First thing's first; this is for my friend, who is currently somewhere in the southern hemisphere and whom I pity because of the too long plane ride. She's the one who gave me the base-line idea for this … written thingy.

Laura, don't eat the Kiwis!

Hee hee… like my pun?

Ladon

And now…

A Random Day At The Vegas Crime Lab: You Know You Love Me … Type One (1)

Greg's headache persisted as the night wore on, which did nothing for his bad mood Deirdre was imposing on him as a result of her chipperness. He winced as the other tech spotted Sofia in the hallway and bust out her name, waving madly. At the sudden noise, a sharp pain screamed through his skull, something that the Tylenol Deirdre had given him some time ago didn't seem to help with.

To make things worse, it was a busy night, so two shifts of CSIs were here, all asking for results. Nick and Warrick didn't seem to understand the sentence 'I'll page you when I've gone them' and kept popping in and out of the DNA lab, badgering him each time he told them he didn't have their results, insisting that they were extremely important.

Of course they're important, he thought waspishly as Sofia rounded the corner that blocked her from sight. This is a crime lab, isn't it?

"Greg, if you still have that headache," Deirdre told him as she processed one of Catherine's many hair samples, "then take a break."

He glared at her, but this only made the pounding in his head worse. Deirdre, though, didn't seem to notice as she went on. "Maybe you have low blood sugar or are dehydrated or something if it's not gone."

"Yeah, maybe," he muttered in reply, stripping off his latex gloves and lab coat. The break room would be quiet, right?

To his luck, the break room was just that. He grabbed his water bottle from the fridge, being tired but not wanting coffee at the moment, and collapsed into a chair. He pressed the bottle onto his forehead and a mild form of relief came to him as the cold water soothed his head.

His relief was short lived, though, as Deirdre had decided to find him and keep him company. "I just want to see how the poor little Greggy-Weggy's doing," she cooed into his ear as she gave him a hug from behind.

"Deirdre?" Greg grumbled, getting out of the chair to get away from her embrace. "Shut up."

"Oh…" she stepped around the chair and forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her hips against his. Her voice was seductive but amused as she began the chant Greg knew only too well. "You know you looooove me… You want to huuuuug me…"

"Deirdre? I'm really not in the mood."

"You want to kiiiiiiiiiss me…"

"Okay, got it."

"You want to maaaaarry me…"

"Can you shut up now?"

"And let me have you baaaaaby…"

"You know what?" He said quickly, before she could interrupt again. He stepped away from her and her arms dropped from his neck. "That's great, now go work."

A grin spread across her face as she glanced over his shoulder, but she said 'okay' and skipped away. Turning around, he saw what she was grinning about.

Nick and Sara were walking passed the break room, obviously trying - and failing - to keep strait faces as they did so.

He should've known that they would put Deirdre up to that. She would do anything for one more can of Dr. Pepper.

…

And there you have it folks! It's a lot shorter than the other one, I know, but you just have to wait a not very long time (I don't really know how long) before we all get to see how Deirdre reacts under similar circumstances!

I'll just say it like this: don't piss off half insane DNA techs from Oregon.

You'll see…

(maniacal laughter)

xCxBxBx