I'm on a roll tonight! WHOO more chapters! okay, just a note. This is not how my story was going to go originally but, i like how this is turning out so i'm goin gto go with it!

Disclamier: don't own CSI...

Greg climbed the metal stairs, quietly and slowly, until he reached the open air of the rooftop. Taking a deep breath, pulling in the early morning fall air, he looked towards the mountains in the distance. The sun was just peeking over the tops, casting the sky a painter's pallet of pink, orange and yellow. Walking to the edge of the building, he saw the outline of another figure standing still, except for the waving of her skirt in the wind, against the wall looking towards the sky. Continuing forward, he also reached the edge and turned towards the figure.

Emily Clark turned her head to face Greg, as she crossed her arms over her chest. Three weeks had passed since she started her new job, and after her very first day, the only words coming out of his mouth to her where words of angry, to hurt her, or tease her. Somehow that relived the stress of not having to continue to feel the feelings she had felt for him when they had meet. But the words he said, or more like yelled at her, where getting more and more hurtful every day.

She quickly turned away from him, heading back for the door, in hopes of avoiding a very unhappy conversation. She heard a laugh from behind her, which caused her to freeze in her footsteps. Turning back to see what was so funny, she found Greg starring at her.

"No fight tonight?" he asked playfully coming towards her.

She shook her head, and began back towards her exit.

"Oh, come on now Emily," he said speeding up.

At first this plan to avoid his feelings, was mostly ignoring her. But the teasing began and increased rapidly when his feelings kept getting stronger for her. He had to get her to quit, and this would be all over. She would be gone and out of his life for good.

Once he reached her on the staircase leading back into the lab, he grabbed her wrist. He pulled and whipped her around to him. She bumped into his chest and came face to face with him. He grabbed her forearms, trapping her in his strong hold. Suddenly Greg felt his heart speed up, and to his surprise hers too.

"What do you want Greg?" she whispered not making any attempts to move out of his grasp.

He felt like his heart was about to explode, and the desire to kiss her was more overbearing than the fruity scent that escaped from her hair and body, which was so close to his own. But before his heart took over, his mind reminded him of the plan.

"You," Greg whispered back, as he leaned closer to her face, and his brown eyes locked on hers.

Emily's knees began to shake, and her stomach felt as if it would fly out of her body. Her breath caught in her throat, not knowing what to say or do.

"You, to stay out of my way," he finished letting go of her arms, bumping her shoulder as he quickly stepped past her, and down the steps.

Emily stood stunned; her heart beat loud in her ears. She leaned back and was luckily caught by the wall. She slid down and sat quietly on the staircase watching the opposite wall, thoughts racing in her head. A noise could be heard from below her, and suddenly Catharine Willows sat beside her. Before Emily knew it, tears where streaming down her face, body was shaking from sobs. Catharine put an arm around her, stroking her hair while Emily leaned against her continuing to cry. Not knowing Catharine very well did not matter know, while she took the role of a mother, comforting Emily as three weeks of pent up angry and sadness overwhelmed her.

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