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A/N: Glad people are enjoying the story. Feedback is always welcome. This chapters a little longer but I didn't know where to cut it. I'm sure you don't mind.

Chapter 4-

It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when Riley was awakened by her cell phone ringing. At first, she thought it was her alarm clock and tried to turn it off. But when that didn't stop the noise, she realized it was her cell phone.

Dammit, she swore to herself before picking up the phone. "Hello?" she groggily answered.

"Is this Riley Parrish?" a man's voice asked.

"Yeah, who's this?" she replied, sounding a little rude.

"Hey this is Greg Sanders from the crime lab," he replied.

''Oh, you. Yes?'' she replied yawning and rolling her eyes.

''I was just wondering if I could have the address of where Shawn is staying. I bought him his new shirt and everything,'' Greg answered with no tone in his voice at all.

''Let me see if I have it here,'' Riley answered rolling out of bed and walking over to her briefcase. "Tommy...Brian…Sabrina,'' Riley mumbled to herself fumbling through the many files.

''Sorry Greg, I must have left it in my office," she sighed. ''If you'd like I can bring it to your building tomorrow or whatever.''

"That's fine," Greg replied. Remembering he still had manners, he added, "Thank you." Then he hung up.

Riley looked at the clock, still unsure of what time it was. When she saw that it was after four p.m. she couldn't believe she had slept that late. They only thing she could attribute it to was the new pills her doctor had given her. She was glad they worked for now, but knew that none of them ever worked for long.

She stretched, trying to wake up. I guess I can take that file to him tonight, she thought. I have stuff to do at the office anyway. Who needs a day off?

Later that evening, Riley walked into the Las Vegas crime lab. In all her years working for Children's Services, she'd never been in there before. It was a nice place she thought.

Riley walked up to the information desk. "Is Greg Sanders available?" she asked the woman behind the desk.

The woman told Riley to take a seat as she phoned Greg and a few moments later Greg showed.

He smiled politely at Riley. Maybe she just had a bad day yesterday, he thought as she got up and walked over to him.

"Hello," he forced himself to say. One way of finding out.

"Hi," Riley responded awkwardly. There were a few moments of awkward silence.

Then, Riley remembered why she was there. "I-I have the address for you." She started to search through the folder in her hand for the address.

"That's cool. So, uh, how're you?" Greg tried to be polite.

"I," Riley paused, having a hard time finding the address. "What?"

"I asked, how are you," Greg repeated.

She looked up from her folder and gave a weak smile. "I'm…here," she responded and then went back to looking for the address.

Greg decided he'd done his best. There's no helping some people. He just stood there, waiting.

"Here it is," she said, finally pulling out a piece of paper from the folder.

She also pulled out a Post-It note and a pen. Riley then wrote down the address.

''I would explain to his aunt who you are too,'' Riley said giving him the address. ''She still may be shook up.''

Duh Greg thought but only nodded.

That's when Nick came up behind Greg. "Hey Greggo, I have—" he stopped mid sentence as he saw Riley. "Oh sorry Greg, I wasn't aware you had a visitor." He flashed a patronizing smile at Greg. He recognized Riley from the night before.

"That's ok," Greg returned Nick's fake smile. "You remember Riley Parrish from last night," he said, turning back towards Riley.

"Nick Stokes," he said, extending a hand towards Riley.

"Nice to meet you—again, Mr. Stokes," Riley replied, smiling and taking his hand.

"Please, call me Nick," he told her.

"Ok, Nick," she said, letting go of his hand. "I can wait if you need to speak to Greg."

Greg's eyes widened. He didn't understand why she was being so nice to Nick, when she couldn't even muster a civil response to him.

"No, it's alright," Nick smiled, seeing the look on Greg's face. "I'll catch up to him when you are through." And then he left.

"So, as I was saying," Riley started. "I want to talk to the aunt, let her know you're one of the good guys." She pulled a small Polaroid camera from the bag she was carrying. "Do you mind if I take your picture to give to her so she can recognize you?"

"Yeah, sure," Greg replied.

She snapped the picture. "Thanks." She looked at her watch. "I will try and get over there tonight, so that you can go tomorrow if you want."

"That'd be cool," Greg replied. "I do need to get back to work. Thanks again for the address."

"Thank you for keeping your promise," she said, lightly touching his arm. "It will mean a lot to Shawn."

Greg mumbled a goodbye as he watched her leave. What is up with her? He shrugged it off as he went back to look at the evidence he had found the night before.

Nick's laughter could be heard as he came into the room. "Yea, she's a real bitch Greg." He laughed some more. "She's actually really pretty"

"Yea pretty insane," Greg mumbled.

"What's going on?" Warrick asked, walking into the room.

"Nothing," Greg mumbled looking through his microscope.

"Aww, it's ok Greg," Nick chided him. "You can tell Warrick about the mean lady."

Warrick turned to Greg, wanting to hear an explanation. He knew this was going to be a good story. But Greg just turned to Nick and gave him a look.

So, Nick decided to tell Warrick. "Last night we were called to a scene and there was a child still there and so children's services was called. The worker, Riley Parrish, and Greg here can't seem to get a long."

"Riley Parrish, with red hair?" Warrick asked.

Nick nodded. "That's her."

"Yeah, I've worked with her a time or two. She really cares about kids," Warrick responded.

"See, Greg, it is just you," Nick told him.

Greg just rolled his eyes and went back to his microscope. Yeah, or maybe you guys are crazy too.

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