Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I don't even own Mel haha. But she allowed me to borrow her, thanks hun.
Thanks: To Mel for doing the beta on this chapter, and for everybody for sticking with me so far.
A/N: That took me a long time, didn't it? I've been very busy with school, and even more busy with finding my inspiration. I've posted some things on another account too, but it's non-GSR, so... if you're a GSR shipper it's not interesting hehe. Penname for that one: L0stAng3l. Okay, now on with the story, enjoy! And tell me what you think!
Chapter 4
"So, where are we going?" Mel asked casually, looking at David sideways.
He blushed a few shades of red and cleared his throat. "I uhm… made reservations at the Bellagio. I hope that's okay with you."
"Are you insane?" She squealed, which made Hodges shift uncomfortably in the car seat. "You really shouldn't have, I mean… we could have just gone to Burger King or something. I mean, the Bellagio, uhm… wow!"
He smiled. "I take that you agree?"
Mel grinned at him. "Absolutely." And she leaned in to give him a small peck on his cheek, which caused him new redness.
When the Bellagio fountains came into view Mel smiled at him, she was very excited. She had never been to dinner at the Bellagio before. The hotel was all lighted, and she leaned against the window to get a good view of it while they drove by.
Hodges smiled back at her. "We're here." He parked the car in the underground car park and opened the door of the passenger side, so Mel could step out of the car.
He softly took her hand to help her. After she was out, he locked the door with the remote control, and led her towards the elevator that would lead them to the right floor. He noticed how she started to walk slower as they neared the doors. Worriedly he looked at her. "What's wrong?"
She grinned sheepishly. "I'm… afraid of elevators."
He chuckled and grabbed her hand. "May I lead you to the stairs, my lady?"
She blushed. "Of course you may."
A few minutes later one of the waiters brought them to their table and Hodges pulled back the chair for Mel, so she could sit down. When she sat, he walked around the table and sat down himself.
The waiter looked at them. "Would you like something to drink?"
Hodges gestured to Mel that she could order. "I would like a red wine."
"Same."
When the waiter had left Mel rested her elbows on the table and looked at Hodges. "Sooo… here we are."
He nodded. "Here we are."
They had some friendly talk until the waiter came back to take their orders. Mel ordered lasagna, and Hodges took the seafood plate. The waiter smiled friendly at them before leaving them alone again.
"So… uhm, what kind of job do you do?" Mel asked casually.
"I'm an employee of the Las Vegas crime lab, I work in the trace lab, nightshift." Hodges told her.
But Mel had already stopped listening after the mention of the lab. 'Oh my, that means he's a co-worker of my dad… What if my dad doesn't like him?'
"You know, the one on North Throp Boulevard. I'm sure you've heard about it, or seen our supervisor on TV… Gil Grissom." He rattled, not noticing that Mel wasn't fully listening and that she was pretty quiet.
'Gil Grissom? Yeah, that name sounds pretty familiar, I think he was the guy my dad didn't like that much.' She thought. "Is he that guy with the… bugs?"
"Uh yeah, entomology. But uhm… how about you? What kind of job do you do?" He asked. 'Oh David, you've seen her working…'
"I'm a writer for a magazine. Currently I'm working about showgirls in Las Vegas, that's why I'm dancing in that club… That's not what I normally do." She blushed.
"I uh, didn't think you were the type for an exotic dancer no… Not that you're not… Never mind." His cheeks reddened and he stuttered.
"It's okay David, I understand what you mean. But tell me more about your job; it's obviously more interesting than mine." She laughed.
"Well, what do you want to know more?" He asked after taking a bit of his plate.
She thought for a moment. She wanted to be sure they were thinking about the same lab, maybe she hadn't heard him correctly, and didn't he work with her dad. "Tell me something about your co-workers, most are CSI's right?"
"Yeah yeah, well first there's Gil Grissom, the entomologist. He's a strange man, seems like you never do something right… Anyway, then there's Sara Sidle, who's got the biggest crush on that man, God knows why. And Catherine Willows, ex exotic dancer, she's nice actually. Uhm, Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown, always making bets over cases, they really should grow up."
He paused. "Then we have Greg Sanders, ex lab rat. He was working in DNA at first, but now he's a CSI as well. And the lab techs Archie, Bobby, Neil and… me. But I'm not a co-worker of me… well, you know what I mean."
She smiled softly at him. "You worked in the trace lab? What do you do there?"
"I process the things they find on crime scenes… for example fibers, hairs, or biological products, like plants. It's a nice job really."
"What about your boss? Is he nice?" She asked, wondering if that was a strange thing to ask.
He waited a while before answering. "Conrad Ecklie, yeah… he's a nice man, a little quick-tempered, but nice."
They both finished their plates and Hodges went with the waiter to pay. Mel stayed at the table until he came back. 'So he really does work with my dad… and he's fine with him. Now find out what my dad things about David, not that it matters, I like him and that's important.'
She smiled at him when he came back. He smiled back shyly. "So uhm, do you want to go home or… we could, maybe see a movie?"
Half an hour later they where sitting at the movies, with popcorn and some soda. Mel was sitting on Hodges right, leaning against him lightly, trying not to be too obvious.
When the movie began the lights went out and Hodges wrapped his arm around Mel's shoulder, pulling her against his side.
She smiled to herself and snuggled closer, enjoying this feeling of closeness.
Neither paid attention to the movie and got closer and closer. Mel was leaning with her head of Hodges' right shoulder and he was still having his right arm around her, caressing her upper arm. With his other hand he held hers, tracing the soft skin with his fingers.
When they finally arrived at Mel's apartment, Hodges stopped the car and loosened his seatbelt so he could go out of the car to open the door for her. He did so and she smiled softly at him, taking his offered hand.
He walked her to her door. "I really had a nice time Mel, we uh… should do this more often."
"I really had a nice time too David, you're a very nice guy." She smiled, looking him straight into the eyes.
He sheepishly smiled back at her. "And you're a nice woman." With that he softly kissed her, leaning back quickly, wondering if she was okay with it.
When he saw her smile he leaned back, this time kissing her longer, feeling how she begged for entrance. They shared a few passionate kisses together before Mel pulled away. "I should go inside, it's getting late."
He smiled. "Right." And with one final kiss on her lips, he turned around and walked back to his car. The goofy grin didn't disappear from his face the rest of the day.
TBC
