even though she knew what was on the slides. Greg squinted, "Is this the vic's hair?"

"Yea, I did a match with the DNA that was taken from her, but that's not the weird part," she leaned into Greg, her body pressing against his back as she exchanged the slides, "Right here," she pointed to the slide, still leaning against him to get a better view of his reaction, "This is the pubic hair that was retrieved from the vic's vaginal hairs. What do you see?"

Greg took in a breath, looking back at Madison for a moment, before looking back into the scope, "I see …" he pulled back quickly, causing her to step back awkwardly, his back had rammed into her.

Greg turned and grabbed her arm, grinning a bit dumbfounded, "Sorry …"

"No problem," Madison waved at him a bit breathless, "What did you see?"

He nodded, "I saw … this hair has 7 alleles in common with the vic's."

"Oh thank god," Madison let out a breath, "You saw it too. I thought …" she shook her head, "Too many DNA scans …"

Greg nodded, "I get ya."

Madison laughed and grinned, just as Nick walked through the lab door, engrossed in a file packet he was carrying. He looked up, and cocked an eyebrow. Greg grinned, "Heya Nicky!"

Nick shook his head, "Don't call me that," he turned to Madison, "Did you check the hairs?"

Madison nodded, and pulled the papers she had printed off, "I did. No hits through aphis, but I," she grinned, "We, did find something very interesting."

Nick read over the print outs, "The two donors are … related?" he shuddered, "That's sick!"

Greg nodded, "Yes," he shook his head, then grinned, "Makes you long for the regular, rapists and murderers," when he received only sad, disappointed looks, he shrugged, "What? Even a bad joke is better than no joke at all."

Madison simply waved her arm at him, and turned back to her scope, pulling the slides off and documenting them. Nick waved to Greg, before departing, mumbling something about how sick Vegas was. Greg laughed, then slid to a stool next to her, "Poor Nicky, I think he longs for the simple days back in ole Texas."

"Yes, because Texas is known for its carefree, and all around accepting attitude towards diversity." Madison smirked, then cleaned the unused slides before placing them back in the microscope kit.

Greg pressed his hands against the table, then pushed off, spinning around in a full circle, grinning at Madison. She looked over at him, and narrowed her eyes, "Greg, if I roll my eyes at you once more, I'm nearly positive I'll go blind."

He thought a few moments, then nodded, "Then I suggest you don't. You will no longer be able to see my visage."

"Oh and that would be such a loss Sanders." She grinned, and turned away from him, only to hear Greg hit his chest with an open palm.

He gasped dramatically, "I, am hurt!"

She shrugged, still looking away, "Don't worry, we've enough coroners in the building to tend to you."

Greg couldn't hold back from laughing, "Alright, alright, I'll give," he slapped her on the back, "That was a good one."

Madison swerved in her chair, and grinned at him, "Good to see you've noticed my talents."

As she had turned, Greg's hand slid around as well, to rest on her shoulder. He flashed her a smile, and squeezed her shoulder, "I always recognize the good things in life."

He pulled back, and began patting his lab coat down, his face skewing into a confused look. Madison slid out of the stool, and grasped a stack of folders, ready to order them in the file cabinet on the other side of the lab. She stared down at him, cocking an eyebrow, "If you're going to attempt an, 'I've lost my phone number, can I have yours?' … think again Sanders."

He frowned as she smirked, and turned away, hair swinging against her back, as she walked over to the file cabinet. His grinned though, as she bent down to the bottom drawer to reinsert the files, "So, you're into the more … eloquent lines, are you?"

She stood upright, and turned quickly, a hand on her hip. She noted how his gaze shot up quickly to meet her eyes. Madison frowned slightly at him, and shook her head, "I'm not into lines … period."

He held up his hands, and she wasn't sure if he was in defense of his attempt to hit on her, or where he had been staring, "Sorry … take the high road then," he stood slowly, and turned to his kit, closing it up, "You'll come around."

She smirked, and rolled her eyes when he had been turned away, "I like your confidence Sanders …"

"Greg … please babe, call me Greg." He turned and winked at her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "And you can call me Ms. Ramsey, Greg."

"Oh, so you want me nasty now, do ya?" he lifted his eyebrows and grinned at her.

"Nope," she shook her head slowly, "I'm telling you not to call me babe, and to teach you some manners … Sanders."

Greg pursed his lips, and leaned back from her, "Fire and ice. You're hot … but cold."

"I'm all business," she lifted her arm, and checked her watch, "And I'm going to take lunch now," she walked over to the table and dropped a card on the table, "Page me, if you really need me."

He smirked and watched as she walked to the door, hanging up her lab coat, "You're already coming around … wanting me to need you," he held up the card, which held her page number, as well as her home and cell, "And you gave me your numbers. Fire and ice … I like it hot."

Madison rolled her eyes as she turned back to him, "Casualty of not having a pen to give just my pager number. Though I don't doubt you'll call to check if my number's real … babe."

She smirked, and blew a kiss as she exited the lab, laughing. Greg frowned a moment, before pulling his cell out, "Gotta hand it to her, she can read me."

He held the card up, as he began to dial.