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….
Chapter 1
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In a perfect world, the everyone's car works and gas is always below two dollars. Everyone's alarm clocks are set for the right time, no matter what time zone they are in and when the snooze button is hit, the clock doesn't break, despite its previous abuse.
Unfortunately for one blonde Cali boy with an early afternoon interview for the LVPD crime lab, Murphy's Law was in place. Anything that could go wrong, was going wrong, and at the worst possible time.
It had all started with his alarm clock going off an hour later than the original time, due to the fact that he'd been in New York City the previous week for another position. This caused the poor boy to do the Flight of the Bumblebee through the small hotel room pulling on any piece of clothing he could reach before he realized he was trying to put on a shirt for pants and finally took a breath and actually dressed properly.
Once he was dressed, the boy rushed down to his car which simply refused to start.
"Oh Come on!" The boy cried, getting out of the car to kick the side of the hood. "You stupid piece of crap! You can go across the country three times, but you can't even pretend to go twelve city blocks to get me to an important interview?" He kicked the car again. "Why the FUCK did I buy you to begin with!"
Instead of trying to start the car again, the small blonde boy grabbed his messenger bag and locked the doors before he set off to make the long trek, slamming his foot into the trunk for good measure.
The day was hot and the suit jacket he was wearing wasn't helping him any as he weaved in and out of tourists, drunks, and Las Vegas locals that were on their lunch break. None of this helped the boy get to the crime lab any quicker and it was long past his interview time when he finally made it into the building.
"Hi!" He breathed out to the platinum blonde woman behind the reception counter. "I know I'm late, but I am here for the DNA technician position interview…"
The blonde looked up lazily and perused the smaller boy before her with a snap of her bright pink gum that accented her bright red lips.
"Take a seat sugar. They'll be back eventually." She replied, obviously dismissing him as she returned back to her Cosmo.
After an awkward moment, the blonde boy nodded and walked down the indicated hallway and sat down at the first bench he came to, dropping his head into his hands the moment he sat down. It wasn't long before he heard and felt two bodies sit next to him.
Slowly raising his head, the blonde, who stood a good 5'9, felt like a flea compared to a cockroach as he craned his neck up to look first at one very overly muscled man, then the other, both bald and painted in what were obviously prison tattoos.
"Hi," He chirped, figuring it was better to be friendly with the large men that could easily crush him, he had always been told that predators could smell fear. "What are you in for?"
The man he was looking at simply turned his head and snorted at him after having raised an eyebrow, silently asking why the blonde thought he was 'in' for anything.
"The handcuffs kind of give it away," The boy replied to the silent question,. "I'm Greg! What's your name?"
The large man simply snorted again and turned his head away, facing forward once more. Greg looked to the man on his other side and when he realized that neither was going to answer he simply kept talking.
"Well, I think I'll call you Chuck." He said to the man on his left. "And you Larry…" He continued, referring to the man on his right.
Both men smirked slightly at the nick names as the continued to listen to the little boy.
"I'm here for an interview. In DNA. You know, matching and putting criminals away by blood and other bodily fluids? It wasn't what my parents thought I'd do, but I saw this guy give a speech at a symposium once and thought he was so awesome that I began to get more and more into science, then I figured out that I don't like bugs as much as I thought I would, so I branched off on my own, then I double majored and graduated with three minors, my Papa Olaf was proud of that, then I traveled with Dave, my father, for a few months before I got my first job offer and here I am, oh! Speaking of Dave, my whole family has that tattoo, well, my family on his side, the males at least." He grinned, pointing to a small Celtic knot on 'Chuck's' arm. "I get mine in four months! I don't know where I'll put it though, can't put it on my arm, not because I might get a position here, but because I already have other things there and it would look to crowded and although I could get it on my hip, I just don't do what that signifys…"
Both men were now staring at the small boy between them who seemed to have forgotten how to be quite.
"Greg?" A tiny strawberry blonde haired woman asked, standing before the trio, nervously twitching her
hands as the boy stopped talking and nodded to her.
"Hi, I'm Judy, the Swing Shift receptionist, I heard that you were late for the noon group from Kelly and thought I'd take you to the break room for some coffee while you waited for Ecklie, the Day shift supervisor, to get back ok?" She asked, not giving Greg any time to reply as she took his hand and pulled him into a standing position.
"Uh, sure." He said, smiling to her as she quickly walked down the hall. "Bye Chuck, Bye Larry!"
Both men smiled and waved, very flamboyant waves.
"Bye Greg!" 'Chuck' called back.
'Wow…' Greg thought, as he finally faced forward and was pulled into the good sized break room. 'And I thought Aborigines were weird…'
"Ok sweetie, Coffee is over there," She pointed to the stagnate coffee which smelled like death warmed over. "That's about as fresh as it gets around here. The group should be to get you soon."
Greg nodded as she left and he poured himself a cup of coffee, smelling it with a frown before he sat at the table and rose the cup to sniff again.
"You know, it ain't gonna get any better, no matter how many times you smell it" A southern lilt teased from the doorway.
Greg looked up and his world practically exploded with little sparkles and hearts as he watched a taller, but still slightly stocky, well muscled brunette walk into the room, closely followed by a tall black man that slightly resembled Lenny Kravitz.
"Oh…" He answered, mentally berating himself for the oh so intelligent answer.
The brunette chuckled and poured himself a cup of the murky liquid. "Never as sweet as love and blacker than the devils hooves, but if it's coffee, I'll drink it."
"Ah," the blonde replied, still un able to form full sentences.
"You here waiting for someone?" The black man asked, sitting in the chair opposite from Greg, stretching out his long legs and leaning back, observing the young boy in front of him.
"Kind of," Greg replied, finally forming words, focusing on the black man, who while still cute, was not as breathe taking as the other male.
"Cool, waitin' for the interview group?" The brunette asked, smiling at Greg's affirmative nod. "That's cool man, I'm Nick Stokes, one of the CSI on Night shift and this is Warrick Brown, another CSI."
The black man nodded and gave a half wave. "Yo."
"Hi," The blonde replied, "I'm-"
"Greg Sanders?"
Greg turned at the sound of his name and blushed as the sight of at least twenty suited professionals staring back at him.
"You're late." The leader replied, obviously annoyed at the sight of the young boy. "Get at the back of the line, you have a written test next, please follow me."
Greg nodded and stood, leaving the black death on the table as he hurried off, only glancing back once to blush once more at the identical shocked looks on the CSIs faces.
"You see that coming?" Nick asked his friend as he continued to stare after the young blonde.
"Nope…" Warrick replied, taking the untouched coffee and sipping it.
The written test wasn't to hard, true or false, multiple choice, and a few matching thrown in, to tell the truth, Greg felt like he was back in high school. A fact that was only reinforced when he was the first to finish and some of the other applicants glared and rolled their eyes as he sent out of the room.
Out in the Hallway, Greg saw the two large criminals he'd talked to earlier and shrugged as he went over to talk to them again.
"Hey guys," He greeted, sitting on the bench across from the two chained men who simple smiled back at him. "Just a thought….but what did you two do in your off time. You know, other than the whole…criminal…gig…"
'Chuck' gave a chuckle and leaned forward as far as his cuffs would let him.
"Well," He started, "I'm a stylist and my darling brother here is a nail artist."
"Nothing sexier than well cared for nails." 'Larry' added, closing his eyes to visualize for a moment. What he was visualizing, Greg didn't want to know.
"Good to know…" He replied, leaning back into the bench, looking at both men. "So…what did you two do exactly?"
"You mean you don't know?" 'Larry asked, opening his eyes to look over at his brother before both men looked back at the little blonde.
Greg laughed and shook his head, shrugging his shoulders dismissively.
"I've been in Russia with Dave for the last two months." He replied, as if that explained everything.
Both men simply nodded. "Well, we didn't actually do anything. But if we had done anything, it's possible thirteen people ended up decapitated with missing digits. Their bodies doused in lime in ditches and their heads shaved and stuffed before they were turned into mannequin stands for hats and wigs…"
Greg simple stared at the men across from him, not sure if he wanted to run and hide in a corner or if he wanted to pretend he hadn't actually heard that semi confession.
"But it's not like we actually did it." 'Chuck' said with a chipper smile.
"Yeah," 'Larry' replied sarcastically. "Don't know how those fingers and toes got into our closets…"
'Chuck' grew silent for a second before a sly smile crept over his lips and he smirked at an unmentioned memory.
"I do…" He chuckled, causing his brother to elbow him sharply. "I- I mean, look! People!"
Greg looked over and sure enough, more people were now exiting the testing room, most grumbling about not finishing before the allotted time was up.
"Alright," The Tour leader, Conrad Ecklie, called to the assembled group. "We are going to show you the lab then give you a small on the spot test, where everyone will watch, while your tests are graded. Then we will announce who will be called back for a second interview."
The gathered crowd nodded and all began to follow the thin man who had promptly walked away after his short speech.
"I should get going," Greg said with a smile, nodding to each man as he jumped up, slinging his messenger back over his shoulders. "Chuck. Larry."
"Greg." They replied, their voices blending into one as the waved goodbye once more.
"Now this is the DNA lab." Ecklie was saying, just as Greg caught up with the group. "As you can see it is surrounded by glass so that it can been seen into from every angle, just incase."
Some of the group chuckled, others stayed quite, everyone, as a whole, unsure if their guide was making a joke or not.
" Our Lab is the most up to date in the country, as far as we know. From the blood analyzer to the Sample cooler, not a single piece has been over looked. Feel free to look for a moment before we begin the tests."
Greg was in geek heaven. While some of the people were wondering from piece to piece, simple looking at it , the moving on. Greg was like a little blonde blur with twelve hands. He zipped from one to the other, touching and caressing before he was off again, then returned and caressed again.
"Alright everyone. Move away and gather at the door."
The group shuffled and jostled to arrange themselves in some semblance of order before one by one they were brought up to the testing table and given a sealed folder.
At the command, the applicant would open the file and begin to do the do the given task, each different from the last. When it was finally Greg's turn, his stomach was twisted with knots and he was shaking slightly as he took his file and waited, feeling each and every set of eyes staring at him.
'The only way this could be worse is if I were naked…' Greg thought, opening his folder when told. 'Hm…not to hard, extract DNA out of the given evidence. I can do this.'
With ease, the small blonde went though the motions he'd done in school and everything was going just fine until he reached for a pipette and the instruction sheet, which was still in his hand, came alittle to close to the lit Bunsen burner.
"AH!" Greg cried, quickly jerking his hand back, somehow knocking the flame over in the process.
A whirlwind of chaos followed at every turn as Greg tried to right each thing that went wrong in his struggle to put out the flaming instructions.
Greg stood amongst the wreckage as the evaluation team gave him nasty looks and simply told him to leave. It was a good thing he was the last of the group.
"Everyone go to the break room, we shall come to get you shortly." Ecklie said sharply, glaring at the small blonde in front of him as they all left, Greg scurrying away the fastest.
"Not go well?" 'Larry asked, seeing the small blonde's forlorn and very defeated look.
"No…" He replied, picking up the end of his tie, staring at the charred edge. "I don't think there is a word for as bad as I did…"
Greg gave a large sigh and squeaked as the burnt, still slightly smoking edge began to glow an angry red.
"Ah!" He cried, for the second time that day, dropping the silk, quickly slamming his hand down on the glowing material, his face contorting in pain the second he realized what he'd done.
"Ooo…Sweetie…" 'Chuck' murmured softly, motioning the boy over to sit between him and his brother. "We saw the flames from here."
Greg only let out a small sob as he sunk down on the bench, 'Larry's head on top of his actually making him feel better about the abnormally bad interview.
"I really wanted to work here too…" He muttered softly, his eyes drifting over to look down the hall at the break room where all the interviewees were milling around, some hold cups of lukewarm coffee, others talking on cell phones.
"Maybe I am just to young to be in this field yet…"
'Chuck' and 'Larry' looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Look Greg," One of the large men said, Greg not able to muster the energy to look up to see which one. "You must be something special if you got this far for as young as you are. Just because a bunch of over primped, about to be balding, and mostly frigid stiffs won here, it doesn't mean they will everywhere."
"Yes." The other agreed, Greg still unsure of which one. "Because while they rot away here, over stressed with no hope of moving up or out, all hindered by a glass ceiling, you will continue to fly and blossom until you are like Buddha's lotus."
As odd as it was to be sitting in between two very dangerous men, knowing exactly what they did due to their semi confession, he couldn't help but feel better, more empowered, and ready to take on the world.
"You're right." He said, sitting up with a determined look, giving both men a smile which was fully returned, no flamboyance or bravado detectable in their expressions.
"Thatta boy." 'Larry', said as he nudged the boy into a standing position. "Go. Take on the world."
"Right." With a bright smile, the blonde hopped to his feet and was about to run off when he stopped and looked at the chained men with a thoughtfully.
"You know…they might reduce your sentence and let you stay together if you confess about everything." He laughed. "It worked for my uncle Vincent."
Both men nodded and once their new friend had walked off they once again looked at each other.
"Brenden, do you think we should've told him our names?" 'Chuck', whose real name was Branden, asked his brother with a soft, yet oddly deep voice.
"No, he'll figure it out eventually." The other man chuckled, his voice soft and deep as well.
They were quite for a moment before Branden turned to his twin. "So. No eating him?"
"Agreed." The other man nodded.
Both men perked up and held up their chained hands in the same attention getting gesture as Jim Brass, a very surly looking ex homicide cop, walked past them.
"We're ready to confess!"
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I know this is shorter than my normal chapters, but it is just a tester chapter. Tell me if you like it, tell me if I should continue. You know how I love reviews
Alright, small Author Note. Some of you might be thinking, 'Why the HELL do we care about the serial killers??' The answer is that they will come back later, if this continues, trust me I wrote this in conjunction with a friend of mine, Slytherinskitten, it is a combined brain child, with my writing skills, lol. I love all of ya'll
Yours,
AngelShinigami
