If he's Me so Who am I?
Title: IF HE’S ME SO WHO AM I?
Chapter: Meet the New Tech, 1/4
Characters: Greg, Grissom, OMC
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Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: Set after ‘Play with Fire’
Warnings: None apart from the Nick/Greg slash (Don’t like, don’t read). Cross-posted with ff.net and WMTDB.
Summary: After a very bad day, Greg finds that Nick could be interested in him... But is it really him?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own CSI but Jerry does!
Beta: The wonderful jayceepat
Author's note: It was my first story, my first Nick and Greg story too, so also my first slash. Even if I posted it few months ago, I thought I could post it on my LJ!
Meet the New Tech
When Greg woke up that morning, he knew that it would be a great day. Ecklie was on vacation for at least two weeks. Hodges was sick so he wouldn’t harass him all the day. Perhaps Grissom would even pair him with Nick… Ah Nick the sexy hot - straight - Texan with tight jeans and T-shirts… And Greg had a very good look today: hair spiked in a perfect style, his favorite Marilyn Manson T-shirt and perfect baggies which perfectly fit his ass… When he looked at his own reflection in the mirror he thought ‘Yeah definitely good’ with a goofy grin. ‘If maybe Nick could notice me…’
Moreover for the first time this week he wasn’t late so any lame excuse to find because he hadn’t woken up in time… ‘No really, you think it’s easy to find an excuse for every day in the week?’ There wasn’t even a traffic jam on the way to work which was almost a miracle on a Friday evening at 9:30 p.m. on the Strip.
But sometimes things are not like we would like them to be or that we think they could be. Good things can turn bad. And it can go from bad to worse. Trust me!
Eventually when he entered the lab an hour later, he thought that God might hate him. He was so stunned when Grissom introduced him to the new DNA lab Tech that he couldn’t even form a word.
“Greg, this is Eric Adams, our new DNA Tech. Can you show him the lab? He’s going to replace you during your CSI training. Eric, this is Greg Sanders our former DNA lead and new CSI wannabee” he added, smiling at the death-glare that Greg had sent him at the word ‘wannabee’.
“Nice to meet you, Greg,” Eric said offering a nervous hand to Greg.
No answer… Let’s say that was not really normal for a very-loud-and-always-vocal Greg Sanders… Consequently Grissom was beginning to worry. “Greg? Greeeeeeeeg? Are you okay Greg? You look like you’re going to pass out… Are you sick? Do you need the day off?” Grissom asked, snapping in front of the rookie CSI.
Coming out of his shock, he finally answered, “No it’s okay, and I’m fine. Nice to meet you too, Eric.” before shaking Eric’s hand.
He was leaving, mumbling under his breath “I think that, Mom, you owe me an explanation…” when he finally heard Grissom saying “Uh Greg remember the key words? ‘New tech’, ‘Lab’, ‘Visit’. I could also say ‘being nice’. Does it remind you of anything?”
“Sorry Griss I zoned out.”
“Yeah I can see that. Thanks! So…do you think you can handle the visit while I head off to a crime scene?” asked Grissom ironically.
“You definitely don’t look good.”
“Sure Griss. It’s just that I think it’s weird.”
“What do you find weird? I mean other than your look… And your taste in music… and clothes of course,” He said mockingly. Greg glared again.
“Oh! Come on Griss! Don’t you see???” Greg rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah what did I think? It’s Grissom. How could he notice something like that?’ He was about to answer Grissom but he noticed that his boss had already disappeared.
Suddenly he heard a little shy voice. “Uh Greg are you ready?”
Snapping out of his thinking he finally ‘answered’ “YES!” He shouted so loudly that Eric jumped on to his feet. ‘Great! Now he thinks that I’m completely insane. Which I probably am…’ “If you can just give me a few minutes, I need to make a phone call. Okay?”
“Yeah sure. Take your time.” Eric thought that he probably could use a little time alone because that guy was definitely scaring him shitless.
“You can go in the break room and have some coffee. You’re lucky. Hodges is sick so he hasn’t made is his infamous whatever-he-called-coffee-but-which-is-not-real-coffee. Feel free to use the sugar on the table. Milk and cream are in the fridge. Just a warning, if you find something which looks like milk but doesn’t smell like it, it’s probably Grissom using the fridge for an experiment. Again. In that case I suggest you use nothing in the fridge which could be not biohazard-free… And so… potentially harmful.” ‘Oh Man I am enjoying the look on the newbie’s face!!! Take that!!! I’m definitely nut’s, he’s a poor and innocent newbie.’
“Okayyy…” He answered skeptically. “Thanks for the advice.”
After finding a quiet place to make his phone call, Greg dialed the well-known telephone number. “Hi Mom.”
“Hi baby! How are you?”
“Fine Mom. Sorry it’s just a quick call I’m at work but I just need to know…” Now he was boiling from the inside with the weirdest situation he had ever seen. And finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He yelled hysterically through the phone so loud that his mother had probably dropped the phone on the ground from shock (and probably most of the lab, perhaps most of the LVPD). “DID YOU HIDE SOMETHING ABOUT MY BIRTH FOR ALMOST 30 YEARS?...”