Sand, Sex, and Science chapter 2 (Rated R for now)
Title: Sands, Sex, and Science
Author: AngelShinigami
Warnings: Fluff, language, ….YAOI SLASH ….het-ish…don’t like it, don’t read it…
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own CSI or any of their charaters…please don’t sue…I’ll cry….
AN: One more warning ya’ll, please remember this is an AU story. It will not follow everything perfectly or at all after a time. Thanks.
On with the fic!
Chapter 2
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Six months had passed since that terrible day and in that six months Greg had turned down four job offers and toured the labs of eight others before he had finally settled and accepted a teaching position at Quantico while he worked through his Masters programs and started on his Doctorates.
It was a very long term plan, one of which the small blonde wasn’t sure if he would be able to fulfill, but he was perfectly willing to try. The only thing he was waiting on was waiting on were his clearances. To be honest…he wasn’t sure if he was going to clear those…
“You know, you’d think it would be hard to loose a hat that you never let out of you sight…” Greg mumbled to himself, once more fruitlessly searching for the black fedora he’d sworn he’d just had.
“Wait…” The blonde paused in his search and actually thought about the last time he’d seen his precious hat. “Did I even have it in Miami…no... I guess not…. Wasn’t in D.C. or Chicago…”
Counting back, Greg groaned and flopped back onto his bed when he realized exactly where he’d last seen it.
“Vegas!” He moaned loudly, covering his face with his hands as if to hide from the truth. “Why, why, why?”
‘I could just call…’ He reasoned with himself, rolling into a sitting position. ‘Have them send it here. No harm, no foul.’
But no matter how much he thought about it, tried to talk himself out of it, or reason around it, there was no getting away from the fact that if he wasn’t there it just wouldn’t feel right.
So three days later, Greg found himself stepping off of the red eye surrounded by giggling couples and over eager hopefuls that who had been reading up on their blackjack games.
‘Ok…whoever is paying attention to me…’ He thought as he grabbed is small duffle out of the over head compartment once they’d landed. ‘I’ll make you a deal. I get my hat and leave with nothing bad happening to me, and I’ll sacrifice a chicken in your name or something…sound good?’
Greg didn’t get a reply, not that he was expecting one, but figured that the god accepted his offer when he was able to get a cab on the first try.
“Las Vegas Crime Lab please.” He told the, thankfully, English speaking cabbie, rattling off the address off quickly.
The ride was quite, but if gave Greg time to play his DS which the stewardess had insisted he turn off, even though there was a guy to isles away chatting on his cell phone while typing away on his laptop.
Once the car came to a stop, Greg shut off his game and smiled at the man.
“Could you wait for me?” He asked, blushing slightly when the grizzly man gave him a withering look through the review. “Could you wait if I give you a twenty dollar tip?”
The man simply stopped glaring and held out his hand through the window once the small blonde had gotten out.
“I hate this city.” Greg grumbled as he walked into the large grayish building, leaving the cab behind with the knowledge that the stupid things’ meter was still running.
“Good morning, Crime Lab, hold please. Good Morning, Crime Lab, Hold please. Good Morning- Greg!” .
Greg smiled as the tiny woman told the person on the other end of the phone to hold as well as she took off her headset and gave him her full attention, despite the flashing lights.
“Judy, hi.” He greeted with a smile.
“Did you come back to apply for another position?” She asked with a teasing grin. “Because you know, I could always use a new chair if you wanted to set this one on fire as well…”
“Very tempting,” Greg replied, winking saucily at the receptionist. “But I promised not to set anything on fire for another four months, or at least until I’m cleared for my new job, which ever comes first.”
The red head laughed as she answered another call and connected one of the flashing lights to someone higher up before she turned back to Greg.
“So if you aren’t here to get me a new chair or profess you undying love to me, what are you doing here?” She asked, calling another woman over to handle the phones.
“Well, while I would love to whisk you away to my families Italian villa, I must be honest.” He took her hand and gazed deeply into her soft amber eyes. “Judy, have you seen my hat?”
“Eh?” Judy blinked at the slightly taller blonde boy and tilted her head slightly. “What hat?”
“You know,” He replied, letting go of her hand with a smile. “The one I wore here on the day of the interview.”
Judy blinked at the boy once more before she shook her head. “But sweetie…you weren’t wearing a hat when I met you…”
“I wasn’t?” Greg asked softly, his eyes wide as panic flashed in his rich caramel eyes.
Judy simply shook her head, unsure of what to say to the poor boy who looked like he’d just shot his puppy.
“But maybe I’m wrong.” She amended quickly, “I mean we only met twice. Let me check the lost and found.”
Greg nodded to her as he wondered down the hall to sit at the same bench he’d sat on the day of his interview, only it was missing two very large twins. He knew the likely hood of his hat still being here, if it had ever been here in the first place, was small and next to none.
He was just about to sink into a little mini depression when he heard a slight southern twang trying to get his attention.
“Hey… you ok, Kid?” The voice called softly.
“Yeah.” Greg replied, jumping slightly when a warm body sat next to him, a large hand landing on his shoulder, the heat reminding him of liquid fire he‘d once seen in Hawaii.
“Ya Sure?”
Curiosity finally got the better of the small blonde as he rose his head and immediately went bright red.
The brunette CSI from his day from hell was leaning so close that all Greg could see was brown. Not muddy or murky, but clear like whiskey. No…something darker, something blacker, something addicting.
‘Coffee,’ Greg’s brain supplied, staring deeply into the other man’s eyes. ‘His eyes remind me of fresh coffee, warm and inviting…’
It was then that Greg realized that he was leaning way to close to the man whose name he couldn’t remember, but whose presence was hard to forget.
“Yup!” He replied, quickly leaning away from the other man and his burning touch. “Never better.!”
“Glad to hear it man.” The large brunette replied, holding out his hand. “Nick Stokes, CSI 2.”
“We’ve met.” The blonde replied, taking Nick’s hand just to feel his touch again. “Greg Sanders, I applied for the DNA position.”
Nick looked confused for a second before a bright very amused smile bloomed over his face.
“Yeah man, I remember you!” He laughed. “You’re the kid that set the Lab on fire.”
Greg blushed and stuck his tongue out at the laughing CSI, acting like the child he was always accused of being.
“No.” He replied crisply, sticking his nose in the air. “It was only the chair…. And maybe half the work bench, but that was it!”
Nick’s laughter doubled as he stood, slapping the blonde on the back lightly. “Gotta get back to work. C-ya Kid.”
Greg watched after the other man left, the small blush coloring his cheeks still present when Judy suddenly appeared in front of him, her hands behind her back.
“What, not giving cookies to mass murders this time?” She teased lightly.
Greg looked up at her almost unseeingly before her words sunk in and his blush brightened.
“Nah,” He replied. “I thought I’d leave that to the lonely house wives for now.”
The tiny red head laughed and plopped a ratty looking black fedora onto the blondes’ head. “Guess you did forget it here.”
Greg was so excited to see his hat that he jumped up and scooped the little woman into his arms, swinging her around in a very forties returning soldier style.
Judy found Greg’s laughter infectious and soon she found herself giggling as well, her giggles unending, even as she was set back on her feet by a brightly smiling blonde.
“Well, I guess I should be going.” Greg sighed, releasing the tiny red head. “Back to the grind.”
The two parted with smiles and empty promises to stay in touch although both knew that they hadn’t exchanged any contact information.
By this point, a small part of Greg was dieing over the thought of the running cab meter outside, but just as the yellow checkered extortion bracket was in sight, inches from being within reach, a familiar voice rose to catch his attention.
“That wouldn’t be little Gregory Sanders would it?”
‘You could pretend not to hear him…’ Greg thought to himself even as he felt himself turning to greet the older man.
“Mayor Gale,” Greg called back, tactfully ignoring the ‘little’ comment which the man made ever time they ever saw one another.
“Victor, please, we’ve known one another much to long to be so formal.” The man laughed, finally reaching the younger man’s side to shake his hand.
“Alright, Victor,” Greg replied, taking the man’s offered appendage.
“So good to see you, your father tells me that you have graduated collage already.” The man said, pride-fully puffing up as if Greg were his own son.
“Yes sir,” The blonde replied, smiling back at the aged man. “It’s been about seven months now.”
The older man nodded as if he knew exactly how long the boy had been out of school. “Have you had many offers?”
Greg nodded and proceeded to tell him about the multiple places he’d been over the past months.
“Sounds like you’ve had quite the adventure.” Victor laughed. “I’m surprised you weren’t hired here.”
“I’m not,” Greg replied. “My interview here was a disaster, but I’ll be working at Quantico soon, so I didn’t really get the sour side of the stick.”
The older man nodded again. “Well, it was great catching up with you again, Greg, I’ll make sure to tell my Jenny you said hi, but I really do need to get back to work. You’re still waiting on your clearances right?”
At Gregs nod, the older man shook his hand again before he turned and disappeared into the Crime Lab.
“Look Kid, Ya getting in or not?” The man snapped. “Honestly, its yer money.”
It was weeks later, still in job limbo, when the call came in. It was short and more of a forced command than a pleasant offer, but the Las Vegas Crime Lab had told him that if he was willing, the DNA tech position was his.
In an excited state of confusion Greg did the only thing his could think of doing, he called his mother.
“Darling, honestly, Don’t ask if socks have been worn with gift shoes.” Jacqueline’s thick French accent advised from the other end of the phone.
“Um…Mama, I think the phrase is, ‘Never look a Gift Horse in the mouth.’ ” Greg replied, suppressing his smile at his mothers indignant reply of, ‘Who the hell would want a used horse?’.
“Never mind Mama,” He laughed, more relaxed than he had been before he’d gotten the bazaar call.
Jacqueline was silent for a moment as she listened to her only son’s laughter.
“Greg, Moi bebe, I know which one I would have you choose, but that wouldn’t be fair for you.” She sighed softly. “I know you wouldn’t be happy in an environment with no element of excitement.”
Greg’s eyes misted with love for his mother as she gave him permission to tell ‘The Man’ to go stuff it’s self.
‘Huh…maybe that’s why I haven’t gotten my clearance from them yet…’ He thought to himself, remembering the many different times in his life when his family had been arrested for this or that against various governments.
“I must go Bebe, be good.” Jacqueline cooed, making kissy noises at her only child before she hung up, leaving Greg to make the appropriate calls.
Much to Dave‘s disappointment, Greg didn’t actually the FBI to go take a flying leap, but Greg made sure to console him with the promise of sending homemade fake pipe bombs to various CIA officials offices with the return address tracing back to great-great aunt Meggie who in all honestly could possible still make pipe bombs despite her one hundred and two years. Fake or not.
The first day of work was different from the day of the interview. At least, the morning was.
The alarm went off at the right time, the car started, traffic was light, he even found a close-ish parking spot, and that is where it stopped being different.
Captain Jim Brass wasn’t happy about being strong armed into hiring a no experience fresh faced kid who had failed his practical interview with flying colors.
“You need a new tech Jim,” Victor had said after observing their once pristine, highly qualified, upstanding Lab technician have a small melt down in the lab amongst the grave shift over flow and the day shift back log.
As a joke, Jim had come back with , “And I’m sure you have just the person in mind.”, which had obviously been a mistake as he’d been forcefully nudged to hire the child, not even old enough to drink, as his lead DNA specialist.
Looking at the boy who was maybe a year or two younger than his own little girl, Ellie. The kid was dressed in a pair of stone washed jeans and a white long sleeved full colored shirt, not a bad look if it hadn’t been finished off with ratty red chuck taylors and a set of faded brow to gold sun glasses pushed up into his messy sun kissed blonde hair.
The kid looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of ‘Teen Vogue’, he wouldn’t last two weeks.
“And I’m sure you remember this room.” Jim said snidely, leading the boy into the DNA lab after having had him in the interrogation room filling out paper work for most of the morning.
“Hard to forget.” Greg replied with a laugh.
“Yeah, well, your shift is starting now, so your lab coat is in your locker, dinner is pretty far off, so I‘d grab a cup of coffee, and I’d do it quick.” The short man chuckled softly. “The CSIs don’t like to be kept waiting…”
Greg’s eyes grew wide as he rushed to get clocked in and back to the lab before he was needed. He knew it had been odd when he hadn’t been required to punch in earlier.
Through the night, even though Greg had tried to be friendly with the other lab workers no one had even smiled at him, seemed the only person who did smile at him was Judy who always seemed to be at the lab, as if she had no where better to be.
Later that night, after the CSIs had criticized him for not being fast enough, even though he couldn’t make the machines go any faster than they were, and he’d gotten nasty looks from the techs all night, the poor blonde was ready to throw in the towel.
“Hang in there hunny,” Judy encouraged, her presence once more reminding Greg that he’d said hello to her when he’d come in that morning and that she was still here more than eight hours later. “Every rain cloud has a silver lining.”
Greg merely nodded as he clocked out and gave a half hearted wave to the chipper red head, mentally raging about the fact that this rain cloud was to dark to have a silver lining.
But just like in the movies, or a great t.v. show, it was just then that Greg collided with another body that was similarly not paying attention to their surroundings, causing Greg to fall back wards and the other man to stumble back and look up from his mail.
“Who are you?” The man asked, the voice causing Greg’s head to snap up to stare at the owner of said voice.
The voice was older than he remembered, but no less rich or smooth. It was a voice that had fueled quite a few of his early wet dreams when he was younger, a voice that had unknowingly changed Greg entire world at the tender age of eight.
Moving his eyes away from the beautiful mouth that had gained a few more line since he had last seen it, to the eyes that were no less startling than they had been all the years ago in that lecture hall. Icy blue orbs alive with a passion and total belief in what he was talking about.
It was those eyes that had driven him through school, those eyes so beautiful as they danced with inner fire, the same eyes that were now watching him with obvious confusion as the mouth he’d been staring at moments before began to move once more.
“I asked if you were ok?” The older man asked again, this time holding out his hand to help the kid off the ground.
“Yeah…” Greg breathed, practically melting as he took the other man’s hand. “I…um, I’m Greg.”
“That’s nice.” The other man replied, giving the boy’s hand a firm shake once he was one his feet again. “Gil Grissom. Are you waiting for someone?”
“Ah…no.” Greg replied with a blush, taking his hand back to quickly shove it in his pocket as he tried to ignore the wild tingles that shot up and down his arm from the short contact. “I just got off work actually.”
“Oh, I didn’t know we hired interns here.” Gil replied, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he gave Greg a once over.
“No, I’m the new DNA guy, you know. Here to replace the woman that had the break down?” Greg paused and then the thought hit him that maybe Gil didn’t know about it, maybe she hadn’t worked on his shift or something and before he could stop himself, his mouth continued to move.
“Or maybe you don’t know, I think her name was Beth, or Helen…or maybe Kelly…yeah Kelly seems right, but she couldn’t take the pressure or something, at least that’s what Judy told me.”
It was about then that he noticed a look of panic on the poor man’s face so he simply smiled and shut up, allowing the man to make an excuse and leave.
And as he watched the man leave he couldn’t help but look back at Judy and smile brightly at her. She’d been right.
He’d found his silver lining.
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Hey everyone! Well that’s it for the second chapter, what did you think? Don’t forget to review.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed on the first chapter, with out your wonderful support this chapter wouldn’t be getting out to you as quick as it is. So thanks again!
Kat
Author: AngelShinigami
Warnings: Fluff, language, ….YAOI SLASH ….het-ish…don’t like it, don’t read it…
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own CSI or any of their charaters…please don’t sue…I’ll cry….
AN: One more warning ya’ll, please remember this is an AU story. It will not follow everything perfectly or at all after a time. Thanks.
On with the fic!
Chapter 2
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Six months had passed since that terrible day and in that six months Greg had turned down four job offers and toured the labs of eight others before he had finally settled and accepted a teaching position at Quantico while he worked through his Masters programs and started on his Doctorates.
It was a very long term plan, one of which the small blonde wasn’t sure if he would be able to fulfill, but he was perfectly willing to try. The only thing he was waiting on was waiting on were his clearances. To be honest…he wasn’t sure if he was going to clear those…
“You know, you’d think it would be hard to loose a hat that you never let out of you sight…” Greg mumbled to himself, once more fruitlessly searching for the black fedora he’d sworn he’d just had.
“Wait…” The blonde paused in his search and actually thought about the last time he’d seen his precious hat. “Did I even have it in Miami…no... I guess not…. Wasn’t in D.C. or Chicago…”
Counting back, Greg groaned and flopped back onto his bed when he realized exactly where he’d last seen it.
“Vegas!” He moaned loudly, covering his face with his hands as if to hide from the truth. “Why, why, why?”
‘I could just call…’ He reasoned with himself, rolling into a sitting position. ‘Have them send it here. No harm, no foul.’
But no matter how much he thought about it, tried to talk himself out of it, or reason around it, there was no getting away from the fact that if he wasn’t there it just wouldn’t feel right.
So three days later, Greg found himself stepping off of the red eye surrounded by giggling couples and over eager hopefuls that who had been reading up on their blackjack games.
‘Ok…whoever is paying attention to me…’ He thought as he grabbed is small duffle out of the over head compartment once they’d landed. ‘I’ll make you a deal. I get my hat and leave with nothing bad happening to me, and I’ll sacrifice a chicken in your name or something…sound good?’
Greg didn’t get a reply, not that he was expecting one, but figured that the god accepted his offer when he was able to get a cab on the first try.
“Las Vegas Crime Lab please.” He told the, thankfully, English speaking cabbie, rattling off the address off quickly.
The ride was quite, but if gave Greg time to play his DS which the stewardess had insisted he turn off, even though there was a guy to isles away chatting on his cell phone while typing away on his laptop.
Once the car came to a stop, Greg shut off his game and smiled at the man.
“Could you wait for me?” He asked, blushing slightly when the grizzly man gave him a withering look through the review. “Could you wait if I give you a twenty dollar tip?”
The man simply stopped glaring and held out his hand through the window once the small blonde had gotten out.
“I hate this city.” Greg grumbled as he walked into the large grayish building, leaving the cab behind with the knowledge that the stupid things’ meter was still running.
“Good morning, Crime Lab, hold please. Good Morning, Crime Lab, Hold please. Good Morning- Greg!” .
Greg smiled as the tiny woman told the person on the other end of the phone to hold as well as she took off her headset and gave him her full attention, despite the flashing lights.
“Judy, hi.” He greeted with a smile.
“Did you come back to apply for another position?” She asked with a teasing grin. “Because you know, I could always use a new chair if you wanted to set this one on fire as well…”
“Very tempting,” Greg replied, winking saucily at the receptionist. “But I promised not to set anything on fire for another four months, or at least until I’m cleared for my new job, which ever comes first.”
The red head laughed as she answered another call and connected one of the flashing lights to someone higher up before she turned back to Greg.
“So if you aren’t here to get me a new chair or profess you undying love to me, what are you doing here?” She asked, calling another woman over to handle the phones.
“Well, while I would love to whisk you away to my families Italian villa, I must be honest.” He took her hand and gazed deeply into her soft amber eyes. “Judy, have you seen my hat?”
“Eh?” Judy blinked at the slightly taller blonde boy and tilted her head slightly. “What hat?”
“You know,” He replied, letting go of her hand with a smile. “The one I wore here on the day of the interview.”
Judy blinked at the boy once more before she shook her head. “But sweetie…you weren’t wearing a hat when I met you…”
“I wasn’t?” Greg asked softly, his eyes wide as panic flashed in his rich caramel eyes.
Judy simply shook her head, unsure of what to say to the poor boy who looked like he’d just shot his puppy.
“But maybe I’m wrong.” She amended quickly, “I mean we only met twice. Let me check the lost and found.”
Greg nodded to her as he wondered down the hall to sit at the same bench he’d sat on the day of his interview, only it was missing two very large twins. He knew the likely hood of his hat still being here, if it had ever been here in the first place, was small and next to none.
He was just about to sink into a little mini depression when he heard a slight southern twang trying to get his attention.
“Hey… you ok, Kid?” The voice called softly.
“Yeah.” Greg replied, jumping slightly when a warm body sat next to him, a large hand landing on his shoulder, the heat reminding him of liquid fire he‘d once seen in Hawaii.
“Ya Sure?”
Curiosity finally got the better of the small blonde as he rose his head and immediately went bright red.
The brunette CSI from his day from hell was leaning so close that all Greg could see was brown. Not muddy or murky, but clear like whiskey. No…something darker, something blacker, something addicting.
‘Coffee,’ Greg’s brain supplied, staring deeply into the other man’s eyes. ‘His eyes remind me of fresh coffee, warm and inviting…’
It was then that Greg realized that he was leaning way to close to the man whose name he couldn’t remember, but whose presence was hard to forget.
“Yup!” He replied, quickly leaning away from the other man and his burning touch. “Never better.!”
“Glad to hear it man.” The large brunette replied, holding out his hand. “Nick Stokes, CSI 2.”
“We’ve met.” The blonde replied, taking Nick’s hand just to feel his touch again. “Greg Sanders, I applied for the DNA position.”
Nick looked confused for a second before a bright very amused smile bloomed over his face.
“Yeah man, I remember you!” He laughed. “You’re the kid that set the Lab on fire.”
Greg blushed and stuck his tongue out at the laughing CSI, acting like the child he was always accused of being.
“No.” He replied crisply, sticking his nose in the air. “It was only the chair…. And maybe half the work bench, but that was it!”
Nick’s laughter doubled as he stood, slapping the blonde on the back lightly. “Gotta get back to work. C-ya Kid.”
Greg watched after the other man left, the small blush coloring his cheeks still present when Judy suddenly appeared in front of him, her hands behind her back.
“What, not giving cookies to mass murders this time?” She teased lightly.
Greg looked up at her almost unseeingly before her words sunk in and his blush brightened.
“Nah,” He replied. “I thought I’d leave that to the lonely house wives for now.”
The tiny red head laughed and plopped a ratty looking black fedora onto the blondes’ head. “Guess you did forget it here.”
Greg was so excited to see his hat that he jumped up and scooped the little woman into his arms, swinging her around in a very forties returning soldier style.
Judy found Greg’s laughter infectious and soon she found herself giggling as well, her giggles unending, even as she was set back on her feet by a brightly smiling blonde.
“Well, I guess I should be going.” Greg sighed, releasing the tiny red head. “Back to the grind.”
The two parted with smiles and empty promises to stay in touch although both knew that they hadn’t exchanged any contact information.
By this point, a small part of Greg was dieing over the thought of the running cab meter outside, but just as the yellow checkered extortion bracket was in sight, inches from being within reach, a familiar voice rose to catch his attention.
“That wouldn’t be little Gregory Sanders would it?”
‘You could pretend not to hear him…’ Greg thought to himself even as he felt himself turning to greet the older man.
“Mayor Gale,” Greg called back, tactfully ignoring the ‘little’ comment which the man made ever time they ever saw one another.
“Victor, please, we’ve known one another much to long to be so formal.” The man laughed, finally reaching the younger man’s side to shake his hand.
“Alright, Victor,” Greg replied, taking the man’s offered appendage.
“So good to see you, your father tells me that you have graduated collage already.” The man said, pride-fully puffing up as if Greg were his own son.
“Yes sir,” The blonde replied, smiling back at the aged man. “It’s been about seven months now.”
The older man nodded as if he knew exactly how long the boy had been out of school. “Have you had many offers?”
Greg nodded and proceeded to tell him about the multiple places he’d been over the past months.
“Sounds like you’ve had quite the adventure.” Victor laughed. “I’m surprised you weren’t hired here.”
“I’m not,” Greg replied. “My interview here was a disaster, but I’ll be working at Quantico soon, so I didn’t really get the sour side of the stick.”
The older man nodded again. “Well, it was great catching up with you again, Greg, I’ll make sure to tell my Jenny you said hi, but I really do need to get back to work. You’re still waiting on your clearances right?”
At Gregs nod, the older man shook his hand again before he turned and disappeared into the Crime Lab.
“Look Kid, Ya getting in or not?” The man snapped. “Honestly, its yer money.”
It was weeks later, still in job limbo, when the call came in. It was short and more of a forced command than a pleasant offer, but the Las Vegas Crime Lab had told him that if he was willing, the DNA tech position was his.
In an excited state of confusion Greg did the only thing his could think of doing, he called his mother.
“Darling, honestly, Don’t ask if socks have been worn with gift shoes.” Jacqueline’s thick French accent advised from the other end of the phone.
“Um…Mama, I think the phrase is, ‘Never look a Gift Horse in the mouth.’ ” Greg replied, suppressing his smile at his mothers indignant reply of, ‘Who the hell would want a used horse?’.
“Never mind Mama,” He laughed, more relaxed than he had been before he’d gotten the bazaar call.
Jacqueline was silent for a moment as she listened to her only son’s laughter.
“Greg, Moi bebe, I know which one I would have you choose, but that wouldn’t be fair for you.” She sighed softly. “I know you wouldn’t be happy in an environment with no element of excitement.”
Greg’s eyes misted with love for his mother as she gave him permission to tell ‘The Man’ to go stuff it’s self.
‘Huh…maybe that’s why I haven’t gotten my clearance from them yet…’ He thought to himself, remembering the many different times in his life when his family had been arrested for this or that against various governments.
“I must go Bebe, be good.” Jacqueline cooed, making kissy noises at her only child before she hung up, leaving Greg to make the appropriate calls.
Much to Dave‘s disappointment, Greg didn’t actually the FBI to go take a flying leap, but Greg made sure to console him with the promise of sending homemade fake pipe bombs to various CIA officials offices with the return address tracing back to great-great aunt Meggie who in all honestly could possible still make pipe bombs despite her one hundred and two years. Fake or not.
The first day of work was different from the day of the interview. At least, the morning was.
The alarm went off at the right time, the car started, traffic was light, he even found a close-ish parking spot, and that is where it stopped being different.
Captain Jim Brass wasn’t happy about being strong armed into hiring a no experience fresh faced kid who had failed his practical interview with flying colors.
“You need a new tech Jim,” Victor had said after observing their once pristine, highly qualified, upstanding Lab technician have a small melt down in the lab amongst the grave shift over flow and the day shift back log.
As a joke, Jim had come back with , “And I’m sure you have just the person in mind.”, which had obviously been a mistake as he’d been forcefully nudged to hire the child, not even old enough to drink, as his lead DNA specialist.
Looking at the boy who was maybe a year or two younger than his own little girl, Ellie. The kid was dressed in a pair of stone washed jeans and a white long sleeved full colored shirt, not a bad look if it hadn’t been finished off with ratty red chuck taylors and a set of faded brow to gold sun glasses pushed up into his messy sun kissed blonde hair.
The kid looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of ‘Teen Vogue’, he wouldn’t last two weeks.
“And I’m sure you remember this room.” Jim said snidely, leading the boy into the DNA lab after having had him in the interrogation room filling out paper work for most of the morning.
“Hard to forget.” Greg replied with a laugh.
“Yeah, well, your shift is starting now, so your lab coat is in your locker, dinner is pretty far off, so I‘d grab a cup of coffee, and I’d do it quick.” The short man chuckled softly. “The CSIs don’t like to be kept waiting…”
Greg’s eyes grew wide as he rushed to get clocked in and back to the lab before he was needed. He knew it had been odd when he hadn’t been required to punch in earlier.
Through the night, even though Greg had tried to be friendly with the other lab workers no one had even smiled at him, seemed the only person who did smile at him was Judy who always seemed to be at the lab, as if she had no where better to be.
Later that night, after the CSIs had criticized him for not being fast enough, even though he couldn’t make the machines go any faster than they were, and he’d gotten nasty looks from the techs all night, the poor blonde was ready to throw in the towel.
“Hang in there hunny,” Judy encouraged, her presence once more reminding Greg that he’d said hello to her when he’d come in that morning and that she was still here more than eight hours later. “Every rain cloud has a silver lining.”
Greg merely nodded as he clocked out and gave a half hearted wave to the chipper red head, mentally raging about the fact that this rain cloud was to dark to have a silver lining.
But just like in the movies, or a great t.v. show, it was just then that Greg collided with another body that was similarly not paying attention to their surroundings, causing Greg to fall back wards and the other man to stumble back and look up from his mail.
“Who are you?” The man asked, the voice causing Greg’s head to snap up to stare at the owner of said voice.
The voice was older than he remembered, but no less rich or smooth. It was a voice that had fueled quite a few of his early wet dreams when he was younger, a voice that had unknowingly changed Greg entire world at the tender age of eight.
Moving his eyes away from the beautiful mouth that had gained a few more line since he had last seen it, to the eyes that were no less startling than they had been all the years ago in that lecture hall. Icy blue orbs alive with a passion and total belief in what he was talking about.
It was those eyes that had driven him through school, those eyes so beautiful as they danced with inner fire, the same eyes that were now watching him with obvious confusion as the mouth he’d been staring at moments before began to move once more.
“I asked if you were ok?” The older man asked again, this time holding out his hand to help the kid off the ground.
“Yeah…” Greg breathed, practically melting as he took the other man’s hand. “I…um, I’m Greg.”
“That’s nice.” The other man replied, giving the boy’s hand a firm shake once he was one his feet again. “Gil Grissom. Are you waiting for someone?”
“Ah…no.” Greg replied with a blush, taking his hand back to quickly shove it in his pocket as he tried to ignore the wild tingles that shot up and down his arm from the short contact. “I just got off work actually.”
“Oh, I didn’t know we hired interns here.” Gil replied, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he gave Greg a once over.
“No, I’m the new DNA guy, you know. Here to replace the woman that had the break down?” Greg paused and then the thought hit him that maybe Gil didn’t know about it, maybe she hadn’t worked on his shift or something and before he could stop himself, his mouth continued to move.
“Or maybe you don’t know, I think her name was Beth, or Helen…or maybe Kelly…yeah Kelly seems right, but she couldn’t take the pressure or something, at least that’s what Judy told me.”
It was about then that he noticed a look of panic on the poor man’s face so he simply smiled and shut up, allowing the man to make an excuse and leave.
And as he watched the man leave he couldn’t help but look back at Judy and smile brightly at her. She’d been right.
He’d found his silver lining.
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