A/N – Not a very long chapter this time around, I kind of lost interest in the chapter about mid way through, but picked it back up the next day.

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Chapter 6

Madison leaned over the microscope, and then slid back over to her file folder, writing down the aspects of the pieces of skin. She heard the printed feeding out from another case she was working on. Madison pulled the slide out, taped it up, and slid it back into the evidence bin, before turning on her rolling chair, over to the printer. She yanked the page out, and read over it, smiling to herself, "Ah, just as I thought, excellent."

It had been two weeks since she had thrown Greg out of her apartment. She felt bad for having to do so, but he had no right touching her, and kissing her like that. She sighed, brushing back her hair, before setting the paper over the other files Nick and Sara needed for the case. Madison leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, running a hand down her face, she was tired. Soon though, she heard someone knock against the doorway. She slowly lifted her hand away, and blinked, opening her eyes. She frowned slightly as she saw Greg standing there, smiling weakly to her, "Hey, I just thought I'd drop by and-"

Madison lifted her hand to stop him from talking, "Greg, I have nothing to say to you."

He walked slowly into the lab, his face twisting into a sight of sadness. She looked away from him, hating that she was feeling so bad about doing this to him. He reached over to touch her shoulder, but Madison shrugged him off. Greg sighed, "Maddy, I-"

"Don't call me that," she turned to look at him, "I am amazingly upset with you. You violated me."

His eyebrows raised and he shook his head, "No, I didn't. We just kissed."

Madison shook her head back, "No Greg, you pushed a kiss against me. After I told you I don't date. Why couldn't you just respect that?"

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't want to have to … I just didn't mean to do that," he ran a hand through his hair, and slid down to his knees, kneeling in front of her, "I was just kind of overwhelmed that day, and I wanted to prove to you how much I was willing to do for you."

She touched his shoulder, "That doesn't give you the right to kiss me. I can't just forget that it happened."

Greg nodded, "I know that, but I want you to know that I think you're a great friend, and that I think I can be a great friend, if you'll help put this messy bit behind us."

He smiled a goofy smile, and shrugged to her. Madison sighed softly, and looked down at him, "Greg …"

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Nick walked past the doorway, grinning at the sight of Greg kneeling in front of Madison, and her hands on his shoulders.

Greg stood up quickly, grinning, and Madison leaned back in her chair, "Oh nothing … he was just proposing. Of course, I told him that I was already completely devoted to you Nicky."

Greg turned to Madison, and laughed, as did Nick. He walked further into the room, "Whatever guys. Madison, do you have the results on the rape/murder case?"

She nodded, "Yup, right on the table there, in the folder."

Nick snatched the folder up and nodded, "Thanks Madison, you're great," he turned to Greg and grinned, "You watch this one … she's an animal in bed."

Madison laughed loudly as Nick waved to them both and jogged out of the room. Greg turned quickly back to her, "He is joking … right?"

She smirked and nodded, "Yes Greg, when I said I don't date … I didn't just mean you … you gotta trust me … Gregers."

He laughed and nodded, "Sorry, residual jealous energy, gone now … promise," he ran his finger in an X over his chest, "Cross my heart."

Madison rolled her eyes, "Whatever Sanders, now if you'll excuse me. I have work to do."

She swiveled her chair back towards the lab table, waving him off with her hand. Greg saluted her, "Sure thing Maddy."

He turned on his heels and walked out of the lab before she could tell him not to call her that. His smile faltered as he walked down the hall towards the locker room. He was off shift now. Greg walked into the locker room, seeing Warrick changing to come on shift. Warrick slid a shirt over his head, and looked over to Greg, "Hey man, you off shift?"

Greg didn't respond, but walked over to his locker, and began to lightly bang his head against it. Warrick cocked an eyebrow, and sat down on the bench, "You okay Greg?"

"Idiot, idiot, idiot …" Greg mumbled under his breath as he slid around onto his back against the lockers, "You wouldn't know anything about it, you're smooth with women."

Warrick chuckled to himself, "Thanks Greg, but I'm not that great. What's your women trouble?"

Greg groaned, and closed his eyes, "Well … there's this woman-"

"Madison." Warrick smirked as he saw Greg look at him strangely.

"How the hell did you know?" Greg pushed off from lockers and sat down next to Warrick on the bench.

Warrick laughed, and patted Greg on the shoulder, "Man, you follow her around like a lost puppy … so, what's the problem with her? It seems like she digs you alright."

Greg nodded slowly, "I thought so too … until I tried to do something about it."

"What did you do? I hope you didn't try to sing to her like you did your last attempt at dating …" Warrick grinned, "Because I heard that Sara didn't exactly enjoy that little serenade."

Greg scratched the back of his head and laughed, "No, I learn from past mistakes," He grinned and nodded, "I kind of, kissed her … after she told me she doesn't want to date …"

Warrick opened his mouth and laughed, "Oh man! Greg, that's why she's been so cold … that was a bad idea …"

"Don't you think I know that!" Greg fell back against the benches and groaned, "It took me two weeks just to get her to talk to me again … it was an idiot move."

Warrick nodded, and stood up, "Yeah Greg, it was. But now you know she doesn't like you that way, so you can move on."

Greg slowly sat up, "That's where it gets problematic … I don't want to … she's, really … she's just really great."

Warrick chuckled, "Sounds like you got it bad," he checked his watch, "Anyways, I should be getting on shift."

Greg nodded, "Right … thank Warrick."

"No problem, good luck her man," Warrick grinned and turned towards the door, exiting the locker room.

Greg fell back against the benches again, "Ya … that's what I need … luck."