Chapter Two: Someone's Jealous

Alysha and Warrick had photographed and made moulds of the footprints around the crimes scene, most of which was in the blood, now together they were possessing them, seeing who was there and all that jazz. Alysha had become tense, frowning as she examined the prints. She was pissed off how the police had been stomping around in the blood. Warrick and her had already matched seven policemen to walking around in the blood. And that was what really was making her frustrated. And it was obvious that officer Langelle was a fucking lire since there were shoe prints from an officer or two that were older than his. In fact, he was one of the last to arrive. A stupid glory hound leach he was. She wanted too get him kicked off the force. But she had a bigger fish too fry right now.

Warrick eyed his lover with lusting eyes, Alysha was a pretty girl. She had long dirty blonde hair, her skin a rich tan, amazing pale blue eyes, thin and fit, perhaps a little too thin. Her eyebrows were always in a natural arch. She had always hated her big breasts. Double D's were sure as hell no picnic, especially on a girls back. Sure, guys loved them, but it could really give you a bad pain. Especially in the back.

Since Warrick's divorce Alysha was his first real relationship, and he was very serious and very much in love with her. He respected her rule of no sex with lights. She wanted it pitch black, he couldn't understand. He wouldn't since she hadn't tolled him of the scars he would feel when they made love.

They had both just completed the matching of the shoe prints and Warrick wanted to see a smile on those thick sexy lips of hers. She set the last mould down and Warrick made his move. Sneaking up behind her quickly, knowing how bloody ticklish she was. His hands attacked both of her sides, grinning wolfishly as she burst out into laughter and tried to squirm away and escape the attacking fingers. She was laughing so hard she had tears gathering in her eyes.

"Stop" she begged as she felt her knees weakening, she sunk too the floor, fallowed by Warrick whom at first didn't stop tickling her. She arched her back into him as a way to escape. He grinned down at her and looked into her eyes. Damn it he loved her so much. He couldn't read her eyes and face on how she felt about him though, and that always made Warrick uneasy. He was happy she smiled back

"Your just too easy" he said, referring to the tickling attack he had bombed down on her. They met in another kiss "Monster" she said teasingly. They started a long kiss, Alysha then noticed Greg at the door with a look thick of Jealousy. He literality leapt when he saw Alysha noticed him. He tensed up quickly and rolled his eyes

"Get a room you too" he said sharply too hide the jealousy. Alysha grinned as Warrick had jumped, ending their kiss. Alysha laughed "But we are in a room" she said smartly. She couldn't help the flirty tone around Greg, thank god Warrick was used too it. Though she really liked Warrick as a lover, she didn't… well, she didn't love him. And frankly she didn't have the heart too tell him. Well, maybe she loved him, but she didn't feel he was the one. She felt guilty for falling more in love with a guy who didn't know it. Greg. It was complicated. It really was.

Warrick jumped too his feet, leaning down, taking Alysha's hand he pulled her up into his chest. Alysha grinned slyly at Greg. Warrick grinned sheepishly at the other male and than spoke.

"I'm going to find Grissom to tell him what we found out," he walked out of the room quickly. 'Great, gossip for Greg, gossip queen too spread' Warrick thought too himself as he searched for Gill Grissom.

As soon as Warrick was out of earshot Greg spoke "What do you see in him anyway?" he asked jealously.

Alysha still had a sly smirk on her lips, Greg looked clueless "What!" he asked clueless, she filled him in with her suspicions "Was that just jealously I saw Greggy?" He blushed and looked away, shaking his head "no" he insisted hesitantly.

Alysha looked like she didn't buy it, and she sure as hell didn't. "than why ask a jealous mans question? And sound the part also?" she challenged, shaking her head with a smile

When Greg didn't answer she chuckled "Why are you here anyways?" he took no time to answer "I work here for one, two, I in here, and three, I'm supposed to get your guys results" he said, forgetting already that was were Warrick had headed off to.

Alysha grinned again "And you let Warrick go off and do the dirty work… Tisk Tisk" she scolded playfully. "Well, I'm off to lunch. Later Mr. Jealousy" she said waving over her shoulder as she passed him and walked over and passed him. She was going too meet Warrick at a restaurant nearby for lunch.

Gill Walked into the lab "what do you have for me Greg?" he asked briefly, coming in beside Greg,

"Just the corners report" Greg started in his usual smart as tone, though it wasn't annoying, but cute, unlike Officer Langelle, "Oh, and cause of death, and a few finger prints. This sick bastard cut her open when she was still alive. She put up a fair struggle againced her assailant. She flipped herself over at one point, but he must have one and flipped her over before cutting out her ovaries"

Gill just rolled his eyes, not smirking outwardly, though he was inside, at Greg's antics "Don't be smart with me, did you run the fingerprints?" Gill warned tamely, than asking Greg a question not to waist time.

Greg grinned goofily at him before answering "Matched them all to one past offender" he informed, Gill spoke soon after "Murderer?" he guessed, Greg nodded with his impish grin "Righto, He just got out a week before the murder, and he was a surgeon before he was thrown away"

A frown creased Gills expression, making Greg shift, thinking over if he had missed anything. Gill spoke more too himself, "Just seems too easy", he said sighing. Greg frowned at Gill. "So what, the Ripper was sloppy, joy too the world, we win again, live too protect another night" Greg said dramatically, his vocals dripping with sarcasm.

"I still would like a motive from this guy, why would he kill just after getting out of jail…" Gill Grissom's voice trailed off. Greg quickly jumped back in " Perhaps she turned him down. She was identified as a prostitute," he paused briefly "That could kill a guys ego"

Gill raised his eyes, deciding too hit Greg with a taste of his own medicine. "You were turned down by a woman of the night?" he asked, raising his brows. Greg opened his mouth, than shut it. Repeating that before he spoke "What? No, no way in hell, I have too much class," he added at the end, straightening his lab jacket and puffing out his chest proudly.

Gill couldn't keep a straight face. He chuckled before shooting a comment back, " You? Class?" he chuckled again, "Why Greg, you couldn't have absorbed it if your life depended on it!" Grissom joked. He used that due too how Greg had made a personal joke on it and made a mockery of one of Grissom's sayings.

Greg glared at Gill, making Gill smile at him in victory. Greg sighed, "You just can't help yourself can you?" He asked, Gill smiled innocently, "Me! Do what?" he asked sarcastically. Greg looked at the clock "Ah! Coffee break"

He was just about to leave when Grissom shook his head "No, more evidence to look over", Greg groaned "Please, I NEED caffeine! I have too much blood in my caffeine system" he pleaded, hands together and sinking too his knees and begging Grissom like he was praying too god. "Fine. But I am stealing your saying" Gill answered, giving in.