The night after Nicky had been pulled from the ground, Greg took to studying David Hodges. The twenty four hours before, Greg had noticed the older man several times dropping the sarcastic, jackass mask he carried around everyone else.
Greg and he had played Dukes of Hazard when shift had provided nothing for the newest CSI to investigate. David had surprised Greg with the comment about his loud shirts and wild hair. Greg had remedied that with a semi-loud shirt and neatly styled spiky hair (he still had to look slightly respectable). David had given him a smirk as he walked by the lab.
When Hodges had attacked the delivery boy to save evidence on the envelope regarding Nick, Greg had wanted to kiss the man. And when he did, later when they were alone, Hodges had grabbed onto him tightly and returned the kiss several times before Greg had been called to the warehouse scene.
The final act of the night, David Hodges, trace expert for the Las Vegas Crime Lab on Westfall Avenue, had rushed the trace on the prototype box found in the warehouse and had saved most of Las Vegas's law enforcement with a perfectly timed phone call. Greg, like most of the crime lab had gone home after Nicky had been placed in the ambulance and had not seen Hodges until he started shift the next night.
Greg took to studying the man as he had his coffee in the break room as David ran trace on a case from the night before that had been put off for Nicky. Hodges was bent over a microscope every time Greg looked up. Soon after his coffee, Sara dragged him off to a B&E for the rest of the night.
Greg walked through the halls of the lab, a few packets of trace in his hands. He'd already clocked out and had changed into even louder clothes, but had waited to drop the evidence off until he had done so. Hodges was running a comparison against fibres and had his face in a microscope. Greg walked up behind him and cleared his throat, relishing in the way the brunette man jumped.
"Sanders, must you?" David gave him a withering glare, but Greg noticed the way his lips were curving up slightly , trying to fight a grin.
"Must I what? Must I ask you if you want to go to breakfast, dinner, whatever with me? Yep, I must," Greg grinned and tossed the evidence packets to him.
"'Whatever' sounds good. Ten minutes?"
Greg gave him a wide smirk and headed to the break room for another cup of coffee. He wanted to be awake for this.

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