Title: Unfinished Business
Author: hen3ry
Pairing: David/Greg & David/OMC
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Either Jerry Bruckheimer is 19, female and Irish, or this isn't mine. I'll let you figure it out.
Summary: David's in a new relationship, but Greg's finding it hard to adjust.

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"Is it just me, or does Hodges seem happier lately?"

"Not really. If anything, he's been in even more of a foul mood the last few months."

"I know." Catherine turned to look across the hall. "But the last couple of weeks he seems to be getting happier…"

"Maybe he's seeing someone." Sara joined her by the window. "Or maybe he finally made someone cry."

"That's more likely I suppose. He's been here, what, three years? I've never even heard mention of him having a life."

"Well, it's not like he'd tell you." Greg pointed out from the couch.

"I know, but you know how word gets around. I'm sure I'd have heard Jacqui and Wendy giggling about it if something happened."

"Giggling about what?" Jacqui wandered into the break room.

"If Hodges was seeing someone."

"I don't think even Jacqui would find out about that." Greg glanced over, Jacqui studiously avoiding his eyes.

"Is he?" Sara moved forward as Jacqui busied herself in the fridge, before attempting to dart out the door. Catherine was blocking her path.

"Is he?" Sara asked again.

Jacqui looked for an exit, before giving in. "He met someone. About two weeks ago. But if this comes back to me…"

Catherine zipped her lips as she stood aside, leaving Jacqui to escape back to her lab.

The three CSIs left in the room exchanged glances.

"So." Sara spoke. "Hodges got himself a girl."

No-one noticed Greg figeting with his belt-loops.

Jacqui cocked her head round David's door, regretting it immediatly when she caught the look on his face.

"What?"

"You wouldn't happen to know why Sara and Catherine have been grinning every time they come in here?"

"Why? What have they said?"

"They haven't said anything, but everytime they come in they linger and smile. As if they know something. But they wouldn't know anything, would they?"

"I don't know. Would they?"

"Jacqui. You don't lie well. At all. What did you do?"

"They trapped me! I couldn't escape. I had to tell them something."

"What did you tell them?"

"Just that you met someone. Two weeks ago. That was it. No details."

"And just Catherine and Sara?"

"Yep. And Nick and Greg. But I doubt they care."

David stared at her for a few minutes, trying to decide if she was telling the truth.

"I suppose. But don't say anything else."

"For that to happen, I'd have to know something. And we both know you're not great at the whole 'sharing' thing."

"Then I don't have anything to worry about."

Jacqui turned to leave the room.

"I wouldn't say that. Not knowing anything doesn't stop me implying anything if asked."

She was gone before he could answer.

"What do you want Sanders?"

"Em… I was wondering if you had those results."

"When I have the results, I will page you. Just like every single time I have results."

Greg didn't move.

"Is there something else I can do for you?"

Greg could hear the sarcasm dripping from every word as he shuffled back and forth.

"So… Word on the street…"

"I wouldn't call the break room 'the street' exactly."

"Okay. But anyway…"

"Jacqui remained unable to keep her mouth shut. I heard. What does that have to do with you."

"Nothing I… Nothing. I just wanted to say I think…"

"Wonders never cease."

"I think it's good. That you're seeing someone. It's good."

"Well, I'm glad you approve. Now can you leave?"

"You know what I mean, I think it's good that you're seeing something. After everything…"

"What? I'm seeing someone, so you can stop feeling guilty? I never guilted you. That was all in your head. And now I've met someone, so you can go back to your little oblivious existance and pretend it was all a dream?"

"David, I…"

"Just leave Greg. I really don't care what you do. I never did."

Greg wished he could read David well enough to know if he was lying.

It was another three weeks before David and Greg spoke more then a few words again. He wandered into the locker room to find the other man on his phone and silently debated whether to leave or not, before David saw him and he figured leaving now would make it too obvious he was avoiding him.

"Yeah? Well, I'll have to remember that… I'm just leaving now… Again? You really need to learn to cook… Hey, if I'm picking it up, I get to choose… I'll see you soon. Bye."

David snapped his phone shut and shoved his lab coat into his locker before turning to face Greg.

"What do you want Sanders?"

"Nothing."

"Fine." David turned to leave when a slight sigh stopped him.

"What?"

"So… You're still…"

"Seeing someone? Yes. And he has a name. Tim"

"Tim."

"Yeah. And I'm on my way to see him, so if you're done pretending everything's normal, I'd like to leave.

Greg didn't answer, and David just rolled his eyes before he left.

Three days later, Greg and Jacqui were talking to Judy when a man entered the lobby, looking slightly lost.

"Hey, isn't that the new ADA? What's he doing down here?"

Greg glanced up. "Doesn't Sinclair usually handle the lab?"

Judy shot them a 'shut up' look and smiled brightly at the new arrival.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for David Hodges."

"Okay, I'll just check his lab."

She turned away from the man and raised an eyebrow at Jacqui.

"I'm sorry, he's not in his lab at the moment. Can I take a message?"

"Can you just give him this?" The man handed her a small brown padded envelope.

"Who shall I tell him it's from?"

"Tim. Tim Matheson."

"Sure thing. I'll get that to him."

"Thanks." The man smiled warmly before leaving.

"Hey Judy, I've got to pick some results up from David now, I could drop that up to him."

"Really? Thanks Greg."

"No problem." He took the package off Judy and turned to leave, Jacqui following closely.

"You don't have any results to get."

"What? What does that matter?"

"That was him, wasn't it? That's why you're bringing it up. You really are a masochist, y'know that?"

"Go back to AFIS woman."

She turned away at her lab. "Someone's getting defensive."

Greg waited in the lab for David to return.

"What now Sanders? First you show up early for results, now you come looking for nonexistant ones?"

"Judy asked me to bring this up to you. Someone called Tim Matheson left it in for you."

"Don't try and seem nonchalant if you can't pull it off. It's just embarrassing."

"He seems… nice."

"And I'm sure all of the fifteen seconds it took him to drop this off was ample time to acertain his personality."

"David…"

"What?"

"I'm just trying to…"

"Trying to what Greg? The end of a sentence is just as important as the beginning."

"I'm just trying to be friends again."

"Because the first time we tried being friends worked out so well."

"Dammit David! I'm trying to be civil here. I'm trying to fix things."

"Well stop. You can't fix this okay? Just go away and let me get on with my life."

Greg tried to say something, anything, but David turned away until he left the room.

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