So, this chapter is kind of short, becuase its just leading up to some things. Thanks for the reviews, or shall I say, review! lol Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Disclamier: don't own csi....

Chaos. That wasn't even a strong enough word to describe what was going on as Emily Clark ran frantically around her lab, pulling papers out of printers and running tests. Her head was spinning, her phone was ringing, her pager was buzzing, she just wanted to sit in the corner and cry. Of course she knew that, that was not a grownup thing to do, so she fought back the tears of frustration and carried on. She knew that when she accepted this job, it was going to be tough. This was the number one crime lab in the country, but this right here, to her was more than one person could handle. How did Greg do this all?

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It was six in the evening when Greg returned, half an hour early for his shift, to the crime lab. Hoping to meet Emily in the locker rooms again he hurried through the hallway. A smile spread across his face when the door was in sight, and he could hear noises from inside. Walking in he was meet with Nick Stokes, pushing a black sweatshirt into his locker.

"Hey, Greg, how was your first day in the field yesterday?" Nick asked sitting down on the bench to face Greg.

"Fine, nothing to exciting, just a robbery," he replied hanging up his bag and hat, feeling slightly bummed out.

"Well buddy, we all got to start somewhere," Nick stated.

Greg nodded in agreement.

"Hey, have you met the new lab tech yet?" Greg asked curiously.

"Yeah, nice girl, I meet her last night. Before I left I dropped some samples off," he said before leaving, "She seemed sort of upset. Maybe you should check up on her."

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"Emily?"

Greg stepped into the lab, shutting the door quietly behind him. Walking towards the metal desk in the center of the glassed in room, he noticed a mop of brown hair covering the desk. Emily sat slouched in her metal wheelie chair with her head in her arms on the desk. Glancing around Greg noticed how clean and organized everything seemed. That's strange; he thought to himself, it was never this clean when I ran the lab. Greg turned back towards the sleeping lab tech and walked to the other side of the desk. Looking down on her, he swept back a piece of hair that had fallen onto her face, behind her ear. Her eyes were closed, glasses sitting awkwardly on her face. Her breathing was slow and steady, obvious evidence that she was sound asleep.

He watched her sleep as his mind wandered. He felt something for her. He knew he did, but something inside of him was telling him to forget her. To ignore his heart, and do what his head was telling him. Getting involved with someone four years younger than himself, that he worked with could only lead to pain, heartbreak. Not only for him, but for her too. He knew it would be hard to ignore his new colleague that he just met, but to protect himself and her from getting hurt, he knew he had to. But the idea of feeling like this with someone, starting something with this someone, having a family, and always having someone there, was something that he could picture very clearly in his mind. His internal conflict with himself was soon interrupted by a noise beside him.

Looking down, Emily had pulled her head up from the desk and was currently starring up at him.

"Where am I…?" she asked obviously confused.

"The lab," he replied sweetly, smiling at her messed up hair, which hung in awkward places around her face.

Suddenly something changed.

"Now get up. You've got work to do," he stated harshly, as he pushed himself from the desk and headed to the door.

Emily watched him leave, feeling confused. She took her glasses off and ran a hand over her face, rubbing her eyes. She slid them back on, turning to the spot where he had previously stood.

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