okay, my St. Pattys day fic, another Greg drabble. R&R:)
Greg walked out off the lab, a huge smile on his face. Tomorrow was St. Patrick's Day; he had the day off, and a pass to bar hop all over the strip.
Greg walked into the lab, a small spring in his step, and a huge smile on his face. As he entered he flirted with Judy at the front desk, as well as every female lab tech he met on his way, what could he say, he was in a really good mood.
Slowly, he started to think something was wrong, after he passed someone, he could hear chuckling coming from that person. Eventually he made his way to the break room, where the rest of the team was sitting around. Instantly Sara and Nick burst into loud laughs, Catherine and Warrick tried to suppress their laughs, but soon lost it and Grissom just stared at him, shaking his head.
"Fun day yesterday, Greggo?" Nick asked him through his laughs.
"Of course" the younger man replied, looking at them all like they were crazy.
"What did you do?" Sara questioned, smiling at him.
"Went to a few bars, then home" he shrugged, that was all he could remember.
"You sure?" Catherine pushed.
"Yeah, why?" he demanded to know.
"No reason" Warrick told him, and Grissom started to hand out assignments.
As the day went on, Greg started to doubt his friends, something was up. Every time he saw somebody, they would laugh, chuckle, a few people even opened pointed and stared. Due to this, by the end of the shift, he was glad to go the locker room before heading home.
He threw his locker open, and started to pull his bag out when he happened to glance in the mirror he had in it. His hair was ruined! Instead of its normal blond color, it was shamrock green with darker green low-lights. Turning his head a bit, he saw that on the back, someone had shaven all of the hair off, and written 'Poke me, I'm not Irish' in black sharpie. Tentatively, he touched the locks, and nearly feinted when it stayed the same color, proving he wasn't imagining it.
"It's okay, wee Greg" an unfamiliar voice, with a thick Irish accent, said. "It will eventually grow back."
"Whos there?" he called out, looking around the room, not seeing anyone.
"Or, it could stay like that forever, I can arrange that" the voice continued. Greg started to panic, as he ran his hair through his blo… uh, green hair. "You know, laddie, I don't think it looks half bad," the voice added. Greg kept turning in circles when he saw a shadow coming from the showers.
"Who are you?" he asked shakily, reaching for his gun, only to find it absent from its holster on his hip.
Slowly the shadow grew bigger, and after a few moments, a short man with deep red hair, and green eyes stepped out. He was dressed in a completely green outfit, with the exception of red splatter all over his front.
"Now, laddie" he said, and Greg promptly passed out.
Greg bolted up, sitting up straight in his bed. He ran a hand through his hair, and, remembering his dream, bolted to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he was relieved to find his hair its normal, messy, blond self. Sighing, he walked back into his bedroom and fell back asleep, not hearing the Irish laughing that came from his hallway.
You like it? please tell me, please:)
Oh, if you are reading ED, I just need to say that I will update soon, but a bad mix of muse vacation, soccer, and high school, has prevented me from working on it for a while, I'm really sorry, but the next chap should be up by the end of the month:)
