A/N – Alright. FINALLY another chapter up. Thought I'd give you a bit of Madison Grissom interaction, since I can tell you're craving it. Love the reviews, and the thoughts you have on Madison and Gris. I'm not saying anything on it, just keep the great reviews coming. I don't own Greg, or CSI, as much as I'd love to. Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Madison had been leaning against the sidewall of Grissom's office for what seemed to be hours, while he spoke to her in hushed tones. She remained quiet, and simply nodded in the appropriate places, and shook her head when needed. Madison yawned softly, as she was four hours past her original clock out time, she had two and a half hours of overtime included, and now listening to Grissom speak; it wasn't helping her to stay awake.

"Madison," Gil lifted his head from her file, and sighed, seeing her eyes closed, and her head back against the wall, "Madison."

She snorted sleepily, and her eyes blinked open widely, "I'm awake, I'm listening."

She held her hands up in defense as she saw him narrowing her eyes at him, "No, see, it's not you. It's me," she smirked, but shook her head, "I've been putting in overtime all week, and I can barely keep my eyes open."

She sighed, though it came out as more of a yawn, "I nearly swerved off of my street last yesterday."

She smiled as saw him motion to the chair in front of his desk, "Sit. Standing isn't going to do you much good, other than keep you off balance."

She walked slowly over to the chair, and slid down into it, slumping in the seat, "Thanks."

Grissom stood slowly, and walked around his desk. He sat against the edge of his desk in front of Madison, "I don't like the thought of you driving when you're this tired."

Madison lifted a hand, and waved him off drowsily, "Oh no, no, I'm," she yawned as she spoke, "I'm fine."

Gil leaned in towards her, and touched her shoulder slightly, "Come on, I'll drive you home."

She shook her head again, "My car's here, how would I get to work tomorrow?"

He smirked slightly, and stood up, grabbing one of her hands, "I'll pick you up tomorrow, after a good night's sleep."

"Day's sleep, you mean," Madison chuckled, as she felt herself pulled up to her feet, "I don't want to put you out. I know you like getting here early, and I'm slow when I wake up."

He touched her waist as he turned her towards the door, "You're not," he touched the small of her back to steady her as they walked out into the near deserted corridor, "Besides, we still have a lot to talk about."

Madison whined softly as they made their way towards the outside door, "Not more evaluation questions …"

"Don't worry," he smirked, holding the door for her as she stepped out, "It's not work related."

She turned slightly and looked up at Grissom, "Oh," she grinned softly, "That."

He nodded as they both walked away from the building, towards Gil's vehicle, his hand still on her back, and hers over her mouth as she yawned. Neither of them noticing the stare from Greg Sanders from the doorway, a feeling of both confusion and mild hurt creeping into his mind. He stepped away from the door, back into the building, allowing the door to close with a solid click.

The next day, Madison bounced into the locker room, a lot cheerier, and filled with a good long rest. She pulled her locker open as she slid her jacket and headset into her locker, pulling out her lab coat. She began whistling to herself as she pulled her arms into the sleeves. Madison closed her locker softly, and turned towards the door. The figure leaning against the doorway startled her enough to produce a yelp of surprise, "Greg!"

She fell back against the bench and grinned, "Don't do that … you'll use up all of my good rest."

She watched Greg smirked then nod to her, "Well, you do look perkier today."

"Yup. Got a great rest, no interruptions, and no pages. It was beautiful." Madison stood up slowly and brushed off her lab coat.

She walked past Greg into the corridor, and he followed behind her, "So, you get home alright? You looked out of it last night."

She turned back a little too quickly to stare at him, "You, saw me last night?"

He nodded, what seemed to be smugly, "Yeah, I saw you," he walked around to face her, and to block her path, "Saw Grissom leading you out of the building, too."

She looked at him, her eyes staring into his, unfocused, "Well … uhh, he was just, leading me to my car. It's dark out, I'm … afraid of the dark?"

Greg nodded slowly, "Ya … but, I saw you getting n the passenger side," he looked at her squarely, "Of Grissom's Tahoe."

She looked down at the ground, and shook her head, "Greg … you know what. I have to get on shift."

She walked around him, further down the hallway, when he reached out and grasped around her wrist, tightly, "Wait. I was talking to you."

She turned her head back, and pulled her wrist from his hand, rubbing it with her opposite hand, "We have nothing to talk about. My personal life is that … personal. When you have something regarding a case … or something I'm willing to talk about," she turned on her heels and began walking away from him, "Come see me then."

Greg watched her strut away from him, before he soon huffed in frustration and walked away in the opposite direction, brushing Grissom's shoulder, as he had been walking past him. Gil turned to stare at the younger man, "Greg? What's the matter?"

Greg turned and glared a moment at Grissom, "You," he deflated and shrugged him off, turning away, "Just. Nothing."

With that he continued down his path, away from his boss. Grissom cocked an eyebrow, and instinctively turned towards the labs. Upon reaching then, he turned into the lab Madison was sitting in. She seemed to be staring down at a recent case file, but she wasn't on the clock for another 10 minutes, and her eyes weren't focusing. Gil walked slowly into the room, and watched as her head lifted to meet his gaze. She closed the folder, and held a small smile, "I wondered how long it would be 'til I saw you."

"So Greg, his, unpleasant mood. That was related to you?" Grissom walked further into the room, leaning on the counter.

Madison nodded slowly, and leaned back in her chair, "Related to the both of us," She placed her hands on the arms of the chair, "He saw you taking me home last night."

Gil nodded knowingly, "I assumed as much," her leaned in towards her, but not close enough to draw unwanted attention, "And you told him …"

She looked up at him, surprise in her eyes, "Are you seriously asking me if I blurted everything out point blank?" she shook her head, "Don't you know me? I said I can keep things quiet … but …"

Grissom had held in a breath for the but he had been waiting for. He nodded to her, "I can tell that he's infatuated with you," he shook his head, "I'm not sure there'd be a way not to realize that fact."

He watched as a dreamy stare glazed over her eyes. In turn, Gil narrowed his, and she snapped back to stare up at him, "I haven't given him any reason to believe anything would happen between us. In fact … I've told him I don't date, and that I'm not interested in a relationship. Things are too complicated as is … I don't need Greg poking around."

Grissom nodded, and pushed slightly off from the desk, "Indeed. Speaking of which … have you heard from your mother as of late?"

"Grissom," Madison sighed, "No, I haven't, and I don't plan on talking to her … nothing ever comes of it She's got her mind dead set on the two of us."

He nodded, and smirked to himself, "She didn't much care for you moving out here …"

"That she did not. Of course, not much she can do about it." She ran her fingers through her hair, "But her weekly messages are getting on my nerves. They keep getting longer, and more vulgar."

Grissom leaned in to speak, but Madison cut him off, "I know, you could get her charged with verbal assault, and whatever else … but I don't need any light being shed on the family. Too many questions that need to be answered then."

He nodded and placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently, "I am here though …"

She nodded and smiled, "Thanks Gris," Madison turned her head to the clock and nodded, "I'll probably come see you after my shift is over. But I'll need to be getting on the workload now. I expect Warrick in any minute for his results that were running through the night."

Grissom nodded, and pulled away quickly, standing up taller, "Alright then. I'll look forward to seeing you then."

She smirked and chuckled, "Me too. Bye Gris."

"Good bye Madison," he turned around, and nodded to Warrick as he made his way out of the lab.

Warrick nodded back to Grissom, and raised an eyebrow at Madison, "What's Grissom doing in the lab before shift?"

Madison waved a hand at him, "Oh, he was just stopping by to thank me for pulling in all the overtime. Says I'm taking good initiative."

She shrugged as Warick nodded to her, "Right then … you have my results then?"

She grinned and nodded, handing him a file folder, "Right here Warrick. Right here."