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It didn't feel like anytime at all before they were back at work. With Greg's help they had managed to move all of her things from the hotel to the apartment. The movers had moved all the furniture and boxes from the storage space, so it was just a matter of putting them in the right place.
Phoebe arrived at the lab, and after throwing her things in her locker headed into the break room. She found Sara, Catherine, Nick and Warrick.
"Hey guys," she smiled heading over to the refrigerator, grabbing a can of soda.
There was a chorus of hellos from the others as she sat herself down beside Catherine.
"You ok?" she asked Phoebe, noticing she looked pretty beat.
"Oh, sure, I'm just tired, didn't get any sleep," she finished with a yawn.
"Hey," they all looked up to see Greg in the doorway.
"Man you look like hell," Nick joked.
"Thanks Nick," Greg muttered as he headed toward the counter to pour himself some coffee, "I didn't get any sleep," he informed them.
"You either," Catherine spoke up. Nick and Warrick shared a look, "What are you two smirking for?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah, you both have that look," Sara added.
"Oh, its nothing," Warrick said.
"Yeah," Nick smiled.
Greg looked at the two before shaking his head, taking a large gulp of coffee. Phoebe smiled at him, "Hey, thanks again for today," she smiled, feeling bad that he was obviously very tired.
"Its no problem," he yawned.
The others in the room all looked at each other, raising their eyebrows, wandering what it was that went on between them. Before anyone had a chance to comment Grissom walked in the room.
"Hey Griss," Greg was the first to speak up.
"I hope everyone's well rested, we got a busy night," he told them. Phoebe and Greg glanced at each other, sharing a look.
"Cath, I want you with Warrick, DB over at the college," he told them.
"Man, another dead kid?" Warrick asked.
"Sorry Warrick, I don't pick the cases we're given," he told him, handing the slip to Catherine, as the two headed out.
"Sara, you and Phoebe have got a DB over at Crest Falls funeral home," he said.
"A DB in a funeral home…" Phoebe began, glancing at Sara.
"He wasn't dead when he got there," Grissom added.
The two women nodded, both standing up, "We're there," Sara called, grabbing the slip from Grissom's hand as they headed out.
The two walked down the corridor, "You driving?" Phoebe asked Sara.
"Sure," Sara replied, "You still not know you're way round huh?"
"I'm getting there, but it's probably safer for you to drive, if I did I'm not sure where we'd end up," she joked.
In the car on the way to their scene Phoebe found herself slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't that she didn't like Sara, but she'd not really worked with her, and hadn't spent any time alone with her, so wasn't really sure what to say.
Sara glanced across at her, "So," she began, breaking the silence, "You and Greg seem to be getting on pretty well," she found herself saying.
Phoebe looked across at her, "Yeah, he's a really sweet guy," she said.
"So you hang out outside of work?" Sara prodded.
Phoebe paused, she couldn't tell what it was in Sara's voice, it almost sounded like jealousy, but she brushed it aside, "Oh, uh, yeah, he helped me find a new apartment, and move in," she explained, "Y'know, it helped having someone that knows this town, so he offered," she continued.
Sara nodded, "Yeah, he's a good guy… don't tell him I told you that though," she added with a small laugh.
Once they arrived at the funeral home they were met by Detective Vega. Their DB was a 29 year old Michael Rodgers. He was the embalmer, the owner had arrived to find him lying on the floor, next to the table with the dead guy he'd been in the process of embalming. The small pool of blood at his head had caused him to call the cops.
Sara began to take photos of the scene while Phoebe spoke to the owner, trying to get some more information from him. Once she was satisfied she'd got all she could she began to look round the perimeters while Sara took the body.
They were there for almost 2 hours collecting evidence before heading back to the lab.
Greg could see Phoebe and Sara walking down the corridor, heading in his direction. He could see they were laughing and wandered what they were talking about. As he got closer he heard Phoebe,
"Just bend over and take it like a man," she put on a deep male voice. Both Sara and her began laughing once more.
Greg stopped and stared at them, wandering what the hell they were talking about.
"Uh, hey Greg," Sara smiled, she glanced across at Phoebe, both realised what he must have heard and burst out laughing all over again.
He shook his head, "Y'know, I'm not even gonna ask," he muttered, which just caused more amusement.
"Hey Greg," Phoebe managed to spit out between her giggles.
"See you later," Sara continued as they carried on down the corridor.
Greg stood staring after them, "Man, I don't get woman," he muttered to himself before he turned and headed back down the corridor.
Greg walked into the IT room with a slight frown, Nick was sat at one of the computers and looked up, "Hey G, what's up?"
"Huh," Greg looked over at him, "Oh, uh nothing," he replied, looking at the screen to see what Nick was working on.
"Ok," Nick said, turning back to the screen.
After a few seconds Greg spoke up again, "Since when did Phoebe and Sara become best friends?"
Nick tried to hide a smile, looking up at him, "You saw them laughing too huh?"
"Yeah… I mean, they've not even worked together before tonight… I just don't get it… I don't get them," he complained.
"You mean you don't get women," Nick interpreted.
"Yeah," Greg nodded, "It's like they have their own special way of communicating with each other."
"Greg let me give you some advice, when you stop trying to get them it's a lot easier… I mean I started dating when I was 15 and I still don't understand them," Nick told him.
Greg sighed, and hesitated for a moment before speaking again, "Nick… If I say something can you promise me it won't go any further?"
Nick looked up at the younger man, "Sure…"
Greg looked down at him, taking a breath, before asking, "You think Phoebe would wanna go out with me?" he asked quietly.
Nick tried to hide his smirk but Greg caught it, "Y'know I knew I shouldn't…"
"I'm sorry," Nick cut him off, "Listen… just be careful, she just split up with her fiancé right?" Greg nodded, "So just give it time…"
Greg nodded again, "But… you think she would?" he asked again.
Nick smiled, "You won't know unless you ask."
It was nearing 5am, Greg was extremely tired; he hadn't had a break all shift. He headed into the break room, humming to himself as he did so.
"Shh," he heard and looked over spotting Sara sat on one of the comfy chairs.
He gave her a questioning look, wandering why she was shushing him, she pointed down to where he could now see Phoebe laying across two of the chairs, asleep.
"How long she been asleep?" he asked in a hushed voice, as he moved to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee, draining the last of the pot.
"Not long… I thought I'd at least give her some time… sounds like she's had it kinda tough recently," she told him.
Greg stood leaning against the counter, "Yeah, she has… so you two getting along well."
Sara smiled, "Yeah, she's pretty cool."
Greg nodded, "Uh huh."
"You're not jealous are you Greg?" Sara teased.
"No," he scoffed.
Sara gave a quiet laugh, "You so are!"
"Sara, why would I be jealous that you and Phoebe are getting on well," he tried.
"Cause you want to be to be her new best friend,"
"Whatever," Greg muttered, taking another sip of his coffee.
Sara laughed aloud, which caused Phoebe to stir, "Way to go Sar," he mocked.
She just glared at him, looking down at Phoebe, who was rubbing her eyes. She opened her eyes, and looked up from Sara to Greg, "Oh man, did I fall asleep?" she asked, sitting up.
"Yeah," Sara smiled at her.
"Sorry," she yawned, "How long I been out?"
"Not long, don't worry about it," Sara assured her.
Phoebe looked over at Greg, "I think I could do with some of that," she looked at the cup in his hand.
"Here," he handed her his cup, remembering he'd finished the pot.
"Oh… its ok, I don't wanna steal your drink," she returned, stifling another yawn.
He gave her a small laugh, "I think you need it more than I do,"
"Thanks," she smiled, taking the cup from him, as Greg turned round to brew another pot.
"So where are you guys on the case?" he questioned.
"Actually we're done," Sara said.
"Already?" Greg was surprised, "How did you manage that?"
"Autopsy showed cod was a massive MI," Phoebe explained.
"Yeah, head trauma was due to the fall," Sara finished.
"Man, you guys got the easiest case of the night," he complained.
"Phoebe, Sara," Grissom appeared at the doorway.
"Hey Grissom," Sara said, looking over at him.
"You wrapped up your case…"
"Yeah, guy died of an MI," Phoebe confirmed.
"Ok, Sara, I want you with me… Phoebe, Warrick and Catharine need your help," he told her.
"Sure," she nodded.
"Sara, we need to go talk to our suspect," he told her.
She stood up, "Lets go… see you guys later," she called to Phoebe and Greg, as she followed Grissom out the room.
"I'd better go find Catherine and Warrick," she said, draining her coffee before slowly pulling herself up. She stretched her arms and legs yawning once more.
Greg laughed, "You want another cup to take with you?" he asked, pointing to the freshly brewed coffee.
"Actually, that's a great idea," she smiled at him.
Phoebe had been in her apartment now a little over a week, and half of her things were still in boxes, but it was still so much better than being in the hotel. She was still tried, finding herself getting home from work, spending a few hours unpacking, sleeping for a few, getting up and spending some more unpacking again. Though she was making sure to get enough sleep that she didn't fall asleep at work again.
She was happy to find she was working with Nick and Greg again that shift.
Their case was a female victim, 31 year old Becky Halliwell, cod was asphyxia due to strangulation. The nail scrapings they'd recovered from their victim gave them a hit through CODIS, a Marc Hamilton, the security guard at her apartment complex.
Once they'd questioned him he'd admitted he'd been in her apartment, but claimed that he hadn't killed her. He told them it was his colleague, Nigel Brookman, claiming he'd only helped him dispose of the body, which had been found in the woods behind the complex.
"I mean its impossible to move a dead weight like that by yourself, right?" he'd said.
They didn't believe him, and were trying to disprove his story.
"So if we can prove that he could move the body by himself then we're closer to getting him," Phoebe spoke up.
"Yeah, but how do we do that?" Greg asked, "I mean its not like we can go get Becky's body to carry her around to prove he's lying."
"No, but we can improvise," Nick said, glancing across at Phoebe.
She caught this, "Nick, are you suggesting what I think you are?"
"Well Phoebe you're roughly the same build as our vic, and you're the one who said if we can prove he could move the body by himself…" he trailed off.
She sighed, "Sure, ok… so, evidence tells us she was on the floor when he killed her, so he would need to pick her up from the floor and then carry her out the apartment, down the corridor, which was what about 25 feet, then out to the woods."
"Ok, but surely the hardest part would be picking her up, I mean she was a dead weight right," Greg pointed out.
"Yeah, so Phoebe, if you would," Nick pointed down at the floor.
"Man, the things I do for the sake of my career," she muttered, sitting down on the floor.
"So… Greg, you're the same stature as Hamilton, see if you can pick Phoebe up," Nick instructed. Greg looked over at Nick, "Please," Nick added.
"Ok," Greg said slowly, walking over to where Phoebe was lying on the floor.
"Ok, remember, you cant help, you're dead," Nick reminded her.
She nodded, lying herself down, looking up at Greg as he stood over her, "You drop me and I'll kill you," she warned.
"Dead bodies can't talk," Greg told her.
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
Nick laughed, "Ok Greg," he prompted.
"Well… he would have to get right down on the floor to pick her up," he began as he knelt down beside Phoebe, he stared down at her, trying to figure out the best way to do it, after a moment he moved round so he was in front of her, "Ok, so I figure the best way would be…" He began, pulling Phoebe forward so she was sat up. Then holding her in this position he leant his shoulder into her, placing her over his shoulder, with one arm on her back he slowly stood up, wobbling slightly as he did.
"Greg I swear you drop me…" she began.
"Less noise from the corpse," he cut her off.
Nick smothered his laugh, as he watched Greg stand into an upright position with Phoebe hanging over his shoulder.
"Ok, so he could definitely have picked her up alone," Nick said.
Greg nodded, "Yeah, that was easier then I expected," he admitted.
"Uh… guys… can I get down now," they heard Phoebe's voice.
"Oh, sorry," Greg began, bending down slightly, placing his hands on her waist as her feet touched the floor. As he stood up right his hands remained on her waist.
She smiled up at him, "Thanks for not dropping me,"
As Nick stood watching the two, he could see there was an obvious attraction on both sides, he cleared his throat, causing Greg to remove his hands and Phoebe to take a step back.
"So… uh, we know that he could pick her up…" Phoebe repeated.
"Having fun?" Phoebe heard the all too familiar voice coming from the doorway.
They all looked over to see Chris stood there, "What are you doing here?" Nick asked, "We're working."
"Is that what you guys call it?" he asked sarcastically.
Greg glanced over at Phoebe, she looked angry and kinda upset, all at the same time.
She sighed, looking back at Nick and Greg before taking a few steps toward Chris, "What do you want?"
"I just want to talk," he told her.
"Fine," she gave in. She turned round, "Listen guys… I wont be a minute," she promised them, before grabbing Chris's arm and pulling him out into the corridor. The first empty room she spotted was the conference room and pulled him in after her, shutting the door.
"Phoebe…" he began, but she cut him off.
"I thought I told you not to come back here," she reminded him.
"I'm not just gonna give up on us Pheebs… what we had was too good for that," he tried, taking a step closer to her.
She immediately took a step back, and found herself meeting the wall, "Chris… how many times do I have to tell you, there is no us anymore."
"Baby come on, I'm sorry, I told you, I never wanted to hurt you… I was stupid and I know that now… cant we at least give it another go?" he asked quietly, taking another step toward her.
With no where else to go she found herself face to face with him, "Chris, please," she said softly.
She felt his hand on her cheek and moved her head away, she was so confused, she knew she didn't want to be with him anymore, but part of her had missed him… the old him at least.
"Come on… we were so good together, we cant just throw that away," he tried, leaning his body in towards her.
At this she pulled back, "No Chris, you can't do this anymore, its over, we're over!" She slapped his hand away and tried to walk past him.
He grabbed her arm, holding it tightly, "No we're not… you can't just walk away from me," he sounded angry.
Phoebe looked towards the glass windows that were the walls of the room, she could see everyone out in the lab, but no one seemed to be looking her way. She tried to pull free from his grasp, but he only tightened his grip, "Chris, you're hurting me," she tried.
He pushed her back toward the wall, "I wont let you throw this away," he threatened, holding her arms either side of her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sara yelled as she pushed open the door to the room.
Chris immediately let go of Phoebe, stepping back, "We're just talking," he said innocently.
Sara stepped in between the two, "It looked like more then that to me," she continued, her voice still raised.
"Stay out of this Sidle," Chris told her.
"Don't threaten me… guys like you make me sick," Sara pushed him.
"Sara," Phoebe spoke up, finding her voice.
"Hey!" Chris pushed back.
"Guys," Phoebe stepped forward.
"What's going on in here?" all the noise had attracted the attention of Grissom.
"I'll tell you what's going on, this moron had Phoebe pinned up against the wall," Sara explained.
"Hey, watch who your calling a moron!" Chris stepped forward.
"Hey!" Grissom began, stepping in between Chris and the two women, putting a hand up to stop Chris. He turned and could see Sara was angry and Phoebe looked upset, "Phoebe?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she said quietly.
He turned back to Chris, "Leave, and I don't want you coming here harassing my staff," he said firmly.
Chris took one look back at Phoebe, before turning and storming out the room.
Once he'd left he turned back to look at the two, "I'm sorry…" Sara began, looking from Grissom to Phoebe. Phoebe gave her a small smile,
"Thanks," she said quietly.
"Sara, go get a drink… cool down," he instructed.
She nodded before leaving the room, leaving Phoebe alone with Grissom. He motioned for her to take a seat, which she did, looking down at the floor, she couldn't help but feel like she was in trouble.
Grissom sat down also, turning his chair to face her, "So, you want to tell me what that was all about?" he asked gently.
She looked up at him, "Grissom, I'm sorry… that huh, that was Chris, he's my ex fiancé…" she explained.
"And he came here to talk to you?"
She nodded, "Yeah… I kinda walked out on him when I caught him cheating on me, he wants to talk about it… but I don't…"
Grissom nodded slowly, taking his glasses off as he rubbed the bridge of nose, Phoebe looked at him, "Grissom, I just want to apologise, I mean he was never like that… before he wasn't… I just…" she looked down shaking her head.
"Phoebe, I'm your supervisor, and if you need to talk then I want you to know my doors always open,"
She gave him a small smile, "Thank you… I just don't understand, he was always so good to me… and recently its just like… he keeps turning up at my crime scenes, at work…. I don't know what to do," she admitted.
"He's in homicide right?" Grissom questioned. She nodded in reply, "Well I'll speak to Brass…"
She cut him off, "But I don't want him to know I've said anything," she sounded worried.
"It won't get to that," he assured her.
She nodded, "Ok… I just want you to know that in wont let it affect my work," she assured him.
"I'm not worried about that Phoebe," he told her.
Another nod, "Thank you Grissom," she said quietly, pausing before standing up, "I uh better get back to Greg and Nick."
He gave a small nod, watching as she headed out the room, "Phoebe," he called as she opened the door.
"Yeah?" she turned.
"Any more problems with him, let me know," he said.
"Ok," she said with a small smile before turning back, heading down the corridor.
It was finally time to go home, Phoebe was in the locker room, she wasn't sure where Greg and Nick were, after they'd finished in the interrogation room she'd lost them somewhere between there and the locker room.
She sat on the bench, her locker open in front of her. She leant forwards resting her elbows on her knees, head in her hands. Since Chris had gone a few hours ago she'd concentrated on the case, trying not to think about him. For a moment she'd actually felt afraid of him, which is something she never thought would happen.
She was lost in her thoughts and didn't hear anyone else enter the room, and jumped slightly when she heard Greg speak, "Hey," he said softly.
She looked up, "Oh, hi Greg, I didn't hear you," she admitted.
"Everything ok?" he asked as he opened his own locker.
"Oh yeah," she said, standing herself up, pulling her bag and cardigan out from inside.
"You sure?" he persisted, sitting himself down on the bench as he changed his shoes, throwing the pair he'd had on in his locker, listening to the bang it created.
Phoebe paused, looking down at him sighing, "I don't know… I guess its just Chris," she admitted.
Greg looked up from tying his laces, "He's really getting to you,"
"I wish he wasn't, its just you know, most people end a relationship and that's it, its over… but he just wont let it go," she said quietly, rubbing her eyes.
He stood up, looking over at her, "Pheebs, don't let him get to you, eventually he'll get the message… from what Sara said I don't think he'll come back here again," he finished with a small smile.
She let out a small laugh, "Yeah, I think she scared him a little."
Greg smiled at her, "Come on, let's get out of here," he said, as he grabbed his jacket slamming the locker door shut.
"Sounds good," she replied, as she too slammed her locker shut, grabbing her bag from the bench, following Greg out the room.
They got to the reception and were just about to leave the building when Greg stopped, "Damn it, I forgot my car keys," he cursed as he reached his hand in his pocket.
Phoebe rolled her eyes, "I thought I was dopey," she laughed.
Greg laughed, "You carry on… I'll see you tonight?" he asked.
"Sure," she smiled at him, as she watched him turn and head back inside.
It was bright and sunny outside as she made her way out to the parking lot. Pulling her keys from her bag, she listened out for the beep as she pushed the button. As she got to the car she reached out to open the door and jumped as she felt a hand grab her arm, turning her round, "Chris!" she jumped.
"I don't like being made a fool of like that," he said lowly.
She looked up at him, "Well then don't act like one," she shot back.
He stared down at her, she could tell he was angry, "I'm not the fool… you're stupid if you thought I would just let it go."
"I'm stupid?" she questioned, "I'm not the one who thinks there's any chance that we're gonna get back together," she spat.
He stepped in closer, pushing her up against the car, "Don't you dare tell me I'm stupid!"
She stared up at him, refusing to back down this time, "It's easy to do," she said quietly. He grabbed her shoulders roughly, causing her head to bang against the window, she flinched, expecting his fist to make contact with her, and was surprised when she felt someone pull him away. Looking up she saw it was Greg.
"Get off her," he warned, stepping in between Phoebe and Chris, holding his hand up to prevent Chris getting any closer.
Chris laughed, "Oh look who it is, Sanders to the rescue," he teased.
Greg ignored him and turned to look at Phoebe, "You ok?"
She nodded, "Yeah," she told him, rubbing the back of her head.
"Man this is great, first you tail Sidle around like some little lap dog and now Phoebe," he smirked.
"Chris," Phoebe tried.
Chris ignored her, "You'll always be second best, nothing more then a science freak, the one who'll never get the girl," he sneered.
Greg clearly looked hurt and embarrassed, Chris smiled to himself, Phoebe stepped out from behind Greg, "Just shut up! You're a complete asshole you know that! I don't know what I ever saw in you," she yelled angrily.
"You whore," Chris cursed, reaching out to grab at her again.
Greg stepped in slamming Chris up against the next car, one arm pinning him there, "You call her that again and I swear to god I make sure you regret it," he threatened.
"You wouldn't risk your career like that" Chris threw back.
"Whose career do you think would be on the line, a cop who's pushing his ex around… or mine?" Greg reasoned. Chris didn't say anything, Greg held him there for a moment longer before stepping back, letting him go.
Chris straightened out his uniform shaking his head, "Whatever your trying to prove Sanders it wont work, she's way outta your league," he muttered walking away.
Phoebe and Greg watched him go, once out of sight she turned to look at Greg, she could clearly see that's Chris's comment had brought him down and he looked embarrassed.
"I'll see you later," he said quietly, turning to leave.
"Greg wait," she placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.
"Phoebe," he sighed.
She looked up at him, "Thank you," she said quietly.
"Don't mention it," he replied.
"Uh… you wanna go get some breakfast or something," she began "please?" she added, noticing the look on his face.
He sighed once more, "Sure… I guess."
They entered the diner across from the lab in silence, Phoebe followed Greg where he headed over, sitting in a booth. She surprised him by rather then sitting opposite him placing herself beside him.
Before she had a chance to say anything the waitress appeared, they both placed their order, returning to the silence once she'd gone.
"Listen Greg… thank you for helping me out," she told him.
"Hey, I told you, don't mention it," Greg repeated, looking down at the table, playing with the sugar pot.
Phoebe sighed, "Greg, please don't let what he said get to you… he's nothing but a jerk," she told him.
"Pheebs…" he began, but was interrupted as the waitress reappeared with their drinks.
"Thanks," Phoebe smiled at her, once she'd gone she turned back to Greg. He was now staring into his drink, "Greg please," she tried.
He looked up from his drink, catching her gaze, "The thing is, everything he said… it's true." he finished quietly.
"What?" Phoebe was surprised, "Greg that's just crap… "
"You're trying to tell me I'm not some science freak?" he reasoned.
"Hey, in this job we're all science freaks," she pointed out.
He turned from her to look out the window and he paused before turning back to her. "Phoebe… the things he said… we all have our insecurities, and he just managed to nail all of mine" he found himself telling her truthfully.
She hesitated, unsure what to say, he looked away again, staring into the bottom of his juice. After a moment she spoke up, "Greg, he only said those things to get a reaction," she tried.
"Maybe so, it doesn't change the fact that they're true, I mean I haven't had a real girlfriend in like 4 years…"
"But I bet you've dated…I mean this is coming from the guy who was a Phi Beta Kappa," she reminded him. At this she got a small smile, "I knew there was one in there somewhere," she said quietly.
Greg sighed again "The truth is, even at school I felt second best to my friends… I mean imagine starting school a year early, everyone else is older then you, and they all think you're just some nerd who's trying to kiss ass with the teachers." he told her. He looked over at her, and carried on, "And now look at me, I'm almost 30 and I still don't have it right, I'm sat here with the most beautiful woman I've ever met and I cant stop talking about myself."
Phoebe blushed, and didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth to say something but was again interrupted by the waitress, who placed their food on the table. Greg began to pick at his food, while Phoebe just stared down at the plate in front of her, "And now I've embarrassed you," he spoke up.
"No, Greg, it's not that… it's just, nothing…" she looked down.
The two of them sat there in silence for a few minutes both picking at their food, not really eating it.
After another minute she spoke up, "You know, I'm not really beautiful, its just makeup."
Greg gave a small laugh, "Don't cut yourself short,"
Phoebe laughed, "You're one to talk," she pointed out.
"Point taken," Greg returned.
They were quiet again as they both ate, after another few minutes Phoebe spoke, trying to change the subject, "Y'know, I still can't believe we went to the same college and I never knew you."
"Small world huh," he smiled.
"I bet you had your fair share of girls at college," she added.
"I guess… but would the Delta Gamma Phoebe Jones have dated me I wonder?" he pondered.
"I think we both know the answer to that question," Phoebe said softly, smiling.
He glanced across at her, "I don't."
"You just want me to give you an ego boost," she teased.
Greg just smiled to himself, looking down at his plate, "You know I would have," he heard her say gently.
He looked across at her, "What, even though you're out my league," he couldn't help but say.
She held his gaze, frowning slightly, "Greg, I'm not out of your league."
Greg looked away, not sure if he believed her, "Greg…" she said.
He looked back, "You sure you're not just saying that to try cheer me up," he said suspiciously.
"Promise," she assured him.
They didn't stay much longer, and soon found themselves heading out the diner. Greg held the door open for Phoebe, once he'd closed the door he buried his hands in his pockets, skulking behind her. She stopped and waited for him, linking her arm though his, much to his surprise. She smiled at him, "Don't look so surprised Greg," she told him.
He smiled, "Sorry."
They walked across the road, over to the parking lot, heading toward Phoebe's car. Once they got there Phoebe let go of his arm and turned to face him.
"So…" she began.
He smiled nervously, "So…" he repeated.
"Greg, I just want you to know… whatever Chris said, well I don't agree with any of it, and I think you're a really great guy," she smiled, looking a little shy as she did.
His cheeks turned a slight shade of red, "Y'know, if I had any guts at all right now I'd kiss you," he said quietly.
She found herself staring right into his eyes and after a slight hesitation leaned up, pressing her lips against his.
For a moment he was too surprised to react, but soon found himself kissing her back, taking his hands from his pockets, resting them on her waist. Phoebe stood up on her tiptoes, deepening the kiss, resting her hands round the back of his neck.
After a minute she pulled away slowly, stepping back, she bit her lower lip, a smile playing on her lips, "I'll uh… see you tonight Greg," she said softly.
"Uh… sure," he smiled, still slightly dazed. He stepped back as she opened the door, getting in the car. He could only stand and stare after her as she gave him one last smile before driving out the parking lot.
After another minute of standing in the same spot he managed to turn and walk in the direction of his own car, a smile beginning to play on his lips. As he reached his car he looked up, and stopped when he saw Chris sat in his patrol car, staring at him from across the street.
He jumped, hearing Nicks voice behind him, "Nick, uh hey," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Nick had a smile on his face, "So… you and Phoebe huh."
"Oh… you uh… you saw that?" Greg questioned.
"Was difficult not to," he teased. Greg looked down, slightly embarrassed, "Hey man, I'm pleased for you," he smiled at the younger man.
Greg couldn't help but smile, "Thanks Nick."
"Sure… anyway, I'll see you tonight," Nick said.
"Sure, bye," Greg called, as Nick walked over toward his own car. Another pause before he finally got into his car, smiling to himself all the way home.