A/N - just wanted to add (again) that I do not know very much about the procedures used in CSI. I love the programme and watch it a lot butI haven't seen every episode and so I don't know how long it would take for them to analyse DNA or whatever so please just humour me on that one. Thank you for getting to chapter three. Also, lines usually indicate a change in point of view between characters.

Chapter Three – Mutual Disaffection.

Greg trudged down to the audiovisual room in a dark mood. He couldn't figure this new girl out. What the hell had he done to her to deserve the cold shoulder? Stupid stuck up British woman! He'd known her five minutes and already he was thinking it would be more productive to go and chat to one of the corpses in Dr Robbins office.

Still mulling this over, he turned absentmindedly to go into the audiovisual room and misjudged the doorway. Before he knew it, he bounced off the frame by the elbow, tripped over his own foot and somehow ended up sitting on his butt.

There was a loud laugh from inside the room and Greg looked up to see Warrick sitting at the computer in hysterics. He figured he must have looked incredibly silly as he fell because Warrick was not a particularly loud man and to have put him into a state of uncontrollable laughter was something of an achievement.

'Hey Greg, nice of you to drop in,' was Warrick's greeting as he managed to calm himself.

'That's original, man, thanks,' Greg said, getting up off the floor.

Warrick shook his head, smiling and turned back to the computer. Greg walked up behind him to look at what he was doing. On the screen, he had the surveillance footage from the nightclub they had just returned from processing. Warrick typed something on the keyboard and moved the time frame on.

'So, dude, what were you so busy thinking about that you couldn't walk through the door properly?' he asked Greg, smiling again.

'The new lab girl,' Greg replied, looking at the video, which so far only showed revellers dancing, drinking and making out.

'I though you said you didn't like her?' Warrick said, puzzled.

'I don't that's the point. I just went to drop off the evidence for analysis and she was unwelcoming to say the least,' said Greg.

'Maybe she heard what you said earlier about her sucking up to Grissom,' Warrick suggested.

'Yeah, but that was only a joke, I was nice enough to her when I went down to the lab and she just completely disregarded any attempt I might have been making to get to know her.'

'Oh well, you can't win 'em all Greggo.'

'Yeah I know but there's nothing wrong with having a sense of humour.'

Warrick smiled and something caught his eye on the videotape. A man was hanging around near where their victim had been found and then disappeared into the men's toilet.

'Hey check this out,' he said to Greg.

He reversed the footage and stopped it on the man and began to enlarge it.

'Who's that? I don't remember seeing him anywhere in the club,' Greg said.

'It's not very clear,' Warrick said and did some more typing and clicking.

Greg pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. The two began working on the footage, looking for the man in the video to see if he had been anywhere else in the club that night. There was a lot of footage and they had been working for a couple of hours with little luck when Harriet came down with some results for them.

Harriet collected up the print outs from the samples she had managed to clear so far. She was only halfway through them but considering the amount she started with, she had worked quite quickly. She was just leaving the lab to go find Greg when she bumped into Nick on his way to see her.

'Hey Harriet, how's your first day going?' he asked.

'Not bad, here's the results on the sample you gave me,' she handed him a piece of paper.

'Thanks, that's great. Where you heading now, for a break?' he asked.

'Nah, I'm looking for your comedian friend,' Harriet smiled.

Nick looked confused 'Who?'

'Greg Sanders.'

'Oh yeah,' Nick laughed a little. 'He's down there in audiovisual with Warrick.'

'Thanks Nick see you later,' Harriet started to walk towards where he had pointed.

'Wait a minute, the sample was from an anaemic?' Nick asked.

'Yeah, so?' Harriet replied.

'I thought you were just supposed to analyse the DNA, Dr Robbins usually sends blood down to toxicology to test for things like that,' Nick said.

'Oh well, I did it anyway I always do, I test for everything. It's a habit; I've always been a bit of a perfectionist. It's probably no help to you but if you happen to have a suspect who looks pale and tired it might be useful.'

'Yeah, OK, see you later.'

Nick looked a bit bemused at her. She just grinned and carried on down to where Warrick and Greg were working. She found them looking at a television screen with what looked like CCTV footage on it.

'Hey I've got some results for you,' she said.

Warrick and Greg both looked round at her.

'Already?' Greg asked in disbelief.

'Man, we've been sat here like two hours,' Warrick said, looking at his watch.

'Yeah but still, there were like 30 swabs,' Greg pointed out.

'Do you want the results or not?' Harriet snapped, suddenly.

'Sure go ahead,' Warrick said.

'OK, I've only gotten through half the samples so far but the blood you found on the door handle does not belong to your victim.' Harriet said.

'You did fifteen swabs in two hours?' Greg said, again with disbelief in his voice.

Harriet looked at him sternly.

'I do know how to do this job, I have done it before you know,' she said.

'Yeah but still when I worked in DNA I was fast, but that's ridiculous. You sure you crosschecked everything?' he asked.

Harriet sighed and turned to Warrick.

'There was no match to any of the samples you collected from the staff at the club. I still have to run the saliva and semen samples you found but I'll come find you as soon as I've got them,' she said.

'OK, thanks Harriet and good work,' Warrick replied.

Harriet completely ignored Greg and walked back to the lab. How dare he question her work? She worked quickly; she always had done back at the lab in England. He obviously couldn't handle that someone might actually be able to do something better than he did.

'Are you sure you checked everything,' she scoffed aloud to herself as she sat back down at the microscope. 'Really, what an asshole.'

Her CD had finished so she pressed play again and turned it up, not wanting anyone to disturb her unless absolutely necessary.

'Greg, take that look off your face,' Warrick said, printing out some still images of the man in the club.

Greg was sitting with a stony expression on his face.

'There must be some mistake, no match to anyone from the club? We took samples from everyone who was there. There's no way anyone can analyse samples that quickly,' he moaned.

'Oh come on man get over it,' said Warrick 'besides, it could belong to this guy, you said yourself, you didn't remember seeing him.'

'Whatever,' Greg said, sulking and throwing the folder of DNA results onto the counter.

There's just no way, he told himself. First she makes him look like an idiot in the break room and now she thinks she's a lab tech with superpowers. This new girl was not making a good impression on him at all. Even if she started wearing her pants over her trousers he wouldn't change his mind.

A/N - another note here, sorry I talk for Britain don't I? Anyway please humour me if you think the characterisation is a little off as well. I have tried to write them as I have interpreted them from watching T.V but no doubt there will be some differences in opinion in that one. You can tell this is my first fic, I'm apologising for everything that might possibly be wrong! O.k, I'm going now. Onto chapter four if you feel that way inclined :)