A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews :) Here we are the 100th story! I can't believe I lasted this long XD thanks so much to everyone who's stuck around from the beginning, but also welcome new comers as we are no longer near the end ;) This story is for a Guest who asked for the first time Greg met Russell. Enjoy!

Summary – Greg thought he would never meet someone quite as strange as himself until he met D.B. Russell.

New Boss

As Greg walked down to the tram he found himself wondering what their new supervisor would be like. They hadn't been told much, not even a name, and this left Greg wondering if the person had the same air of mystery as Grissom did or perhaps the arrogance of Ecklie and found it unnecessary to introduce themselves. Greg severely hoped it wasn't the latter.

He was still somewhat reeling from Langston's departure. Greg had once questioned if Ray in fact trusted the team, but it turned out the older man had many reasons to hide, and Greg was sure if it was someone he loved in that situation, he would have done the same. He couldn't say he'd ever practically grown close the Ray, but he'd always respected the older man and Ray gave that respect back to Greg – he never treated Greg like the child Catherine and Nick did sometimes.

So, Greg hoped that this new guy – which was all he knew, it was a guy – was going to be more open with the team, but what's more, not treat Greg like he was inferior just because he was the youngest. Greg felt like nobody understood him until he ditched the wacky hair and crazy clothes to be a CSI. Sometimes he still felt like he was living a façade, but it would be nice to have someone who did understand he had a crazy past, but still treated Greg with the intellect he knew he possessed.

Greg also knew that he was probably going to have to be the figure of welcome to this new man. Catherine and Nick still seemed a bit huffy about being demoted – which was understandable – but Greg didn't think it would be fair to take that out on the new guy – it had been Ecklie's decision after all. Although, Greg somewhat feared meeting this new man, because it seemed to him that every time he started to get close to someone, they'd leave…or worse – he did a silent prayer for Warrick.

Greg soon snapped his head out of his thoughts as he reached the tram and stepped onto the mobile murder scene. He found no one else had arrived yet, other than the officer guarding the outside who he'd flashed a smile of greeting to. Greg headed over to the body and put his kit down.

The CSI placed his hands on his hips and frowned. This didn't seem right. The victim was supposed to have been dead an hour, and yet his skin was still full of colour and as far as he could see there was no stab or bullet wound. However, the eyes were very convincing, the way they lay open, wide and somewhat glazed.

Cautiously, Greg bent down and started to reach two fingers out towards the body's neck, just to check there was no pulse. As soon as his fingers touched the still warm skin, the man jerked and cried "Hey!"

Greg yelped in surprise before falling back and landing on his butt. The CSI sat back with his palms on the floor breathing heavily and watching with wide eyes as the supposed victim sat up on the floor.

"Sorry, your fingers were cold and I was in the zone" the older man said flashing him a smile.

Greg just shook his head in disbelief and stammered "Wh-wha…"

"Oh, I'm sorry how rude of me, I'm D.B." the man said sticking out his hand.

"No you're not!" Greg retorted still in shock "There's nothing D.B. about you, you still have a pulse over God sake!"

The man just laughed "No, no, D.B., that's my initials, my name, D.B. Russell"

Greg quirked his eyebrow "Are you serious?" he asked calming down a little.

"Yes, what's your name?" D.B. asked.

"It's um, Greg, Greg Sanders" he replied.

"Well, um Greg, do you want a hand up?" D.B. asked as he stood up from the floor and offered his hand to Greg once more.

Greg eyed the hand cautiously for a moment, before accepting it and letting D.B help him to his feet.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Greg asked trying to regain some of his dignity by appearing authoritarian. "You can't just mess around here, this is a crime scene"

"What I'm doing here is investigating" D.B. replied with a soft smile "I am a CSI, your new boss"

"Oh" Greg said, suddenly feeling highly embarrassed and flushing a deep shade of pink.

D.B. chuckled "That's the colour I go when my wife catches me talking to himself" he declared.

Greg's eyes widened; He's nuts…cool. "I'm sorry" he said.

D.B. frowned "I thought you said your name was Greg?"

"It is" Greg laughed "but I also thought you were dead"

"Well, then I guess that makes me sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" D.B. replied "It's just, I like to get hands on"

Greg shrugged "It's okay, I just hope you don't think I'm so incompetent that I can't tell when my supposed victim is dead."

D.B. shook his head "I don't think that at all" he assured the younger man.

"I'm just curious…" Greg started "but if D.B. doesn't stand for dead body, then what does it stand for?"

"Well…why don't you tell me about your name first?" D.B. countered.

"Okay, as far as I know Gregory means watchful or alert, and Sanders is the Americanisation of Sanderson, which is Scandinavian, Norwegian to be exact" the younger man relayed.

"Ah, I thought so, you have that Scandinavian edge to you" D.B. claimed.

Greg frowned "I do?" nobody had told him that before.

"Yes, and are you watchful and alert, Gregory?" D.B. asked.

Greg flinched "No one calls me Gregory" he mumbled and D.B. smiled "and if I was alert then I would have known you weren't dead straight away" he stated.

"That had nothing to do with being alert" D.B. said with a wave of dismissal "Besides, you did know something was wrong quite instantly, and I'm a very good actor" he added with a wink.

Greg smiled "Well, you nearly fooled me, nearly. Believe it or not you wouldn't be the first body to come back to life on me"

"Yes, I have to say I've had similar experiences" D.B. said.

"So, what does D.B. stand for?" Greg asked, still out of his own curiosity.

"Don't bother" the older man replied "Or at least, that's what I tell people"

Greg smirked and rolled his eyes "I'm not going to get a straight answer, am I?"

"I'm afraid not" D.B. replied.

"Okay well how about this, what made you decide to move to Vegas?" Greg asked, determined to find out more about his eccentric new boss.

"Well, one of the directors of the lab got in touch and explained a few things, it sounded like you needed me" D.B. explained. "My team back in Oregon, they didn't need me anymore. So, I moved on"

"And your wife was okay with that?" Greg asked.

Russell smiled "Yeah, we've been together since college. I go where she goes, she goes where I go"

Greg smiled back; he wondered if he'd find someone like that someday.

"What about you? Did you come over from Norway?" D.B. asked Greg.

"Oh no, I've never actually lived there" Greg said. "I grew up in California, San Gabriel, and I lived in New York for a little while too"

"New York is quite a city, why'd you choose Vegas over it?" D.B. asked, just as curious about his younger colleague.

"Well, I figured if the whole crime lab thing didn't pan out, I could always become a prostitute or a stripper as a back-up plan" Greg shrugged. D.B. just blinked at him. "I was ... I was just kidding" Greg said a little awkwardly "I moved because I was offered an internship at the lab"

"Ah" D.B. replied "I was going to say I once had the same plan" he beamed, and Greg laughed.

"Should we erm, perhaps look at the crime scene?" Greg asked looking around.

"Perhaps we should" D.B. mused. "What are the first things that strike you as odd?" he asked.

Greg scanned the area with his torch "Well, that appears to be slime" he said with a grimace "And those appear to be ants" he said moving a little further along.

"Do you know what type of ants they are?" D.B. asked.

"No, you should ask Nick about that" Greg replied "He's bug man mark two"

"How about you?" D.B. asked "What's your specialist skill?"

"DNA analysis" Greg said "But besides that, resident history nerd"

"And what exactly is it that classifies you as a nerd?" D.B. asked.

"Well, I wrote a book on it for a start" Greg stated "Sin City Secrets, it's all about mobster life in Vegas"

"Sounds interesting, I'll have to read it sometime" D.B. said eagerly.

"Oh, I wouldn't bother" Greg said modestly "I don't expect many people have"

"Hey, there will be no negativity on my team" D.B. said in something which mocked authority, yet he was smiling lightly "You should never be ashamed of something you put your all into, as long as it's in legal boundaries of course"

Greg smiled back at him "Of course." He assumed D.B. must have some children, as Greg felt the older man was surrounded by a very fatherly nature. "Tell me some more about you" he requested.

"Well, I have four children and a granddaughter, Katlin" D.B. said proudly "And my parents were singers, so I spent most of my childhood out on the road, talking to hitchhikers"

"Sounds adventurous" Greg said.

"It was to a degree, but I think most kids just want to settle down for a while, you know?" D.B said, and Greg nodded.

"What got you into science?" Greg asked.

D.B. smiled at the memory "I was fourteen when my parents picked up this young professor trying to make his way to some university, train never turned up or something. Anyway, we got talking and he told me he was a criminology professor, and as a thank you for what my parents did, he gave me this book all about the subject of crime solving and his microscope. He said it would come in very handy one day, I was curious about the world, and it would help me look a little closer"

"It must have been fate, then" Greg said with a lopsided smile.

"Yeah, must have been" D.B. replied "How about you?"

"Well, when I was little my dad used to get sick a lot because he'd been born with a weak immune system" Greg explained "so he and my mom were always with him at the hospital, so at first I thought I wanted to be a doctor and help people like the doctors helped my dad"

"I'm guessing that didn't work out" D.B. said.

Greg shook his head "No, when I was sixteen my father was killed in a bank robbery because he was protecting this woman and her chid, but the person who shot my dad was never caught. And that's when I knew, I didn't want people to suffer from the same injustice that me and my mother did"

"Wow…I'm sorry about your father" D.B. said placing a sympathetic hand on Greg's shoulder.

"It was a long time ago, and he died a hero to me" Greg said proudly "besides I'm very close with my grandfather, he made sure I was still a man" he said with a light laugh.

"So you're kinda like Batman, huh?" D.B. said.

Greg laughed "Yeah, kinda." He smiled at his supervisor "I never thought I'd meet someone as weird as me, and you should take that as a compliment"

D.B. smiled back "I will"

Greg was really glad to have met D.B. Russell; he was the best the team could have hoped for, and he was sure that he and the new boss were going to get on very well indeed.

I really enjoyed doing this one; I think Greg and Russell have a great bond :)

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