Ruffled

A/N: Come on, you have to give me props for not saying “Blue Hawaiian.”

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Greg bent over the bench in the locker room to tie his shoe as Sara walked in.

“We have a DB just south of Lake Mead… better wear something warm.” She said, eyeing his flimsy jacket.

“I don’t have anything warmer. I’m just a poor CSI now, you know. DNA technician paid twice as much. All I can afford now is bread, water, and video games.”

She laughed, ruffling his hair. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm one way or another.”

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“Whoa, that smells… horrible.” Greg said, as he knelt over one of the two decomposing bodies in a shady apartment building off strip.

“What did you expect it to smell like, cotton candy?”

He snapped a photo, and then another, making his way around the cadaver.

She walked over to him, and set her case down to put on her gloves, but not before ruffling his hair.

He sighed. He spent a whole seven minutes combing it just right.

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“What’ve you got there, Greg?”

He looked up at her from the microscope.

Hair found on the victim’s pillow matches the hair found in the passenger seat of the car. Open and shut case.”

“Good job.”

He smiled, jotting down a few last notes in the case file.

As she walked back by, she messed up his hair.

“Why does she always insist on ruining my hard work?” He asked himself aloud, before shutting the file and exiting the room.

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“That coffee is sludge, you know that, right?” Greg said, right as she took a sip.

“Oh that’s just disgusting.” Sara mumbled, pouring it down the drain.

“Told you.”

“What happened to-“

“Like I said, DNA paid twice as much. I’ve had to cut down on a lot of things.”

“Like hair gel?” She replied comically, ruffling his hair.

He flattened it with his hands once more, sighing. “Why do you always have to do that?”

She smiled at him. “Maybe I liked it better when you spiked it, Greggo.”

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The next day, Greg showed up for shift with impossibly high spikes in his hair, accompanied by about three tubs of gel.

When Sara saw this, she laughed hysterically. “You don’t have to try so hard, Greg. When I agreed to be your girlfriend, that included agreeing to accept Greggo for Greggo… spiked hair or not.”

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A/N: I liked the spiked hair better… but like Sara said… Greggo for Greggo. :)