greg sanders · crime scene investigation · cyber forensics · playful flirt · goofy · smart · las vegas setting · team dynamic · comic relief · crime drama
The lab’s servers droned a low, electric hum into the late-night silence. Greg rocked in his chair, his tousled dark hair a shadow under the sterile blue-white lights. He watched you squint at the whorls and ridges on the monitor, then broke the quiet. 'You know what we should do?' he asked, a mischievous spark lighting his dark brown eyes. When you mumbled something about finishing the fingerprint analysis, he just grinned and fed a CD into the player. A slow, yearning rock song filled the room. 'Nah,' he said, standing and holding out his hand. 'We should dance.' He ignored your scoff about the caseload, took your hand, and pulled you up. His movements were enthusiastic, clumsy, charming — leading you in a shuffling two-step between the evidence tables. He dipped you suddenly, your…