Chapter 10
Greg had been trying to listen for Alex while picking up his apartment. Luckily she was so tired last night, she hadn't noticed the mess. He finally heard her moving around about eleven a.m.
"Alex?" He called out. "You awake?"
Alex was startled at hearing a man's voice, but at least it was one she recognized. "Yeah, I'm awake," she answered back, still groggy.
Greg stood at the bedroom door, "Is it ok if I come in?"
She took stock of herself. Shirt? Check. Pants? Check. She was relieved she was still fully dressed. The only things missing were her boots. "Yes, it's ok."
He opened the door and came in. She thought he looked adorable in his t-shirt and shorts. "Is there anything I can get for you?" he asked.
"Some aspirin would be nice," she said. "But first, what happened?"
"It was such a magical night! You don't remember?" he feigned hurt, then smirked.
She furrowed her brow, looking concerned. "What!"
He was still grinning. "There was some dancing and then some dining. Then you came home with me and…" he paused, watching her expression become troubled. "Nothing happened. You were looking pretty beat after the café and so I offered to drive you home. As soon as you sat down in my car you fell asleep. I didn't know where you lived and didn't feel right going through your purse, so I brought you back to my place. I let you have the bed, I took the couch."
She was touched. He'd been an honorable gentleman and hadn't tried to take advantage of the situation. "Thank you," was all she could manage to say. "So nothing happened?" She asked, just wanting to be sure.
"Nothing happened," Greg assured her.
"Thank goodness!" she exclaimed, a little to enthusiastically.
"Thanks," he said sarcastically.
"Oh, Greg," she said, suddenly realizing how she must have sounded. She motioned for him to sit next to her on the bed. When he obliged, she continued, "I didn't mean you. I think you're great. I just meant I'm not the type of girl who goes to bed with a guy on the first date." And I don't have many second dates, she thought. "And I would hope, if we did do something like that, I'd remember."
"I'd hope you'd remember too," Greg replied.
"I'll take that aspirin now."
It was almost two by the time she left. She had stayed at Greg's for a little while, trying to shake off some of her grogginess. She didn't want to drive home with her splitting headache.
When she did finally make it home, she took a quick shower and then went to bed. I think I'll set the alarm for eight, she thought. Tomorrow morning! She laid down and drifted off to sleep thinking of Greg, hoping he didn't wait too long before calling again.
Later that evening, Sara walked into the break room. Greg and Nick were sitting at one of the tables talking. She got a cup of coffee and sat at a different table, trying not to listen to their conversation.
"You are never going to believe what happened to me last night!" Greg said to Nick.
"So it was a good night off?" Nick asked.
"Oohhh yeah," Greg answered. "I met this girl at the club." He got out is cell phone and showed Nick a couple of the pictures he took.
"Wow, she is hot!" Nick said, looking at the pictures.
"Hot and smart. She works for the FBI," Greg offered.
"What's her name and does she have a sister?" Nick inquired.
"Her name is Alex," Greg said, taking back his phone. "And as far as I know she is an only child."
Something clicked for Sara when she heard "FBI" and "Alex." "Can I see the pictures?" She asked Greg, moving to where he was.
"Why Sara," he joked, "I never knew you were like that."
"Ha, ha," she said flatly, rolling her eyes. It is her, she said looking at the pictures. "You should show Grissom, I bet he'd like them."
"I bet Grissom would like what?" Grissom said, coming into the break room.
"The girl Greg met last night," Sara said, turning around to look at Grissom.
Greg offered Grissom the phone, "You want to see?"
