Title: A and B
Author: weirdbagel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hodges/Sanders
Warning: Fluff and cheekiness
Summary: A belated b-day fic for lady529 based off a comment I made and she responded to in her lj.

"Do me! Do me! Do me!" Greg was practiclly jumping through the ceiling over Hodges' lab table.

"Jesus, Greg." Said Wendy, wide-eyed and staring at the CSI's sudden burst of childish glee.

"What?" Said Greg, ceasing his jumps, blushing a bit over his grin. "It's cool!"

Wendy rolled her eyes. "Thanks Hodges. It was fun."

"No problem." David replied as Wendy crossed over to talk to Catherine about something.

"Do me! Do me!" Greg chimed once again.

"Greg, you do realize what saying stuff like that makes me think, right?" David asked in a half-bored grumble as he propped his head up with one of his hands.

"Yeah, it reminds me I'm dating a pervert..." Greg slid onto the stool next to David's. "So?"

David sighed heavily and shrugged. "Fine. Blood type?"

"Oh, you don't remember?" Greg feigned shock. "I'm hurt."

"Unlike some people, I don't make a habit of knowing the exact bio-chemical make-up of every living organism I come in-... What?! Why are you staring at me like that?!"

"You're just so cute when you rant about chemistry." Greg grinned.

"I hate you."

"Hate me later, I wanna know what the book says. Type B."

"This is a complete waste of time." David grabbed the small pocket-sized book off the table and flipped it open to the appropriate page. "Blood Type: B." David paused. "You know of all people you should know this is complete bull-"

"Just read!"

"Fine! God..." David looked back at the page. "Type B's are generally creative, passionate, optimistic and felixible. They enjoy expressing themselves and being unique. Loving people, type B's tend to have a soft spot for animals."

"Like hedgehogs named Erwin!" Greg grinned.

"Hedgehogs named Erwin a certain Type B promised he wouldn't name so he wouldn't get attatched but DID and convinced a certain Type A to keep said hedgehog."

"Because that certain Type A loves the certain Type B, right?"

"That certain Type B is LUCKY that certain Type A loves him."

"Yes he is." Greg leaned in and planted a small kiss on David's cheek. "Thank you babe." Greg hopped off the stool and headed for the door.

"The book also says Type B's are forgetful, irresponsible and self-centered!" David called after him.

Greg peeked his head back around the door frame. "Is that so?"

"It says right here."

"Well, I guess I'll have to prove it wrong."

"Yeah? How?"

"You're just gonna have to do me again." Greg winked. "After work."