David sat in the break room of the CSI Lab, immersed in his own thoughts, as he sipped on a cup of what was supposedly called coffee, but he had his doubts. He watched as other personnel of the Lab passed the entrance of the room. Everything that had happened to him over the past 24 hours was now settling, his involvement in the latest development with the miniature killing case, gaining Grissoms respect, and proving his worth to the lab, brought a smile to his face.

Although, there was one thing that confused him about last nights' shift. He kept trying to replay it in his mind to make sense of what, but couldn't. Maybe it was just him reading more into it, something he thought might be there, yet really wasn't. 'Who am I kidding', he thought, as he stood up, 'a guy like me, a girl like her!' He shrugged it off, as he tossed the paper cup into the trash bin, heading toward the door, nearly colliding with Greg Sanders.

"Watch where you're going, Sanders!" David scowled at the young CSI as he pushed passed him. "You swear you owned the place!"

Greg chuckled and muttered loud enough for David to hear "No, that's what you think. I heard about you're little escapade last night, what were you thinking Hodges?"

David stopped and turned to face Greg. "I did what six CSI's couldn't do, and that was find the common link between the four miniatures!" David's snarl turned to his patented snarky grin.

"Shut-up Hodges!" Greg barked back, rolling his eyes. "I should've known you were up to no good, when I caught you in Grissom's office last night. You broke lab protocol, tampered with evidence, and dragged the other tech's into you're delusional little schemes! I'm surprised Gris never suspended your ass!"

"Now, what was it?" David paused, placing his index finger to his lips, looked off, thinking for a moment before he continued. "Ah!" He refocused his attention on Greg. "Kiss MY ass!" he chuckled, as he mocked the young CSI. "You're just jealous that I was the one that figured out the connection and not you. Tough break, 'Greg-O!' Better luck next time. Maybe you could crack the case of the shitty coffee that someone keeps brewing here, that's more up your alley." David's smirk grew bigger as he took one final look at Greg. He spun on his heel, and headed toward his lab, with what he felt, was an extra little bounce in his step after his brief altercation with Greg Sanders.

"I hate you Hodges!" Greg called out after him, as he watched David walk off. 'I know' he thought laughing to himself

As David turned the corner of the hall nearing his lab, the smirk, which he was still sporting, disappeared once he saw her. The glass walls, that separated the labs and hallways in the crime lab, was the only thing that stood between him and the DNA tech, Wendy Simms. He stopped briefly, to watch her work, as he thought about his interactions with the young lady last night. Interactions which were still confusing him!

He swore to himself when he first transferred to Las Vegas from the LAPD, that he'd never develop feelings toward or get involved with anyone at work, and was doing great for several years, until SHE got entangled with last nights events. Now he didn't know where he stood, or even if he did, when it came to his so called 'relationship' or lack there of, with the DNA tech.

He knew something was there in the gut of his stomach, ever since the day she arrived at the lab. She stood out from the rest. Her approach and views on different matters were unique, and he liked it. He didn't know why, and often found himself kicking himself, trying to remind himself of his vow's, not to develop any feelings or get involved. Yet, as time past, the feeling of admiration toward the young Wendy Simms grew, finding himself spending less time scolding himself for it, and more time trying to be in her presence.

Quickly, he snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed her grabbing a couple of case files from her counter, and motion toward the door. David wanted to turn and walk the other way, but knew it wouldn't solve anything. The shift had just recently started for both of them, and he couldn't go around trying to avoid her the whole night, he'd get nothing productive done.

He took a quick breath, and continued on toward his lab.

He cleared his throat, determined to get to his lab with as little contact with Wendy as possible. "Simms!" He managed to mouth out as he nodded to her, and quickly refocused to his task on hand.

She looked at him awkwardly, briefly studying the cold shoulder he was giving her. With that, she made the detour and followed him into the trace lab. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She piped up, startling David, as she slapped the files she'd being carrying down on the table. "First you say nothing to me in the locker room at the start of Shift, at break, you got up and left when I came into the break room and now this, this, attitude?"

"What does it matter to you? Most people would prefer it that way!" David replied, shrugging off her supposed 'concern' for his welfare. "Anyway, don't you have results that need to be somewhere?" He turned to face her, trying to make as little eye contact with her as possible, and put on a fake smile.

"Well...!" She hesitated, attempting to read him, but soon gave up. He was difficult enough as was, let alone, the mood he was in today. "I just...never mind!" She picked up her files not knowing what to say, and slowly backed toward the door. "I just thought, well, after all that had happened..." Her sentence trailed off when she noticed he wasn't paying any attention to her. "You know, forget it! I can see now why they all think you're an asshole. I don't know why I even bothered making any attempts to talk to you." Wendy turned in a huff, and made an exit, leaving David to himself.

"Asshole!" He muttered to himself, raising a brow. "Now why doesn't THAT surprise me!" David looked down at his work load and groaned as he reached for a file, but all he could think of, were the little flirtatious looks that Wendy tossed him, what only seemed like a couple of hours ago, as they discussed the miniature cases in the break room. The innocent, sincere smiles she flashed him after he shared his enlightening thoughts with her, her responses to them.

"I can't believe for half a second I actually thought I might..." 'What did she mean by that? Was she just toying with me? Did she actually have feelings for me, or am I just an idiot for thinking she does? Had she figured me and my feelings for her, out, for real?' David sat staring at the microscope which was in front of him. He really didn't feel like being at work, yet he knew he couldn't leave. This was going to be a long night. He rubbed the back of his neck, a subconscious thing that he did, when irritated, frustrated, or nervous.

He glanced up a moment later, to see Wendy walking back toward her lab. Her hair was pulled loosely back, with strans that wisped, taking in the shape of her face. The lab coat unbuttoned, moving gracefully with her every stride, exposing a rose colored blouse that seemed to compliment the form fitting beige capris which accentuated her long legs.

She must've seen David watching her, because instead of going back into her own lair, she made a left turn into his, walking up and standing directly opposite him. "Okay freak-boy, what is it? And I don't want to hear any excuses, out with it!" She flashed a little smile, but as quick as it appeared, it disappeared, replaced by a stern look, straight into the eyes of David. "I figured you'd be out bragging to anyone that was foolish enough to listen to you about last night, being your normal, arrogant self, yet here you sit! Something is definitely wrong with this picture."

He stared back, as she tapped her fingers on the table. Something that normally irritated the hell out of him, yet for some strange reason, this time, it was like music to his ears. 'My god, I am being sucked in by her, what is wrong here? David Hodges never gets outplayed, not by anyone!' He smiled, even though he didn't want to, and found himself rather obliging to her request!

"I could care less what the others think! It's not all about the glory." His quick response to Wendy's little, 20 questions game, was interrupted by a sudden outburst of laughter from the young lady.

"Oh my god!" She managed to blurt out before laughing again. "Who ARE you and what have you done with the real David Hodges?" She attempted to stifle her laughter by clearing her throat. "You're such a liar!"

He looked at her with great annoyance and turned away. "You asked, I told! What do you want from me?" Even though it bothered him to no end, that she was attempting to pry into his thoughts, he was still kind of hoping her response would be 'You!' But he figured, that was highly unlikely.

"How about the truth for a change. You are capable of that, aren't you?" She looked directly into his eyes, as if searching for his soul. "Come on David, there's more to you then this insensitive bastard you try and portray. What are you trying to hide?" She leaned over, resting her elbows on the table, her chin in hands, not breaking her eye lock with him.

David tried looking away, but found it difficult. "Don't concern yourself with it, really it's nothing." He finally managed to break the stare, and looked down into the microscope.

Wendy giggled as she watched him. "Now I know for sure you're lying!" She reached over and gave him a playful shove in the shoulder. "There's nothing under the microscope Mr. Hodges, so out with it! You have NO excuses this time...but nice try."

For the first time, David felt uneasy in his own lab, and in the presence of Wendy Simms, wishing she would leave him alone. He opened one of the files in front of him, and rubbed the back of his neck again. "Well...I...umm..." He found himself stumbling over his words for what seemed like the first time ever, as he looked back up at the DNA tech.

"Does this have anything to do with last night?" She asked innocently enough, smiling back at David.

David quickly looked away again, desperately searching for something to create a diversion. 'Was he that transparent? Or could everyone see it?' He questioned, a sense of panic coming over him. He just wished she would stop talking, because in all honesty, he was afraid to hear the harsh truth. The truth that she was probably just teasing him last night. That she didn't share the same feelings for him as he did her, and he really didn't think he could handle the rejection line of: "David, I like you as a friend only!"

"Ah, David? Wendy was now standing next to him, nudging him to regain his attention.

"You know Wendy..." He started, standing up in front of her, almost to close for his own good. "This probably isn't the best time to talk about this, I mean, you got a lot of work to do, I got a shit load to do." Pointing toward the accumulated stack of files sitting on the corner of the table. "Maybe on next break." Knowing, that the chances of him able to take a break at the same time as her, was nearly impossible as the nights cases were starting to trickle back from the field for lab processing.

He noticed a disappointed look cross her face as she finally gave in to what he had pointed out. "I suppose you are right." She sighed, looking down like she'd just been defeated, making David feel almost guilty for what he had said or had not said. With that, she raised her right hand and dug her index finger into his chest. "I'll remember this, and we WILL talk about it later. Don't think you're going to get off that easily, Hodges!" With that, she flashed him a devilish grin, turned and headed out toward the DNA lab leaving him watching her intently, as she left.

As the night progressed, things got busy for both of the lab technicians, leaving very little time, for a break. David was kind of relieved that he never had much spare time, because he really didn't know what he was going to say to Wendy, and didn't want to fuck up like he did the first time.

Expressing himself emotionally, was not a trait that he possessed, and being forced into this situation, by a lady he was extremely fond of, made him as nervous as hell. So his plan of action was to try and duck out a few minutes early, and avoid the uncomfortable situation that was almost inevitable. He hated the thought of having to do it this way...to her, but felt, it was the only way.

He finished up his work load and straightened up the lab for the day shift, as he looked at the clock on the opposite wall. He was pleased with how he picked up the pace after a horrible start to the night, yet still managing to finish up with 12 minutes to spare. He took a quick look out and across the hall, to if Wendy was nearby. He raised an eyebrow surprised as she was nowhere to be seen. So with that, he darted out of the trace lab, and made the trek toward the locker room.

David slowed as he neared the locker room, taking a quick peak in, only to find it empty. "Odd!" He blurted out, half surprising himself. He shrugged as he walked to his locker, and opened it, exchanging his lab coat for his jacket. He set the jacket down on the bench behind him, and began unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off for a t-shirt that he kept there.

"Mmmmm my...!" A voice echoed throughout the room, followed by a playful giggle. David nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around to look toward the doorway, awkwardly trying to cover himself with his shirt. Staring back at him with an amused smile and raised eyebrows, was Wendy, leaning against the doorway with folded arms, checking out the trace tech. "Hmm, and they say lab geeks aren't hot!"

David narrowed his eyes as he slipped his t-shirt on and quickly pulled it down around his body. "So much for a little privacy." He grumbled as he continued to look at Wendy, trying to read the expression on her face, and what she was thinking. He turned away, tossing his shirt into the locker, closing it, only to find himself face to face with her when he made the turn back. He smiled nervously, and eyed her cautiously. "Umm, is there a reason for standing so close?" He looked around the room then back to her, indicating that there were many other places she could be standing.

Wendy smiled, not budging from her spot in front of him. "I know!" She responded to his scanning of the room. "I like it here though." She continued to smile, looking up at him. "You still got some explaining to do mister." She poked him once again in the chest.

David grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Seriously, is there really a need?" He flashed a slight hint of his smirk, along with a slight head tilt, not realizing he was still holding Wendy's hand. "I mean, I think you have my attention now."

The two lab technicians stared at each other for a brief moment, before David spoke again. "Well..." All words seemed to elude his mind, as he found it difficult to break his gaze once again. After another brief semi-awkward moment, he finally managed to look away, and took a deep breath. He looked down, her eyes following his, to their hands. "Sorry!" He quickly let go, and once again, rubbed the back of his neck. This time it was definitely because of nerves. "Wendy, I gotta...ummm go, somewhere, just not here. Yeah!" He twitched his head, making the motion past her toward the door. "I can't talk about this right now, trust me!"

"David, wait!" Wendy grabbed him by the arm preventing the guy from leaving.

He stopped, struggling with the urge not to turn back around to face her. He looked down at his feet, closed his eyes and waited for her to continue.

"Are you trying to avoid me? Are you mad because I freaked out at you last Shift over this miniature case?" He could hear pure concern for his feelings in her voice which brought a smile to his face. 'How could he be mad at her, she was just frustrated. Everyone handles stress and certain situations differently.'

David turned noting, she hadn't removed her hand from his arm. He didn't need to force a smile, as he looked back at her. "No, I'm not mad. I'm just..."

She stopped him by placing a finger over his lips. "You know...I'm glad what happened, happened!" She flashed him a corner-of-the-mouth smile. "I mean, all of it...you know?" She brushed the back of her fingers across his cheek. "I'm really proud of you. I've seen a whole different side of Davy Hodges last night, and honestly, I liked it." She giggled as she continued to touch his face. "Oddly enough, it was cute! I mean, you definitely showed a passionate side to this supposed, tough exterior you claim to have, and I think it was more than just with the unsolved case."

David looked back down at his feet, his smile turning to his snarky smirk. He knew what she was talking about, and inside, he was more than ecstatic. For a second time, fate was on his side. 'Was this a continuation of his lucky day? Was he sensing that the feelings he had for Wendy, WERE indeed being returned by her?' He decided to have a little fun, now knowing where she stood on the matter. He looked back up at her, his green eyes meeting her brown eyes. "I don't quite follow. What do you mean, all of it?"

She stared blankly at him for a moment, wondering if he really didn't know what she was talking about. Wendy finally realized, after studying the David Hodges smirk, knowing him for several years, that he knew damn well what she was talking about, and he was just being an ass about it. So she decided that two could play that game. She reached up and stroked the side of his face with the back of her hand again and shrugged. "That's to bad, I could've sworn there was, a spark or something! I guess I was wrong." An expression of embarrassment and disappointment crossed her face, as she lifted her hand away from his face, and slowly began to back up to move around the bench to leave.

David studied her actions momentarily, wondering what the hell she was doing. 'Wait, what the hell am I doing?' He reached out in an almost unconscious desperate motion, grabbing her hand, pulling her back toward him. He looked at her, and smiled nervously. "Wendy..." He paused as she looked into his eyes, as if to say 'Go on.' 'Why is it so damn difficult to say, "I really like you," to her? She knew it!' He was sure of that now. Why else would she say what SHE did to him. "I'm not really good when it comes to expressing my feelings. I guess I can venture to say that I suck at it!"

A wicket little grin, of her own, crossed Wendy's face as she felt him near. "I'll be the judge of that, freak-boy!"

David smiled, reaching up, gently placing his hands on either side of her face, weaving his fingers through her hair. He looked at her once more, as if to get permission, then leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. They kissed for a brief moment, before he pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers, and smiled, running his fingers through her hair couple of times. "Are you absolutely sure about this?"

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and slid her hands up around the back of his shoulders, pressing herself up against him. "Just shut up and kiss me already!"

He raised an eyebrow, and laughed, amused with her response to him. With that, he didn't hesitate! He leaned in, this time, kissing her with more passion. They both became quickly comfortable and at ease with each other, oblivious to their surroundings as they each slowly let their tongues explore the other's mouth.

With a little aggression, David pinned Wendy against the lockers, letting his hands drift down around her waist, allowing her to reposition her arms up around his shoulders. As she repeatedly ran her fingers through his short hair, he slowly worked his hands up under her blouse, exploring every inch of the soft, smooth skin of the DNA tech. As he slid his rough hands against the bare skin of her waist toward the small of her back, she suddenly twitched bitting down on his lip giggling innocently.

He stopped briefly, and shot her a look of pain from the bite. She looked back with apologetic eyes. "Ticklish!" The only word that could explain her actions.

"So I noticed." David replied, stealing a playful nibble of his own. He couldn't resist the sweetness of her mouth as he kissed her again. He knew that she had given herself completely to him, yet was proud of the control he had, keeping the lust back and concentrated on the passion.

David had often played out this scenario in his mind. How he would respond, had this moment ever became a reality! More less, a fantasy, yet never in a thousand years, did he ever expect it to actually happen. He felt like a school boy, finally together with a life-long crush, and he didn't want the moment to end. He couldn't remember the last time he was as happy as he was, nor did he particularly care at the moment.

He nuzzled his face between the base of Wendy's jaw and her shoulder, gently kissing and occasionally sucking on her left earlobe and neck, making sure he took enough time to cover every inch. He didn't pay much attention to her attempts in trying to slip his shirt up over his head, yet he involuntarily allowed this to happen without a second thought. He was too wrapped up in what he was doing with her to really care that the t-shirt he had just recently slipped on, was now on the floor.

With her eyes closed, Wendy let her head fall back against one of the lockers, encouraging David's advancements on her with a slight moan, slowly sliding her left knee up against the side of his leg. She wrapped it around the back of his legs, drawing his mid-section against hers.

David winced back slightly, to get a good look at her intentions. He found himself suddenly withdrawing from her, surprised with himself, seeing, he so very much wanted to take her right then and there.

Wendy opened her eyes a second later, only to see him reaching down to pick up his shirt. "Ah, excuse me, what are you doing?" She inquired, confused with the sudden rejection from him. She watched as David slipped his shirt on again, then reach for his jacket. Annoyed with him ignoring her, she reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him to face her to get some answers. "Ah, what gives? Would you like to tell me what's going on in your head, Hodges?"

He narrowed his eyes at her, slightly annoyed with the sudden outburst of questions coming from her mouth. Stepping back from her, he pulled on his jacket with all intentions of leaving. "David!"

"This is wrong, this whole situation is wrong!" The snarl tone returned to his voice as he tossed a look over his shoulder toward the door.

Thoroughly aggravated by his sudden change of attitude, Wendy bit back at him sharply. "Wrong! Wrong? You're actions a moment ago, proved otherwise, Mister, and now it's wrong?" She raised her voice followed by giving him a shove. "I can't believe you!"

Normally, he would have mouthed off by now, flexing his attitude and probably getting himself into trouble had it been anyone else, but he was intrigued at just how upset she was. He looked down, shaking his head, laughing to himself as she fumed. This seemed to piss her off more as she let out an exhausted huff, walking over and opening her locker.

David watched on, as she made no attempts to hide her frustrations with him. He then looked off in a stare, trying to justify what he had just done. He played it over and over in his mind, trying to remind himself that they were still at work, and still in the locker room, with anyone highly capable of walking in on them at any moment. He suddenly was drawn back to the present situation as she slammed the locker door shut. A smug looked crossed his face just as she looked at him. "Ah..., what the hell!" He muttered. He hauled his jacket back off, as he walked over to the entrance of the room, kicking the door stop, that was keeping the door open, away from the door and closed it, followed by a 'click' sound, as he locked the door. He rested his head against the door, still holding the doorknob and took a slow deep breath.

Wendy wasn't sure what the hell he was doing, just that he was now acting more like his normal, weird self, yet she made no motion to speak nor move. Even though, they have been co-workers for several years, and spent numerous hours night after night, working together, she realized that she still didn't know David Hodges all that well. Yet his mysterious, and quirky ways, intrigued her. She just looked at him, cautiously, waiting to see what he was up to.

He turned and faced her, with the look of determination in his eyes, before walking toward her, at the same time, pulling his shirt up over his head, and tossing it to the bench. "I need you!" David spit out in a desperate tone, before he scooped her up, pressing her body tight to his! He pressed his lips to hers, working them over, tasting the sweet raspberry lip balm she had apparently applied to them while at her locker. "Mmmm!" He smiled as he continued to lustfully work his lips over hers.

Wendy felt a wave of sexual desire overtake her body as she once again felt his hands skim over the bare skin of her waist, and his tongue work its way between her lips and into her mouth. 'This is more like it' she thought to herself. The side of David Hodges she wanted to know. The more vulnerable, passionate, and tenderness, she knew was buried deep beneath his tough exterior. She broke the kiss, to smile at him as he looked back at her confused. Stroking the side of his face, her smile forming into a little smirk of her own. "Was that so hard to admit Davy Hodges?"

David matched her smirk with one of his own. "I guess not!" A fiendish expression replaced the smirk on his face, as he peeled her blouse up over her head, letting it drop to the floor behind her. A raised eyebrow and a slight head tilt followed up his fiendish expression as she looked at him, taken back by his vigorous advancements.

She felt the warmth of David's body next to hers, his moist lips on the base of her neck as his gently kissed her, occasionally nibbling and sucking. The sexual tension she was feeling toward him was nearly unbearable at this point, as he found all the right spots on her body to touch, making her body tingle. Another satisfying moan escaped her mouth, as she felt the warmth of his breath against her bare skin, and his hands working over her body. She brushed her hands across his shoulders, slowly inching her fingers down his chest toward his belt. She fumbled momentarily with it before managing to unbuckle it. She continued down to the zipper of his jeans.

He sensed the presence of the young DNA tech's hands, as she fumbled with his belt and zipper, making him want her even more, and she knew it. He slipped his hands down, clumsily feeling for the buttons of her capris. After what seemed to be, an eternity, David finally found himself working the slacks down over Wendy's hips, letting them fall around her ankles. He flashed her another fiendish smile, before working the last piece of material off, that kept him from having her.

Neither seemed too here the rustling of the doorknob of the locked door of the locker room, nor did they near the knocking that followed it. A muffled voice on the other side called out to see if anyone was inside, but David nor Wendy bothered to respond.

Their actions toward the other reached the point of no return, as Wendy finally managed to get the jeans unzipped and to the floor, of the aroused trace tech. She pressed herself closer to him, feeling him tense up ever so slightly. He let out a pleasurable grunt, as he reached down, lifting her up against the lockers, thrusting himself up against her with purpose and aggression.

The intense lechery toward the other was heightened, given both their track records of sexual relationships in the past. Both were scientists, working in the 2nd rated Crime Lab in the country, which meant very little time for a personal life. The long hours of a shift, often pulling back-to-backs, hardly even gave either of them time to properly rest, let alone, be in a meaningful relationship or to even look for one.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, to give him more leverage, yet was intrigued by his abilities and familiarities to maneuver, grinding his pelvis against hers in a rhythmic motion.

His breathing became heavier as the excitement of the moment, increased, triggering repetitive and pleasurable moans from the DNA technician. He nibbled and sucked on her earlobe, occasionally whispering the odd provocative word in her ear, yet never losing his momentum.

As they slowly reached the climax of the moment, that ecstasy, David felt her body tense up against his for a brief moment, as he held her. He let his head rest on her shoulder, releasing a contented sigh, trying to comprehend what had just taken place. It was like his brain shut off, when he decided to close the door to the locker room.

Wendy reached up and began running her fingers through his hair, giving him a moment before speaking his name. All this seemed a little surreal to her at first, after all, everything seemed to happen so quickly. She wasn't quite prepared for what had transpired between the two. Not that it was a bad thing though, for she felt amazingly wonderful at the moment in the arms of the snarky trace tech. The same technician that no one else really seemed to give second thoughts on. 'So underrated.' She thought, looking into the pleasant green eyes of a content David Hodges. 'It's a shame he feels the need to always put up a front with others.' She leaned in placing a kiss on his forehead and smiled.

He returned the smile with a rare boy-ish grin, taking a half step back from her, as they both began to retrieve their clothing. 'He's pretty damn sexy when he's not trying to prove himself to anyone.' She thought, as they got dressed. It made her realize that she really wanted to make an extra effort, to spend time with him, outside of the lab.

He looked at her, as she looked at him. "What?" He asked inquisitively, raising an eyebrow. "What are you thinking?" He fumbled around awkwardly, trying to make himself a little more presentable.

"Well!" She began, smiling innocently. "In all honesty? 'I can't believe I just fucked the trace tech!' But..." She trailed off as she saw the expression change on David's face. That beaming, boy-ish grin was now gone and replaced with a more withdrawn and insecure look, as he looked everywhere in the room but at her. "Let me finish!" she grabbed his chin to face her. "But..., I think it's been the most pleasurable sexual encounter I have ever experienced in quite some time. I didn't know you were such a 'naughty' boy!" She giggled, playfully with him, flicking the tip of his nose with a finger.

He stole a quick kiss from her, tucking the few loose strains of her hair behind her ears. "So, um... what do we do about all this?" Indicating the situation that just happened.

"I don't know!" She smiled curiously at him, wondering what he wanted to do about it as she slipped on her jacket, straightening it. "What do you want to do about it?"

He stood silent for a moment, staring off, making it obvious that he was trying to think about it. "Wendy, would you like to have breakfast with me?" He looked at her, and flashed his grin.

"David Hodges, are you asking me out on a date?" A widened smile crossed her face with amusement, as he was acting coy toward her.

"I guess I am." He took her by the hand, feeling her squeeze his, an indication approval. He led her toward the entrance of the locker room, placing his free hand on the lock, looking back at her. "There's people outside, are you ready for this?"

Her smile never left her face as she nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be...freak-boy!"

A relieved smile came to his mouth as he unlocked the door! He opened the door, took the young DNA tech's arm under his, and led her out past the few that were impatiently trying to get into the locker room. David looked up briefly to see Greg Sanders standing on the side. The moment they made eye contact, he threw his patented snarky grin toward Greg, raising an eyebrow, and pulling Wendy closer to him, leaving Greg only to watch the two technicians, arm in arm, walk down the hall and around the corner.