A/N - how cool. You are now reading chapter two. I guess that means I didn't bore you silly with the first one. Yay! Just wanted to add that if I use any expressions that anyone doesn't understand please let me know and I will try to explain what I mean. I'm not sure if I have used any that are only used in England so sorry about that!

Usual disclaimer applies as for the first chapter and will for the rest of them.

Chapter Two – If Looks Could Kill

Harriet sighed contentedly as she sat waiting for the results of a DNA sample to print out. It had been a long time since she had done this job but she had always enjoyed it. She was learning that things were slightly different here in the US of A but not so much that she couldn't handle.

It had been a couple of hours since she first started in the lab and luckily for her, it was a fairly quiet night. Nick Stokes had dropped off the sample, an hour in, after visiting a crime scene. The rest of the group she assumed were still out on their various assignments. She hadn't seen Greg since meeting everyone in the staff room earlier and she was glad, what was his problem? She hated it when people made judgements about her before they even knew her.

Harriet shook her head to herself and looked around the lab. Perhaps while it was quiet, she ought to get more acquainted. She decided to go through and see how the freezer was organised to make sure she kept it consistent which took her all of five minutes and then she was bored again, swinging around on her chair. Checking all the equipment she needed was clean and present also took her another five minutes. God, this night was dragging already. Harriet decided to reorganize a little so she could fit her laptop on the counter next to the equipment. Grissom hadn't been seen since he showed her to the DNA lab, either, but she guessed that as he was the supervisor he probably wasn't seen around very often. She was a little glad about that, she wasn't sure her home made database would be very impressive to a man who probably had more knowledge in his head.

She flipped open the laptop and turned it on. While she waited for it to load up, she took the results from the printer and read them. Sample was a male, low iron count, indicative of anaemia, nothing too specific. She signed off the results and put them on the counter for safekeeping and turned back to her laptop when she spotted a stereo in the corner of the lab. It looked like it had been put on the floor out of the way, possibly by the previous DNA tech, Mia, who she understood was on a year's sabbatical to do some research at WLVU.

'Well, I could do with a bit of noise in here,' Harriet said, as if she was talking to the stereo. 'It's like working in the morgue.'

She got off her chair and picked up the stereo, trying carefully not to spill the dust that had settled on it. Placing it on an empty shelf in the back of the lab, she realised she didn't have any music to play on it, her CD's being in her suitcase in the locker room. Seeing as the lab was so quiet she quickly wandered down to the locker room, found a CD and collected some paper towels on the way out to clean the dust off the stereo.

'There you are,' said a voice as she walked back to the lab.

She looked up from reading the back of the CD case to see Greg standing in the doorway of the lab. Great, she thought, all I need, a chat with CSI I'm-so-funny Sanders.

'Mr Sanders, what can I do for you?' she asked, coldly, pushing past him and sitting in her chair.

'Well, if you're offering...' he stopped and grinned cheekily.

'You know what I mean,' Harriet almost snapped.

Greg looked taken aback for a second and then, as if remembering what he was doing, he placed a pile of evidence bags on the counter.

'I need these analysing and comparing to these,' he said, placing a rack of samples next to the evidence bags. 'As quick as you can'

'No problem,' Harriet said, slipping the CD into the stereo which she had cleaned as she was listening to him.

'Really?' Greg looked slightly surprised 'There's like thirty samples there you know?'

'Is that supposed to concern me?' Harriet asked, not really wanting an answer.

'I uh…'

'It was a rhetorical question,'

'Oh Okay,' he stood for a minute looking like he didn't know what to do next.

'Are you just going to stand there and watch me?' Harriet asked 'don't you have something else to busy yourself with? A comic book to read or something?'

Greg raised his eyebrows and glared at her. Harriet could sense that they were not going to get on but not wanting to be the next homicide victim in Las Vegas she decided against goading him further, hit play on the stereo and cranked up the volume. Taking that as his cue, Greg walked out of the lab without another word.

A/N - please don't hate Harriet for being mean to Greggo. He will get his own back soon don't you worry!