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I don't own anyone but Madison, but Greg is still my sexy cuddle bunny.

Chapter 5

Madison slid her key into the lock of her apartment, and elbowed Greg in the stomach; he had been leaned against her all the way up the stairs, claiming he 'didn't want to get lost in the shuffle'. She had rolled her eyes, "Greg, we're the only ones in the hallway …"

Greg had grinned and nodded, "Yeah, so sue me for using a cheap line to touch you …"

Madison pushed the door open to the still bare apartment. Greg walked in behind her, though she was already over to the kitchen. Madison grabbed a few pictures off of the fridge, and slid them into a drawer next to the stove. She turned around, and opened the fridge, pulling out two cans of soda. She walked over to the table, and set them down. Greg grinned, and reached for one. Madison slapped his hand, and shook her head, "Ah ah, work first."

"Ouch," he nursed his slapped hand, then grinned, "Right then … where do you want me?" he wiggled his eyebrows, "The bedroom?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, and pointed her finger at a box marked 'bedroom', "Now shut up and take it to my bedroom," she smirked, "It's on the right."

Madison, walked over to the half emptied box, then began to reach into it, "Once you get all the big boxes that are marked, in their appropriate places, come back here, and help me with the little things next."

Greg nodded, and saluted her, "Yes ma'am!"

He bend down, and began to grab the box. Madison called over to him, "Bend with you legs, not back!"

He rolled his eyes, but bent his legs, lifting the box, "You got it!"

She shook her head, and reached into the box, pulling out pillows for the couch. She tossed them over onto the couch. Madison then pulled out several framed pictures, and one big album. She also retrieved her diploma for her bachelors of Chemistry, from UCLA. She walked over to the wall just before her bedroom, and slid it onto the nail she had hammered in a day before. Madison had hammered in all the nails she needed on the walls, and labeled where she wanted everything, to make it easier on her if she didn't get the time to do it in one day. She straightened the frame, then smiled, walking back over to the box. She pulled out a large picture of her as a child, around 12, with an older woman, who at the time seemed to be in her early 60's. She smiled, and hung the picture over a nail near a window, it was across the front door, so it would be the first thing she'd see when getting inside. Madison pressed her fingers against the walls, she was glad she had moved painted on one of her rare off days, the white walls were too crazy for her. She had painted the living room a soft crimson pink, and had did her best to paint the walls in the small kitchen a light sky blue. She pulled more frames out, and set them on her side table, next to her couch. They consisted of her as a child with the same woman from the larger portrait, a photo of her at the age of 16, and a photo of another person, a young man, also around the age of 16. The frames were side by side, and she smiled, wiping away a print smudge on the glass. She turned as she heard Greg exit her bedroom. He grinned, and clasped his hands together, "Done," he smirked, "Nice to have a little muscle in your life eh?"

Madison nodded, and grinned, "Yes Greg, very little."

He shook his head, and walked over, dropping down on the couch, "So, what do you want me to help with next?"

He began to leaf through her photo album she had dropped on the couch. He laughed at a small school picture of her, "Is this you? Nice hair … take a weed-wacker it?"

Madison leaned over, and cringed at the picture. She snatched the album, and closed it, sliding it under the couch, "Oh, and your one to talk about hair Sanders."

He grinned and shrugged, "Hey, I talk about what I know. So, want me to help with that?"

She shook her head, but pointed over to pictures that were leaning against the sofa, "You could put those up though, the nails are marked with tape, saying what goes where."

"Efficient. A girl after Grissom's heart." He smirked, and stood up, grabbing two frames.

Madison laughed softly, then continued shifting through the boxes, trying to find things for the living room. Greg slid the pictures onto the nails. He touched the frame softly, and then walked over to the couch. He bent down, and picked up another frame. Inside, it had a series of pictures taken of body parts, arms, legs, parts of faces, all with bruises and bandages. He squinted, and held up the frame, looking over to Madison, "What's, with this one?"

She turned, and stood up, walking over to him. She took the frame in her hands, and stared down at the pictures, smiling faintly, "Oh, just memories. A little way to know where I've been …"

Greg's eyes widened slightly, he had thought they were maybe a weird artist portrait or something, "These are all you?"

"Yeah," she nodded, and pointed to them individually, "Age three, burned fingers. Age sixteen, sprained wrist. Age eight, I think that's burn marks on my forearm. Age twelve, hot water burn marks on my back," she smirked, "I had a sweater on, so it wasn't that bad," she looked down at the small crumpled papers in the corner, cringing, "And, um, Age thirteen … assault and … and something I don't want to talk about."

She quickly walked over to the last empty nail, and slid the frame onto it. She stared long and hard at the pictures, running one arm over her other forearm. She hadn't noticed Greg walking behind her, until she felt his hand take her arm. She turned to face him, as he slid her shirt up her forarm, exposing several welt scars along her forarm. He looked down, then up to meet her eyes, "What happened?"

She tugged her arm away, and slid her sleeve down, shaking her head, "Too soon Sanders …" she turned and smirked softly, "You haven't earned it."

Greg smiled back to her, then took another step towards Madison, "So, what can I do to earn it?"

She looked up at him, then down at the ground, taking a step back, "You can keep working. I need help, remember?"

Greg looked at her, then nodded, "Sure thing Maddy. Whatever you want. I live to serve. Remember, I'm a lab rat at heart."

Madison laughed, then walked back over to the box, pulling out random items. She set down a stack of CD's, DVD's. She pulled a blender out of the box, and walked towards the kitchen. She shook it in her hands grinning, "Margarita maker."

Greg nodded happily, "I have one of those too …"

Madison plugged it in, then moved back to the living room. She slid onto the couch, and pulled her feet up, grabbing the box and hauling it closer to her. She leaned into the open box, and pulled more photos, and knick-knacks out. Greg set the last box in the bedroom, then sauntered back into the living room, dropping down next to her. He threw his arm over the backrest, and grinned to her, "Done. So, we rest now?"

Madison grinned and nodded, "Sure, we can rest."

He nodded, then turned to her side table. He picked up a picture and looked at it closely, "That your parents?"

Madison nodded slowly, "Yup, that's my mother … and my step father. That's me at nine."

Greg grinned, and ran his fingers over the picture, "You were cute," he looked over to her, "Still are."

Madison smirked, "Nice seg-way."

"I try," He set the frame down, and scooped up another, the picture of the young man at sixteen, "Who's this? An old boyfriend?"

Madison laughed, and shook her head, "No. That's …" she pursed her lips, not sure if she should talk about it, but nodded, "That's my father, when he was sixteen."

Greg nodded, "No recent pictures? Him and you mom split up when you were young?"

"They never got together," she sighed, then grinned, "I am the product of a one night stand. Never lived with my dad, never saw him, never even knew his name until I was twelve, and never met him until I was eighteen."

Greg nodded, and set the picture down, "Bummer. So," he grinned, "Where are you from? You don't sound like you're from Vegas."

Madison smiled, and nodded, "I'm not. I'm a Cali girl, LA to be exact."

Greg's lips curved into a wide smile, "No! I'm from Cali too! San Gabriel originally." He leaned into her, "Do you surf?"

"Doesn't everyone?" she laughed, then shook her head, "Not as much as I used to. I had to cut down to focus on university, but I still have the broken pieces of my first board in one of the boxes." She grinned, "And my good board in storage in the basement, not that there's much surfing in Vegas."

Greg nodded, "I hear that, I try to make it back a few times a year, so as not to lose my sea legs," he smirked, "I've always thought of myself as part aquatic."

Madison laughed, "Well you're brain does seem waterlogged."

Greg rolled his eyes, "Should have seen that one coming."

"Yes," she smirked, "Yes you should have Sanders."

Greg leaned over on the couch, sliding his arm slowly from the backrest to over her shoulders, "So, we're getting along nicely here," he grinned softly, "And since I think we're making lovely progress, how's about you and I go out for dinner some-"

Madison stared up into his eyes, and sighed, sliding his arm off of her, "Greg, I'm sorry, but, I just … I can't."

He looked down at her, disappointment in his eyes, "You can't? Not won't? Is there someway I can turn can't, into yes, indeed you can?"

"I'm sorry, I just …" she sighed, and slid slightly away from him, "Greg, I have reasons that, well, I just don't date …"

"Ah," he held up a hand, grinning, "But you haven't yet experienced the Greg Sanders date. It's spectacular, I assure you," he looked at her hopefully, "Come on, I can see you want to …"

Madison shook her head, "You can't see anything. You're only seeing what you want to be there."

He slid closer to her, pinning her body between him, and the arm of the couch, "I know it's there. Just one date, I promise, it won't interfere with work, I'll be a gentleman … or at least I'll try."

Madison suppressed a smile, and stood slowly, "Greg, I, I think you should go."

She held her arm out, pointing to the door. Greg stood as well, facing her, "You don't want me to go."

"Yes, I do. Please … Greg just lea-" Her breath was cut short as Greg arms pulled her body against his, and his lips crashed against her own, engulfing her in a kiss.

Madison pressed her hand against his chest, letting the rhythm of heartbeat against her palms. She pushed him away from her, "Greg!" her eyes held anger, and she thrust her arm out again, "Get out!"

Greg stuffed his hands in his pockets, and sighed, turning towards the door. He walked slowly, with Madison trailing behind him. She pulled the door open, "Out."

Greg nodded, and walked to the hallway, turning back to face her, "Don't be mad … I know you felt something."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Greg-"

"You didn't push me off right away. You wanted to kiss me back." He smiled at her, "I don't know why you're shutting me out, but-"

Madison cut him off, by slamming the door closed, "Now you're shut out!"

She could hear him retreat down the stairs. Madison turned, and leaned against the doorway, pressing her fingers to her wet swollen lips. She licked her bottom lip and sighed, "Greg …"