A/N: Okay so this is my first CSI fanfic so go easy on me, it is pretty light hearted, uh, well at least it is for now, rating may change, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or CBS

Chapter One

Cassandra continued to furiously type the order into the computer as the person rattled on the phone, why would anyone want five hundred copies of Wuthering Heights? Cassie found it dull and insipid, but she typed it in anyway.

Cassie ran her hand through her shoulder length brown hair. It was straight until you came to the ends at which point it curled, very strange. Her big green eyes stood out shockingly in her thin face. She was about 5'8" and thin, though she saw her self more as gangly. Opposed to her four sisters, who all had gorgeous figures and blonde hair and blue eyes, she was defiantly the odd one out.

The bell on the door jangled. Cassie looked up to see an elderly woman stagger into the bookstore. Cassie pinched the bridge of her nose, it was three minutes to five and this had to have been the longest day recorded and it just got longer. The woman was going to be in the store for an eternity.

"Don't you just hate it when that happens?" A voice said to her. She didn't look up.

"Yes," She said taking the book the person handed to her.

"Wow,"

"M'eh," She said making a noncommittal noise hoping the person would take the point she wasn't interested in what shocked them.

"You have got to be the most beautiful person I have ever seen." At that Cassie looked up ready to tell the letch to take his book and leave. But she was quite surprised at him.

He was tall about 6', he had dark hair with blonde high lights, it looked like he had just stepped out of a wind tunnel but the hairdo suited him. He was wearing loose jeans and a leather racing bike jacket, he also had big dark eyes. In a word he was gorgeous. Cassie couldn't help but let her mouth fall open at his heart-stopping smile.

"Excuse me miss?" Cassie didn't look away from this guys beautiful eyes.

"Uh huh?" She said, feeling rather stupid.

"Could you point me in the isle of sex games?" That caught Cassie attention. The guy turned around as well to stare at the little old woman. She smiled sweetly at them both, "Now I have your attention miss, could you tell me where the books on gardening are?"

Cassie smile and blushed, "Sure, I'll be right there." Cassie stepped out from behind the counter and walked over to the old lady quite certain the guy was still looking at her. "This way." She was glad she had decided to wear her favourite leather pants and cream cashmere sweater.

After the two women had stepped behind a bookshelf Cassie let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding in. The old woman was looking at her. "That young man is quite nice looking isn't he?"

Cassie nodded noncommittally, the old lady added, "Nice toush too." Cassie looked at the old woman and laughed.

"Can I help you with anything else?" The woman shook her head.

"No, you go bag him, I'll take the next one." She said winking.

Stepping out from behind the shelf Cassie shook her head laughing to herself. When she was back behind the counter she realised the guy was still there. He was giving her a half smile.

"What's so funny?" He asked 'he was sooo cute!' was all that kept running through Cassie's mind.

"The older generation," She answered and then realised just how stupid that sounded.

"Ah," He said, probably thinking she was a completely insane. "My name is Greg Sanders," He held out his hand. She took it and gave it a quick shake.

She couldn't help but notice he had big hands 'you know what big hands mean? Big feet and big feet mean…' She stopped her self in mid thought.

"Cassandra Stokes," He looked a little surprised.

"Stokes? As in Nick Stokes?" She smiled at his question.

"Y'up, he is my big brother," He raised his eyebrows.

"No joke?"

"No joke?"

"Huh," He nodded taking in her answer.

"How do you know Nick?" Cassie asked.

"Oh I work with him,"

"You're a CSI?" She asked a little shocked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Huh, you just don't look like a CSI, mind you neither does my brother so…" Cassie trailed off wishing she had something witty or funny to say but unfortunately she didn't, her mind was completely blank, then something hit her. "So your Sanders?"

He nodded smiling, "That would be me."

"Okay," Cassie was even more shocked, he brother had mentioned a Sanders a few times but this was not what she was expecting. She would have guessed he was some pimply, shut in, geek. And this Greg Sanders was none of those things.

"Do you want to grab a coffee?" She looked at him.

"Sure," She looked at the back of the store; she could still see the old lady looking at books through the shelves. "I have to close up first." He nodded and as if reading Cassie's thoughts the old woman shuffled out from behind the shelves.

"Nothing I want, Good night dear."

"Good night," Cassie called out after the old woman.

"Ready?" Greg asked.

"Yeah," Said Cassie grabbing her black denim jacket and purse.