Title: First Impressions
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Steve McGarrett
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/Hawaii Five-0
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Steve McGarrett, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Steve frowned as he looked down at the file in front of him, reluctant to open it. He wanted to send this new addition to his team back to wherever they had come from; he didn't want another person foisted on him in the manner that the last person had been.

He'd gotten rid of her in short order, but this one was more than likely going to stick. He didn't like the idea of having someone on his team that he hadn't hand-picked, someone who he didn't know. It felt like an intrusion into his leadership to have this person dropped on him.

And why would they need a CSI on the team, anyway? They had Max in the coroner's office, and his team members were more than capable of doing their own investigative work. It didn't matter to Steve that this new guy had some fancy degree in chemistry, that he was a scientist.

He didn't need a scientist on his team. If anything, he needed another cop, someone who could take care of things that the rest of them didn't have time for. He needed another analyst -- but preferably one who didn't have ties to Wo Fat and the Yakuza.

At least this guy was coming to them with no record of causing problems, Steve thought as he opened the file. He didn't want to look at it, but he thought that he might as well make himself familiar with the person he'd have to accept as being part of his team starting today.

His gaze was caught by the picture at the top of the page; he hadn't expected the man who was joining their team to be so good-looking. There was something he saw in those dark eyes that told him the lights were on, and someone was definitely at home.

Well, he'd expected that, hadn't he? Steve asked himself. The guy wouldn't have been working as a CSI at the busiest crime lab in the country if he wasn't intelligent. That would have been a prerequisite to working there. It was his case record that would tell the real story.

As he perused the file, Steve's brows rose, and he began to develop a growing respect for the man who he was reading about. Greg Sanders seemed like a very capable person to work with them; Steve only hoped that he would be easy to get along with and could take orders well.

He couldn't stop his gaze from going back to the picture clipped to the top of the first page of the file; that face captivated him. It might not be so easy to work with Greg at close range, not with how he looked. It would be hard for Steve to keep his eyes away from the other man.

What was he thinking? Steve closed the folder after he skimmed over the last page, rebuking himself for the thoughts he was having. He wasn't some kid fresh out of the Academy, falling for the first good-looking guy he worked with. He wasn't that young, or that naive.

Besides, this might be an older picture. He had no idea what Greg Sanders looked like now, and he wasn't going to until the man walked through that door. Which he should be doing in -- Steve looked at his watch, squinting slightly -- about five minutes.

This was already one thing he wasn't impressed with. He had expected his new team member to be here early, not barely making it to the office when he was supposed to be here on his first day. That didn't bode well for the two of them getting along.

As though his thoughts had sent some kind of mental message, Steve heard a knock on the door, he looked up, clearing his throat before speaking. "Come in," he called, hoping that he sounded friendlier and less annoyed than he felt.

The door opened, and a man who looked just like the picture that Steve had been gazing at stepped into the room. Steve could feel his breath catch in his throat; Greg Sanders was even more beautiful in the flesh than he was in a photograph.

How could anybody be so gorgeous and be real? Steve felt tongue-tied as he watched Greg close the door and make his way across the room to sit in the leather chair on the other side of Steve's desk, leaning back and looking completely relaxed and at ease.

"Hi," he managed to say, leaning across the desk and holding his hand out. "I'm -- I'm Steve McGarrett." The words sounded completely innocuous, but Steve could feel a hidden meaning behind each one of them as they fell into the still air of the room.

"I'm Greg Sanders," the other man said, leaning forward and taking Steve's hand. Steve was surprised at the firm grip; Greg was so thin that Steve had expected that hand to feel more fragile than it did. But his grip was strong, firm -- and it sent shock waves through Steve's body.

He shouldn't want this man. He should feel nothing but professional interest in Greg, in what kind of work he'd done for the Vegas crime lab, and the work that he would be doing with the 5-0 team here. He should only feel that this was a member of his team, nothing more.

His pulse shouldn't be leaping in his chest, his heart pounding in triplicate, his breath coming fast -- and he definitely shouldn't be getting hard at the sight of Greg sitting right here in front of him. He shouldn't have the thoughts in his head that were racing around his mind.

And he most definitely shouldn't be thinking about what Greg would look like naked in his bed, lying spread out under him -- or what his moans would sound like when Steve pushed inside him and joined their bodies in the most primal way possible.

Steve tried to push that mental image out of his mind, banishing it to a far corner where he could pull it out and look at it later. For now, he had to concentrate on talking on Greg, on getting to know him a little -- as a team member, not as a man that he was interested in.

"So, have you gotten used to being in Hawaii yet?" It was a lame way to start a conversation, but Steve couldn't think of anything else to say. His rehearsed speech about what he expected from his team had flown right out of the window; he couldn't remember a word of it.

Greg shook his head, laughing as he did so. "Are you kidding? I think it'll take me a long time to get used to being here. This is the kind of thing I used to deam about when I was a kid. The beach, the sand, the surf ..... There's a lot of places to go scuba diving."

"So I guess you intend to spend a lot of time girl-watching on the beach, then." Steve hadn't meant for the words to sound so flat; he'd wanted them to sound like a question, not a statement of fact. And why the hell did he feel so utterly deflated -- and disappointed?

But his heart seemed to jump into his throat a few seconds later when Greg shook his head, looking more serious. "Nope. I'll be watching the guys, not the girls. I hope that's not going to be a problem?" he asked, looking concerned. "I know there might be people who won't like that attitude."

This time, it was Steve's turn to shake his head. "No, not a problem at all," he managed to say, wishing that he could ask Greg out on a date here and now. His first impressions of this man were getting better and better; the attraction was already growing to huge proportions.

Or would it be appropriate to offer to show Greg around the island, to get him used to the life of Hawaii? No, that wasn't a good idea. If he knew too much about the island's night life, Greg could easily meet someone who would sweep him off his feet before Steve had a chance.

"That's good to know." Greg sounded more relieved than Steve thought his words warranted; he arched an eyebrow in question, waiting for Greg to elaborate on those words. He did, slowly, the words coming out reluctantly. It was obvious that the subject was painful for him.

"I didn't leave Vegas because of liking guys," he said, then shook his head again. "Well, kind of. I was kind of .... well, involved with somebody I was working with. And when it didn't work out in our personal lives -- it was hard to keep working with him. So I transferred."

"And you wanted to get as far away as you could from Vegas, so you chose .... Hawaii?" Steve felt like laughing with relief, but he didn't. Obviously, it had been hard for Greg to come here -- and there was a good chance that he was still getting over that broken relationship.

"Yeah, I guess. In a way," Greg said with a shrug, looking up at Steve. "The important thing isn't why I decided to come here. The important thing is that I do a good job and fit in with your team. And I'm willing to do my best at both of those things."

"Then we'll get along just fine," Steve told him, reaching out to shake Greg's hand again as he pushed back his chair and stood up. It was time for Greg to meet the rest of the team -- and time for him to keep himself away from any more close contact with this man.

If he stayed too close to Greg alone in this room, he didn't trust himself not to come up with some reason to reach out and touch that glowing skin, the hair that looked so soft. He had to keep some kind of distance between himself and Greg, before he made a fool of himself.

"Come on, let's introduce you to the rest of the team. I think you'll get along great with them." Steve hoped that was true; the others didn't seem to be as prickly towards other people on the team as he did, and Greg had already won him over easily.

He glanced at the other man from under his lashes as they left his office; was it his imagination, or was Greg watching him? He was sure that he'd caught Greg's gaze focused in his direction before the other man had quickly looked away again.

If first impressions were anything for him to go by, he was going to enjoy having Greg Sanders on his team. And he was also going to have a hard time keeping himself away from this alluring young man -- though Steve sincerely hoped that at some point, he wouldn't have to.

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