A/N - I know I said earlier that lines normally indicate a change in point of view. They also indicate a passage in time as well although that was probably obvious I just wanted to make that clear. Thank you and enjoy he chapter!

Chapter Five – Sleeping with the enemy.

'Grissom, you've got to be kidding me,' Greg said, bursting into the break room followed by Harriet who was still holding the tarantula.

Grissom looked up from where he was filling his cup with coffee. Nick, Warrick, Sarah and Catherine were all sat at the table having their lunch (although at three in the morning, one couldn't be sure what meal it would be defined as). They all looked up at Greg and Harriet who suddenly felt self conscious about this outburst she was involved in. She didn't like being unprofessional especially when she had only been working there a day and a half but this was madness.

'I kid you not, Greg.' Grissom replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

'Mr Grissom, I really appreciate you trying to help…' Harriet started, trying to think of a more professional reason for not wanting to house share with Greg other than she thought he was an idiot.

'I don't see what the problem is, you're looking for somewhere to live and Greg needs a room mate, problem solved, ' Grissom said.

Nick choked on his burger when he heard what Grissom said. Warrick smacked him on the back and laughed.

'You can't be serious Grissom,' Warrick seconded Greg's disapproval.

'Yeah,' said Nick, regaining his regular breathing pattern 'Those two hate each other.'

Grissom looked at them. 'Is that so?' he said with a voice that sounded like he didn't actually care.

'Hate is such a strong word,' Harriet said, hastily, trying to do this as maturely as possible.

'I hate her,' Greg confirmed, not helping matters.

'Will you be quiet and let me handle this please?' Harriet snapped at Greg.

'Will you stop speaking to me as if I'm something you stepped in?' Greg turned and snapped back.

'I'm not, I speak better to things I've stepped in,' Harriet retorted.

'Grissom do you see what I mean I…' Greg turned to speak to him and stopped when he discovered he had left the room whilst they had been arguing.

Harriet looked pleadingly at the rest of the group 'can I stay with one of you?' There was no response; the rest of the CSI's sat looking at her with amused looks on their faces. She smiled sarcastically at them.

'Thanks you guys,' she said and left the break room with Greg shouting after her 'You're not bringing that spider with you, it stays here!'

'Whatever!' she replied.

Harriet was collecting her things together from the locker room when Greg stuck his head around the door.

'I'm leaving in two minutes, hurry up or you're staying here,' he said and walked away again.

Harriet sighed, slammed her locker door and ran as quickly as her suitcase would allow her to catch up with him. This was not an ideal situation but she was desperate and whilst she had slept all day without waking, the break room sofa wasn't exactly the comfiest thing in the world. She found Greg outside in the parking lot, unlocking his car door. He looked up at her and took a deep breath.

'Here, give me those,' he said, reaching for her suitcase and her bags.

'Thanks,' she said, a little surprised at his chivalry and allowed him to take them and put them in the back of the car.

They both sat in silence on the drive to Greg's apartment. Harriet looked out of the window as they drove past casinos and hotels. She hadn't yet had a chance to explore any of the city but was slightly in awe at the lights and recognised buildings from the television. Greg lived about twenty minutes from the centre of the city in a building made up of several floors of apartments, on the sixth floor. Harriet thought it seemed a nice enough place, it certainly didn't look run down and if he needed someone to share the rent with, it must be quite pricey.

He unlocked the door and opened it, allowing her to walk in first. The first room she walked into was a huge open living area that had the kitchen was incorporated into it at one end. It looked a little like a student's bedroom with movie posters on the wall and a games console laid messily in front of the television, an open game box residing next to it, suggesting that he had been playing a game not long before coming to work.

The kitchen area was to the left of the door and seemed well maintained which surprised her; she wouldn't have expected him to be house proud, in fact the living room was just as tidy.

'It's nice,' she said, as he closed the door and walked into the living room, putting her case down.

'Yeah, to be honest I didn't really want to move out so this kind of works for me,' he admitted.

'Besides the fact you hate me?' Harriet quipped.

'Oh well, that's a minor problem, I'll have to cope,' he said, wandering into the kitchen. 'Want a drink?'

'Nah, I'm fine thanks. Where can I put my stuff?' she asked.

'Oh yeah, I'll give you a tour,' Greg said, seeming to brighten up a little at being able to show off his prized apartment

He pointed to an open door towards the left of the kitchen 'that's my room, you don't really need to see that, it's kind of messy at the minute.'

Harriet nodded, she was feeling really uncomfortable about having to stay with a guy she hardly knew but disliked as much. Greg walked back into the living room, past the television to the other end of the room. Harriet followed to see where he was going. At the end there was another door.

'That's the guest room, you can sleep in there, it's a bit empty though,' he explained.

'That's OK I don't mind,' she said.

'And this behind me is the balcony, obviously. It's very boring, I don't often go out there and that's about it. It doesn't have that many rooms but it's pretty big as you can see, hence the reason it costs so much,' he finished.

'Um bathroom?' Harriet enquired.

'Oh yeah, that's joined onto my room so we'll have to share,' he replied 'Not at the same time though obviously.' He added quickly, turning red slightly.

'Good,' Harriet said, awkwardly, looking at the floor. 'So, I'll go get unpacked then.'

'Sure, I'm just going to watch some TV and go to bed so I'll see you later' Greg said.

'Okay,'

Greg went back into the kitchen and poured himself a drink of milk. Harriet watched him for a second and then went into her new room. It didn't take her long to unpack. She didn't have much with her, she was expecting a delivery van with some of her other belongings to arrive later in the week and she was secretly hoping this would only be a temporary solution anyway. Once her clothes were put away, all she had left were a few picture frames and an alarm clock, which she put on the bedside cabinet. She looked around the room and sighed, suddenly feeling rather lonely and hungry. Not having had time to shop for anything yet, she was going to have to ask Greg which made her feel strange. Asking permission to raid his food cupboard was going to be rather awkward. Eating humble pie wasn't something she enjoyed.

She took a deep breath and went into the living room. Greg was sat playing a computer game, something to do with blasting zombies by the looks of it. He didn't notice her come back in.

'Uh, Greg?' she asked quietly, he didn't seem to hear her 'Greg?' she said again, shouting this time.

He jumped in surprise and the control flew out of his hand and onto the floor. He turned to her.

'God, you scared me, I forgot you were here I'm so used to living alone,' he said.

'Sorry, I was just wondering if you have a take away menu or something?' she said, nervously.

'Sure, but you can take anything you like out of the fridge,' Greg said.

'Thanks,' Harriet replied and walked into the kitchen area, pleasantly surprised at his hospitality despite their hostility towards one another.

Finding some bread and some meat in the fridge, she opted for a sandwich as she was planning on heading to bed soon and didn't want to eat too much or she would never sleep. She sat down on one of the stools that were in front of the breakfast bar and ate in silence. Greg had returned to playing his computer game, only stopping between levels to take a drink of milk or eat one of the cookies he had on the plate next to his foot. Harriet smiled to himself, he was just a big kid although she knew he was immature, this just proved it. She finished up, cleared her plate away and headed to her room.

'Night,' Greg said as she passed, giving her the shock of her life. She hadn't thought he was still focused on the real world. 'I won't be on this long but I'll turn the sound off so I don't keep you awake.'

'Ok, night.' (Technically it was day but you get the idea).

Harriet went into her room, changed and got into bed feeling a little more relaxed about this dreadful situation. Maybe she was getting used to him or maybe he was just putting on a front to make things easier for them. Either way she was glad to have a roof over her head and not have to sleep on the break room sofa again.