The Tease

Greg tiptoed through the debris field, wishing he’d been more prepared and worn something besides running shoes. He knew, as did every CSI member, that ‘day off’ meant little in the solving of a crime. The ground was muddy and every step threatened a Styrofoam cup or beer bottle, each a potential piece of evidence. On the highway, police cruisers with flashing lights directed traffic.

He called out several times, uncertain of the crime scene location, but received only silence as a response. Greg could only hope he was headed in the right direction. He tripped on a tree root and dropped his case. Cursing, he bent to retrieve it and felt a hand caress his bottom.

Greg straightened with a smile. “Hello, handsome.”

Nick laughed. “The scene’s this way.”

“Odd. I thought you had a different scene entirely with that greeting,” Greg said as he fell into step beside Stokes.

“The crime scene’s this way. The other scene is later.” Nick responded as he slapped Greg on the back.