Sorry it took so long, i had to kind of do this chapter with my friend as her story's intertwined with my own. Enjoy!

[Skye's POV]

Nick and Grissom left, leaving me and this guy alone.

I looked at him.

He wore jeans and a cool black tshirt which had what looked like silver paint splatters on it and he wore black converse on his feet. He was average height and fit.

I saw that he had mischievous brown puppy dog eyes, a goofy grin that I immediately liked, and his hair was long, a light brown color with random patches of blond. Looked like he bleached his hair by himself. But I liked it, it was different than Nick's short black hair or Grissom's graying cut.

As soon as I saw him, I was stunned for a second, not even breathing for seconds. He looked a little like Ryan Wolfe. For a split second, I thought Ryan beat me to Vegas. But Ryan's hair was darker, he had hazel eyes that were more serious.

Either way, I liked Greg. Plus the whole "foot in the mouth" moment was priceless.

"I'm Greg Sanders." He introduced himself.

"Skye Stokes."

"Nick's been talking about you."

"Really?" I asked. Nick and I weren't the closest or very friendly to each other, but we did act civil to each other and had our moments.

"Yeah. Says--and I qoute: 'She's crazy to leave Quantico to go work in Miami where you don't breathe air, you breathe water.' "

I laughed. "Yeah. But the FBI and I weren't meant to be. They're really serious. No fun. I loved the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. The team was my family. I--crap!" I said, remembering about Ryan and how I was supposed to call him.

"What?" Greg asked, alarmed.

"Nothing. I just need to call Ryan." I said, checking the time on my cell phone. It was 7:30pm here, 9:30 on the East Coast in Miami. Ryan would be awake, so I dialed his number.

"Who's Ryan?" Greg asked, a twinge of jealousy and curiosity in his voice.

"He's--"

"Hello? Skye?" Ryan picked up.

"Hey, Ryan. It's me."

"Oh, you were worrying me. I thought something went wrong."

I shook my head though Ryan couldn't see it. "Oh no, I'm fine. I just forgot to call. Sorry."

"It's fine. How was the flight?"

I was aware that Greg was right next to me, casually eavesdropping on my phone conversation and was able to hear Ryan. "It was fine."

"Was it?" Greg asked quietly.

"It sucked." I mouthed.

Greg laughed quietly as Ryan said "Glad to hear the flight was good. Are you at your cousin's now?"

"No. Nick was running late so he dropped me off at work. He had to work and didn't want to leave me alone to blow up his house or something."

"But it's…7 your time." Ryan sounded confused.

"He works the graveyard shift. And apparently, so do I."

"oh."

"Yeah. So I'm here in Sin City, safe and sound." I smiled.

Greg and Ryan laughed at the statement.

"That's good, Skye. Be careful, ok?"

"I will."

"I…WE miss you already." Ryan said.

"I miss you too, Ryan. Tell the team the same." I said. "I wish you could be here. Vegas is so pretty at night."

"Pretty." Greg echoed, with a smile. I knew he was thinking of all the cases he had worked on during the night shift.

Vegas had its ugly night side too, the one I would soon see. But for now, all I saw was it's pretty tourist-capturing side.

"I bet it is cuz you're there now."

I felt my cheeks heat. "I think I've got to find my lab and get started on stuff. I'll call you later, ok?"

"Ok. I love you."

I paused. "I love you too, Ryan. Tell everyone I said hi."

"Will do. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up.

"Was that your boyfriend?" Questioned Greg.

"Um…Kinda. We've been on-off since we met." I said, wondering if Ryan and I could work out with me so far away. Then I decided to get the subject off me, and onto something else. Like Greg. "So how about you? You have a girlfriend?"

He blushed a little then looked to his shoes then back at me. "No." he said kind of ashamed, dully, and embarrassed.

I figured that he obviously wasn't a womanizer like my cousin was, I decided to flatter him a little. "Weird. I thought you would. You're really cute."

Greg's eyes lit up and I knew I made his day. Or night. Whichever way Greg thought of it.

I spotted a adorable blush on his cheeks and wondered how far I could push it. "Cuz you know, you have really pretty eyes. I don't think I know a girl that could resist those big puppy dog eyes."

He blushed furiously, his face turning a hot pink.

I had enough of making him blush with words, I wondered what would happen if I actually got near him. "And your hair looks so soft." I said, then stepped right infront of him, our bodies just inches away and I kept my eyes on his as I ran my hand through his hair. Given, it was soft.

"You're cuter up close, Greg." I breathed, a slight smile on my face.

He turned red as a tomato and he smiled, looking down at me; our faces just inches away. "You're just messing with me now, arent you?"

I laughed, stepping back. "Yeah I am, but it's true. All of it. And your face looks hot. Literally. If I throw water on it, will it sizzle off?"

He chuckled. "Maybe."

"I bet. So you gonna show me around or do you want me to keep sweet-talking you to see how red you can get?"

Greg smiled as he led the way out of the break room. "How bout I show you around and you keep sweet-talking me?"

"I'd rather have the tour then sweet-talking. Mainly cause I have nothing else to go off on." I laughed.

"Fine." He agreed with a goofy grin and proceeded to show me around.

Greg was a great tour guide, showing me and introducing me to all the labrats who greeted me nicely and with a little bit of awe, as somehow they all heard where I worked and things.

Only one who I didn't really like was Hodges, who tried to flirt with me badly, but when Greg blew him off, he got nasty, subtly insulting Greg, I defended him then Hodges ultimately decided to ignore the both of us as we did to him.

Now Greg and I were walking down the hall, discussing scuba diving. He asked if I went in Miami, I told him yes then he told me that he knew how to scuba dive too.

"I was just there, then I saw this dead body, tied to a rock. I went around a corner and there it was. I like, screamed underwater and quickly retreated to the surface and ran out of the water onto the shore, screaming for Eric Delko, my friend. He was laughing his face off, he planted the dummy there on purpose to freak me out."

Greg laughed. "Aw, poor you. My first time, I was spazzing out too. I forgot how to breathe for a second or two."

"Aw, true love right there, look at The One and stop breathing for a couple seconds." A joking female voice said. "So I read from Greg's diary."

I looked away from Greg's brown eyes to identical brown ones.

A pretty girl stood there, infront of us. She looked like Greg, just a female version. Her hair was down, it was wavy and dirty blonde.

"I don't have a diary." Greg said, and grinned. "Hey Erica."

She smiled, her eyes flicking from Greg to me, then back to Greg.

"This is Skye Stokes, Nick's cousin; Skye, this is Erica Sanders, my little sister and Nick's girlfriend."

"Hi." Erica said, her smile friendly.

"Hi." I replied. "I didn't know Nicky had a girlfriend."

Her smile faltered a little. "He didn't tell you?"

I felt bad a bit and quickly said, "Nick's not an open book when it comes to spilling the beans on his love life."

She nodded a little. "oh."

"Don't worry. I was gonna find out one way or another."

"Erica told me 10 minutes after Nick asked her out. She can't keep a secret in for more than 5 minutes. Nick keeps his secrets well, secret."

I nodded. "How long have you two been dating?"

"2 weeks." Both Sanders said in unison, but in different tones. Erica like a lovestruck schoolgirl, and Greg like a cranky disapproving old man.

Obviously the two had different feelings about my cousin.

I just smiled at them and Erica decided to get the subject off her and onto her brother. "Ya know, Greggo, I thought you finally got a girlfriend."

Greg looked a little embarrassed and hurt, but covered it up with a awkward laugh. "Uh, no."

"I can't believe he doesn't have one, Greg's really cute." I offered, trying to bring a genuine smile to Greg's face.

Greg smiled at me and I smiled back.

Wow, his eyes are pretty. I thought.

"Well, I can believe it." Erica grinned.

Greg made a face and Erica did one right back at him.

"Family. Gotta love them."

"Eh. I'm related to a loser." Erica said.

"So am I." I smirked. "Nick's my cousin."

Greg laughed. "I'm related to a freak."

"I'm not a freak!" Erica argued.

"I beg to differ. When we were little you sacrificed your Barbie dolls' heads to the Egyptian sun god, Rah!"

I burst into laughter but stopped immediately, looking to the ceiling.

Erica was silent and then said "You know what? I gotta get to my lab. Nice meeting you, Skye. I like your name, by the way." She said as she walked away.

"Thanks. My parents were hippies." I joked.

"Bye baby sister, I love you!" Greg shouted towards her.

"I'm going to flush your coin collection down the toilet, Greg!" She said back and rounded the corner, leaving.

Greg laughed and I smiled. "Wow, you guys are…different."

He nodded. "Sibling love. Can't you feel it?"

"Sure, you can say that."

"Well, come on. There's still one more thing on my tour of this place." Greg said.

I huffed a little. "Still more?"

Greg smiled his goofy adorable smile. "Just one more thing."

"Really? You said that 3 times this past hour."

"I promise. Eagle Scout's honor. Come on." Greg said.

I smiled and followed Greg down the hall, wondering where he was taking me now.