`It may be hard, but it has to be done .

[Marissa Park]

[/i][/color] Marissa said as she heard her mother pick up the phone. A smile grew across Marissa face as she heard her son greet her, in a very enthusiastic voice "Hey, Aaron, yes it's mommy. How are you baby, are you being good for grandma and grandpa." Marissa laughed lightly as she listened to her son, she brought it down to a smile again. She continued to speak to her son for about ten minutes until he said that he had to go have a nap. Marissa laughed to cover up how hurt she was that couldn't be there to rock him to sleep. "Kay, Aaron, you keep being good for grandma and grandpa. Have a nice sleep baby, I love you." Marissa then listened to her son say goodbye and then hang up the phone. Marissa slowly brought her cell phone away from her ear and flipped it close. She put her lips against the top of it and bit her bottom lip to try and stop her from welling up. Whenever she talked to her son on the phone, she always got upset. She had no idea why, but she couldn't talk to anybody on the phone anymore, she would break out in tears the majority of the time. Marissa put her cell phone on her desk and then leaned back in the chair once more and put her feet on the desk. She had nothing do yet really, she hadn't been brought a body so she guessed she could just relax until something happened.[/size][/font][/ul]

[Greg Wolfe]

Greg, the newbie forensics specialist, was always the erine boy. Mainly by Quin he was forced to go all over the Crime Lab delivering lab results, getting evidence. It was quite tiring but he was willing to do it. After all he wanted to work as hard as he could to fit it. He had only been there a few weeks now, and didn't think that he was quite thought of as an equal. Not to mention the fact he was the youngest one on the team and just out of college. He didn't mind not being equal though, after all he wasn't. He was good at his job, and quite good looking, so he believed that he would get along quite well.

This time he was asked to go to autopsy for Tori, because the three musketries had soon caught on to Quin's game and though Tori and Lance weren't as mean as Quin was they couldn't resist joining in the game. Greg took it with all smiles though. Tori had asked him to go down to autopsy and get a report that she had ordered the day before that should be there by now. By the way the three of them laughed as he walked out the door he started to get the feeling that there was no report and that this was a joke. He would go down and see anyway. But if she had ordered a report it would have been sent to her office, right? Greg might have been new but he wasn't stupid.

As he entered the much colder area he felt a shiver go through his spin. And it wasn't just the cold. It was the eerie silence and the fact that in a freezer there were several bodies waiting to be released to their family. It was a place of dead and the happy go lucky man didn't like it. But that feeling was pushed away when the soft words of a woman rang through the halls. Greg followed the sound to the desk, but didn't make himself noticed. Instead he stood silently listening to woman speak, obviously to a child, her child it seemed. He smiled at the warmth the conversation brought. It was so sweet. When she hung up the phone Greg didn't realize the sudden change from happy to sad. The woman wasn't facing him so he couldn't see her face. He stood silent for another long moment before moving forward. "Was that your Son?" He asked see the picture on her desk now. It didn't even cross Greg's mind that he might scare her or that she might want to be alone in that moment.

[Marissa Park]

[/color][/i] She said, glancing over at the picture. Well, she thought he was talking about the picture, she had absolutely no idea he had heard her talking to him on the phone. She then looked away from the picture and then back to the young man that stood before her. She the stood up from her chair and despite her rather abnormal height for a woman of her structure and age, she still had to look up at him. She assumed he had come down for some kind of report on a body she had done earlier this week. Seeing as how he looked rather young, she guessed that he was one of the newer additions to the team and didn't know how bad the autopsy room was. He did look quite uncomfortable, Marissa did too the first few days, she isn't completely used to it yet, but she's better then before. She thought she should try and make him feel as comfortable as you possibly can in a room full of bodies. "Is there anything you need me to help you with?" Marissa said, a light smile still on her lips.[/size][/font][/ul]

[Greg Wolfe]

Greg watched as the girl turned in her set. He smiled as she looked over him. So it was her son. That was nice. Greg was just happy to see that people in a job like the one she was could still have a family. He thought that everyone should be able to find happiness and have some one there at home waiting for you. And what better way then having a child. They would always love you no matter what, Greg even loved his mother even after she put him in a figurative bubble to try and keep him from getting hurt. Though it was so annoying as a kid not being able to play sports because your mommy said it was to dangerous Greg still loved her. He just wished that she was closer, so he might have someone to go see after work. He hadn't been in Quantico for very long and didn't know very many people yet.

"Is there anything you need me to help you with?" Greg shook his head having almost forgotten why he had been sent down there. His spiked hair waving slightly with the motion. "Right. Maybe..." He said pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket with the name of the file he was suppose to get. He read over it before asking, "Do you have a report on Jim Yong?" He kind of hoped it wasn't a joke because not only would he be wasting his time, but also this nice person's, even though it didn't seem like she had much to do before he stopped by. There didn't seem to be any new bodies in need of work. Which Greg was eternally thankful for. He had never seen a dead body before, just the DNA from those bodies and their kills that was sent to him for analysis, he was the DNA specialist after all.

Shifting a little Greg looked at the woman. She kind of seemed new too, he wasn't quite sure how he knew that, but something told him it was true. Not that it matter, but it kind of made the young man feel a little more normal, as if she might understand him being sent down there for a fake report. Smiling, one of the very lovely smiles Greg was famous for, he figured he might as well be friendly. He liked just about everyone he meet, and even if they found to hate him he still liked them. It was one thing Greg wasn;t good at, hating people. "I'm Greg Wolfe, by the way. I work with DNA and all that fun stuff." He said.

[Marissa Park]

[/i][/color] As she handed him the file, she remembered his face. It was slightly depressing, causing her to lose her smile slightly, though she brought it back before the young man could notice.

As he spoke again, Marissa listened and smiled as he introduced himself. She nodded lightly and thought it would only be fair if she introduced herself to him also. "Dr. Marissa Park. Head Coroner, though this stuff isn't so fun." Marissa said, still with a smile. She crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed her arms. It was always cold in here, thought Marissa was slightly used to it now. Always cold, always quiet. Not much went on down here, Marissa could always hear herself think, though sometimes she didn't want to. She continued to look at the man who had just introduced himself as Greg Wolfe. Honestly, she didn't want him to go, she felt safer for some reason when he was here. She hated being alone. though she couldn't get away from it sometimes.[/size][/font][/ul]

[Greg Wolfe]

Greg let the piece of paper slip out of his hands. He was tempted to tell her that it might be a joke, that maybe that would make it a little funner to her if she didn't find anything. He would have hated to make her feel bad, and maybe in turn not like him. It wasn't like he cared if anyone didn't like him, but he preferred it when they liked him back. when she turned saying that the name looked familiar he was happy, if not surprised. Maybe there was actually a case. Maybe the joke was sending him down and hoping that there would be a body down there for him to see. It seemed he lucked out though, wish was very lucky for him, and he was very grateful for that. He wasn't ready to see the dead corpses yet. In a few moments Marissa pulled a yellow folder with the name he was looking for. "Thank you." He said taking the folder from her hands.

He was ready to leave and would have if Marissa hadn't told him her name. He figured Tori could wait a little while, he could always lie and say it took a while to find the file. Something told him that he should sat a little. It was so cold and lonely down here that he knew, even though it was her job, that Marissa didn't want to be alone. It wasn't like he had anything to do at that moment, no cases having been brought in for his team to proses. "How'd a girl like you get stuck down here anyway?" He asked a little flirty, Greg flirted with just about everyone. He leaned against the corner of her desk and crossed his hands over his chest. She was actually very pretty, and even though she had a little boy she didn't have a ring on so there was a chance that she wasn't married. Not that Greg really cared. If she was married he would flirt with her anyway, but would never do anything but that. He knew that boundaries.

[Marissa Park]

[/color][/i] Marissa then spread her arms out and did a little jazz hands gesture and smiled sarcastically. "And here she is." She said in a perky voice. At the end of her sentence she laughed a little, bringing it down to a smile seconds later.

Marissa then walked over to her desk also and hopped up to sit on top of it. She rested her hands on the edge of it and leaned on them so she wouldn't fall off. She then looked over to Greg and smile. "And you, your a rather young, strapping young man. How'd you get into this line of work so early, you some boy genius or something." Marissa said, still looking at Greg. His eyes were very pretty, she couldn't help but stare into them. She continued to smile. She may be a a somewhat depressed person, but when she is with someone who has the spirit and happiness of Greg, she felt good and couldn't help but smile.[/size][/font][/ul]

[Greg Wolfe]

Greg was happy to see that Marissa was good spirited herself. That even though she did work where she did she was still able to have fun. He liked that. That meant at least she enjoyed her work, even if Greg couldn't even image doing what she had to do on a daily bases. The only thing that matter was that she liked it and was able to have fun when she wasn't cutting open a dead person. Her jazz hands thing was actually something Greg would have done. Smiling he said in good humor, "You know I invented the Jazz Hands." He did them in an over animated way, the folder still in one hand. He let out a small laugh as well, something that with Marissa's helped to bring the cold room to life more.

He couldn't help but smile at her reversal of the question. Was it really that odd for a young guy to work where he did. By the age of some of his co-works he could see that. "Well... not really... I mean I guess you could say that... I did go to Standford and a high school for the gifted.... But I like to think I just like a normal boy." He said with a wink. In truth he was smarter than most people, but he was the cool, or at least try and act, cool kind of geek. He was the player kind of guy who didn't like to completely be known as a genius. One of the biggest differences between him and other geniuses was his taste of music. Greg enjoyed loud rock and roll music, and punk rock as well as heavy metal. Then there as the fact that he wasn't afraid to talk to girls, even if he wasn't always the smoothest guys.