Disclaimers: Not mine

Spoilers: Nope



(The Past)

August 10, 1985. It had been an unbearably dull shift. The lack of cases meant I was stuck indoors doing endless piles of paperwork. Not that I wanted to be outdoors anymore than where I was. It had been an unusually rainy year in Vegas and one of the many storms seen that year was drenching the area that day. Then it happened. I consider it God's early birthday gift for me -- She arrived.

"Hey you."

I looked up and had to swallow to make sure my heart didn't jump out from my throat. She was stunning, moreso (if possible) than the night I had met her in that seedy nightclub she danced at.

"Hi." I manage a feeble response but instead of laughing like I expected anyone else would have, she flashes me a smile. That smile. It didn't matter how rainy it was outside or how stuffy it was inside. That smile gave me reason to continue living.

"You are now looking at the newest CSI on the team." She showed me her badge proudly.

I looked at it and as I began to regain control over my own body, I smiled back, "Congratulations."

"I should thank you."

"You already have."

"I know, but you don't understand how much your help has meant to me. I wouldn't be here without you."

"Well I..." I shrugged, realizing I must look extremely stupid with my blushing and my lack of vocabulary. "I didn't do anything."

"You helped me get out of that club and you helped me with my college stuff and I know I wouldn't have gotten this job if you hadn't put in a good word for me."

"You should give yourself more credit. They don't hire people on just 'a good word' around here."

"No matter what, I really appreciate everything you've done for me and I wanna thank you, but I'm not sure what it is that I could do." She paused and I held my breath as the grin on her face grew, "You know, as much as I hated dancing, I was *really* good at it. If you ever want a private show..."

If it wasn't for the air conditioner on full blast, I swear I would've exploded right there. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of many years of her teasing.

"I'm just kidding, Gil." She laughed when I didn't respond.

"Oh." And that was all I could get out without drooling all over myself.

"How about dinner? No lapdances, no tabletop dancing, no funny business. I promise."

"Dinner sounds great."

And I followed her out the door like a lovesick puppy. How was I to know I was going to be doing that for the rest of my life?

*To be continued*