"Where do you want to go?"
"What?" Cleo had almost fallen asleep. Jet lag seemed to hit her at really random moments; even months after she'd arrived in America.
"You know," Greg nudged her, suddenly shy and sweet, "for our first date?" Cleo yawned unintentionally, shaking her head to wake herself up.
"Oh Greg I don't know. We could just go round to yours, pizza, movie. I'm so bloody tired I think I might fall asleep standing up…" she almost fell over, but Greg caught her, chuckling as he did so. "See? My point is proven." She shook her hair, now green with black streaks, brushed down her lab coat and grinned at Greg. "What do you think?"
"Sexy as hell" Greg remarked, right of the bat. Cleo laughed and winked at him, pulling him close.
"Not me stupid, although I'd have to agree with you there…" Greg rolled his eyes, "the date. We could go to my place, but you know, my bedroom is basically full of boxes," she looked him dead in the eye, "and I hear that's a total turnoff." Greg blushed slightly, his hand on her waist, but he didn't lose his cool. Cleo kissed him quickly on the lips and grinned. "Got to work darling, but I'll see you later, m'kay?"
"Ok, and how about six?" Cleo must have given him a confused look, "you know, for our first date? I get off at five thirty, and I need to sort the apartment out…" She smiled warmly, and nodded, turning away from him before he could see her flush with excitement. He kissed her cheek and left, and it was all she could do to stop herself from celebrating then and there in the lab.
"Date night then?" Hannah asked, grinning like an idiot. Cleo rolled her eyes. Hannah annoyed her slightly. She was always so cheerful, always smiling, not that Cleo hadn't been smiling all the time for the past two weeks. At least she had a valid reason. She ignored Hannah, and went back to looking at some sperm down a microscope, her favourite past time. She could hear Nick sniggering to himself. The one downside to this relationship…
"Yes, Hannah." Cleo tried not to sound icy, but the 'go away in her voice was still definitely there. Hannah didn't get the hint.
"O.M.G you guys are sooo cute! Have you kissed him yet?" Cleo suppressed yet another eye roll. Hannah knew they'd kissed. The whole police department did. It wasn't her fault that her 'lab partner' had the memory span of a freaking fish.
"Yes, Hannah." The 'go away' in her voice was even stronger. She saw Sara walking past, and tried to send her a telepathic message. "Come on Sara; please get me out of here, please, please, please…"
It didn't work.
Hannah continued to coo over Cleo and Greg, who she had nicknamed Cleg. Cleo continued her work, wondering why her relationship had to be named after a less than favourable British politician. She began to clock watch, and as Hannah began to talk about her boyfriend back in California, Cleo watched the clock slow down. Cleo had to admit that Hannah did seem to have issues with her boyfriend. Trevor (or was it Troy?) seemed to be incredibly possessive and violent with Hannah, who Cleo had to admit was attractive. But if Trevor/Troy had been her boyfriend, she would have left him, reported him to the police, done anything. But Hannah seemed oblivious, and as Cleo began to listen more carefully, she became more and more worried.
"Han, you have to talk someone other than me about Trevor, maybe Catherine, or Sara. He seems too possessive and violent for you to be happy with him. Has he ever hit you?" Cleo noticed how quickly Hannah shook her head and pulled a face that screamed you're lying dear and you know it, but Hannah had turned her back, because she obviously now realised she had said too much. Cleo looked up at the clock. Six. Finally. She hugged Hannah, told her if she needed anything to call, and clocked out.
She never made it to Greg's house.