Amy woke up to a mix of smells: Greg and something wonderful coming from the kitchen. She lay in the bed for a moment, savoring the smell, then stretched and stood up. When she opened the bedroom door, she heard some music playing soft. As she padded down the hallway it came apparent to her; Fuel was playing, but Greg must have turned down the volume so it wouldn't wake her up. She got to the end of the hallway and watched as Greg danced around the kitchen cooking. He turned around and caught her staring. A blush crept into his cheeks. "Did I wake you up?" he asked awkwardly.

"No. I smelled something delicious and I came to see what it was."

"Well you're in for a treat, Miss Conner," he got a smile out of her from that comment. "Because what I have cooked, I cooked especially for you. Egg omelet, bacon, and toast-with strawberry jelly, of course." He put emphasis on the word. "Because I know how much you like it."

"Why thank you Mr. Sanders, how nice of you." She laughed. "What are you having to eat?"

"Well I was thinking something complex, like, oh I don't know cereal or something." They both laughed. "I, uh, have to go into work tonight. Will you be ok here by yourself?"

"I think I can manage. I'll be fine."

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Greg walked into the lab just in time. He walked to the break room where Nick and Warrick were sitting talking. "Hey Greggo." Nick said. Warrick copied. "So…." Nick trailed off wagging his eyebrows up and down.

"What?" Greg asked, confused.

"Oh, don't hold back. We heard about the girl you took in from that case you had last night. I heard she was living with you know." Warrick chimed in.

"Yeah, she's a friend of mine. So?"

"So, how good of friends are you?" Nick asked.

"I personally want to meet her." Warrick said.

"Ok, ok. I see what you two are trying to do. Just so you know, we are not sleeping together," Greg saw a look of disappointment cross over their faces. "We've known each other since we were kids." He turned to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup.

"Do share." Nick said casually. '

Greg sighed as he sat down, took a sip of coffee, and said, "Her parents and my parents were best friends. In turn we became best friends. Her dad got in a car accident when she was six. She lived in Albuquerque for years until she was eighteen, then, coincidently she came back to Henderson go to collage. We dated for a little while, but it didn't really work so she moved in with her boyfriend and I moved out here. The end."

"That's it?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, that's it-." Greg's cell phone began to ring. "Hello?" he answered. "Amy, sweetheart, I can't hear what you're saying. Calm down. Ok, now tell me again. Ok, Ok, here's what I want you to do. The computer desk had a drawer on the left hand side. Yeah that one. Ok now there is a gun-it's just a precaution. Ok? I promise I'll be there as fast as I can. Stay in the hallway. Ok? I'm coming. Ok, bye." Greg ran out of the room, but was stopped by someone pulling on his arm. "What?!" he yelled.

"Greg, what's wrong?" Nick asked worried.

"Amy thinks someone is outside the house. Let go."

"You can't go by yourself. I'm coming with you." They walked down the hall, out the door, got into the Denali and sped off.