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Another day at the office…

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The ID card accepted.

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Another day at the office; grueling work to be done, cases to be solved, evidence to inspect, reports to be written – to bring justice to the victims of the crime.

"Nick, man, you should go for it!" Warrick cheered, patting the tall man next to him on the back, the coffee cup that was held tightly in his hands almost spilling.

"Man she's not interested, listen to me," he retorted, his Texan accent was strong.

Warrick sighed, "She's playing hard to get; man she's hot!" Nick muttered at his statement.

"Now, now boys," a red haired woman joked as she sauntered over to the two men.

"Catherine, please would you tell this goofball that Mia is so not interested in me," Nick complained.

She took a sip of coffee, "She's playing hard to get Kiddo," she retorted before leaving with a smile on her face.

"See man!" Warrick yelled as he slung his arm around Nick's shoulders, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Greg, who was stood at a counter making coffee with his favourite brand of coffee, Hawaiian Blue, was listening in on their little discussion. After finally adding the milk and sugar he joined Nick and Warrick. Nick patted Greg's shoulder.

"Hey buddy, what's up with you grasshopper?" Nick asked him.

"Oh nothing…really," he replied as he took sips from his mug, it was the one she had given him as a 'congratulations' on being promoted to CSI: Level 2 a while ago. He was grinning from ear to ear, not even noticing it.

Nick chuckled, "Sure Greg, did you get laid last night or something:

"Well, something like that," Greg answered, a smirk formed on his lips as he recalled the incident in the locker room.

"Was she hot? What did she look like?" Nick asked eagerly.

"Yeah, she's hot, she's beautiful," Greg answered, he took another sip from his mug, "brunette, bright blue eyes, she's perfect."

Just as he had finished his sentence, taking another sip, Ami walked into the coffee lounge. Warrick walked over to her and gave her a friendly warm hug.

"G'morning Ami!" he welcomed cheery.

Nick and Greg didn't notice Ami's arrival and continued to chat amongst themselves.

"Oh really, sounds familiar, do I know?" Nick asked.

Ami walked over to them, "Do you know what?"

Greg's eyes widened, "N-no, you don't know Nick."

"Well, what's her name?" her probed.

Ami began to blush a rather deep shade of pink as Greg glance over at her. Nick, being the skilled CSI that he was, noticed the change in atmosphere, heck, anyone would be able to with these two. He made a mental note, he looked over at Ami, and she hid her face. Greg was blushing just as much as she was and lowered his head.

"Ah, now I get it!" Nick cheered, gathering his conclusion, "the both of you, I knew it!" He turned to Warrick, "Welcome the new couple Rick!"

"Nick, cut that crap!" Greg yelled.

"Why? Am I incorrect?" he asked, a smirk curving his lips.

"Don't be a smartass." Greg lowered his head and spoke almost in a whisper, "I didn't exactly ask her out." Ami blushed. "I only—we just—I just kissed her…"

Warrick bust in with a loud, yet random, wolf whistle.

"Well aren't you gonna ask her then, I always knew you two were infatuated with each other," Nick noted.

"I'm standing right here you know," Ami muttered.

"I—I don't know. I mean of course I want to, hell I really want to but I can't. Fear of rejection, such a pain in the ass," he rambled on.

"Calm down man, careful what you're saying there," Nick joked, "but on serious notes, what do you feel about each other? Ami, you first, I think Greggo over here is going to just blurt everything out." He pointed at Greg, who was still muttering, thinking that they were still listening to him.

She couldn't speak, her mouth was dry. She clenched her eyes and hands, hanging her head. Greg, finally realizing that no one was listening, glanced at Nick, who just pushed him closer to her, urging him on. Greg set his coffee cup in Nick's hand and held Ami's head in his hands; she did nothing. Nick poked him, urging him to make a move. Greg tipped his head and looked at her face, she was crying. He gently caressed her lips with his own; she seemed to relax. Pulling away and looking around he noticed that Nick and Warrick had gone. But standing in the doorway was a smiling Catherine. Before Greg could even open his mouth, she closed the door and walked away.

"Why are you crying?" Greg asked her softly, wiping the tears away before he held her in a tight embrace.

"I'm crying because this seems so surreal and I can't tell you what I think, I'm afraid what you may think," she answered, sniffling.

"You can trust me, honestly, I'll always be here for you like you're there for me," he whispered, "But if you want to we can talk about it over dinner…tonight?" Greg asked, he was scared by what her reaction would be. She nodded and nuzzled herself into his chest, she smiled.

"Mmm," she said.

"What is it?" he asked her, worry came over him.

She giggled, "Nothing, you just smell like strawberries is all…"