An: Hello there! *waves* My name is Saxi and I will be your author today. Now this is my first CSI story. And I hope you like it.
An 2: This is a.. well *slash* story. Kiss this... *smirks smugly* Sorry... It's Greg/OC and it will be.. interesting. Just.. Give me a chance. Please.. This take's place right before PWF and the aftermath of it.
Summery: Everyone thinks Greg is normal. He has a few secrets that even his closest friend's at the lab don't know about. After the explosion, his life becomes an open book.
Chapter 1
Greg yawned and turned and looked at his alarm clock. "Jakie? I have to get up.."
Jak sighed. "Do you have to?"
"I have to go to work babe, you know that." Greg said sitting up with his back toward him.
"But Greg.." Jak sighed sitting up and putting a hand on Greg's back. "I..."
"Jak.. come on. It's just a normal day of work. I'll try to get home early." Greg said standing and looking at him.
"Greg.. I have a bad feeling about this.." Jak said looking at him.
"Don't worry k?" Greg said going to the door closet and getting dressed.
"Fine.. Just be safe. Please?" Jak asked.
"I always am." Greg said turning to him. "Blue or gray?"
"Blue." Jak said pulling his knees up under his chin and the blanket around him.
"Come on.. you're making me feel guilty." Greg said. "Get that look off your face."
Jak sighed and laid back down. "It should be your day off. You haven't have one in a month."
"Jakkers.. I work Graves..." Greg said.
"So do I!" Jak yelled. "But I've been off work because I have been sick. You know that!"
Greg sighed. "I know, but my job is slightly more difficult than yours."
"I'm a dealer..." Jak said. "That's difficult."
"So's processing DNA." Greg said. "I need to go before Grissom fires me. I'll call you later to check on you. Ok?"
"Fine." Jak mumbled.
Greg sighed and went into the living room. Living with Jak was an adventure in every way. He grabbed his keys and went out the door. He got into his car and drove to work. Time for Greg to put on the proverbial 'straight' face. Greg was out to everyone he knew, except his coworkers. He didn't feel that they needed to know. They would most likely treat him differently. He wanted to be the happy go lucky Greg from DNA who seemed normal. Greg pulled into the parking lot and got out. It was a balmy night out and so far he had nothing to worry about. He walked inside, clocked in and went to his lab. The crew already had evidence piled up for him.
"Greg?" Catherine asked walking into the lab.
"What?" Greg asked looked at all the samples.
"There's a big case going down so all DNA should be done quickly." Catherine said smiling.
"Don't I always do it quickly?" Greg smirked
"Yes, but no goofing around ok?" Catherine said.
"10-4!" Greg smiled and started to work.
He didn't notice anything as he worked. He mixed his chemicals like normal, working as fast, safely and efficiently as he could. Listing to some music. Hodges had bugged him once to fume something and he ignored him.
Greg started to hum along to a song that was playing in his mind. He heard a crackle and turned to the fume hood. He looked at and at the moment it exploded.
~~~~~~ Greg woke up in the ambulance.
"Mr. Sanders? Can you hear me?" A medic asked him.
Greg groaned. "Call my partner.."
"We are calling your contact as we speak. Can you tell me what happened?" The medic said.
"Lab... Fire.... Smoke..." Greg mumbled.
"Ok. I'm going to give you some morphine to ease the pain." The medic said.
Greg blinked and passed out from the pain.
~~~~~~~~~ Jak was picking up the living room when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jak asked looking at a past issue of Surfer Dude magazine.
"Yes, are you Jak Morgan?" the voice asked.
"Yes it is, how may I help you?" Jak asked slightly annoyed.
"I'm with the Crime Lab. I have some news." The voice said.
"Crime Lab... Is this about Greg?" Jak asked.
"Yes, I'm sorry to inform you that Greg Sanders was involved with an explosion." The voice said.
"Where is he being taken?" Jak asked dropping the magazine.
"Desert Palm."
"Thank you." Jak said hanging up. He grabbed his keys and went out the door and drove the hospital.
Jak parked and ran inside. "Ma'am?" He asked the receptionist in the ER.
"How may I help you?" She asked.
"I'm looking for Greg Sanders, he was brought in from the Crime Lab?" Jak asked.
"He was brought in about an hour ago. He is in ICU." said a voice from behind him.
"Who are you?" Jak asked.
"I'm one of his co-workers. Name's Catherine Willows." She said putting her hand out.
"Jak Morgan." He said shaking her hand.
"Follow me please." She said walking down the hall. "Greg had only you on his contact list."
"Well, I would think so." Jak said softly.
"What was that?" Catherine asked.
"Nothing... Can you tell me what happened?" Jak asked.
"The lab exploded. Fume hood. He was thrown through a glass window." Catherine said. "Third degree burns on his back and neck."
Jak stopped in the middle of the hallway. "How serious is serious... not bad enough for critical but almost there?... What?"
"He's not near critical. But he's serious." Catherine said. "The medic's said that he asked for someone to call his partner..."
"That's me." Jak said.
"What did he mean by partner?" Catherine asked.
"We live with each other Ms. Willows." Jak said looking at her.
Catherine blinked at him.
Jak blinked. "Shit.. You didn't.. Oh God..."
"I didn't what?" Catherine asked.
"Know about Greg..."
Catherine looked at him. "You mean.."
Jak sighed. "Please... Just.. Don't tell anyone please. He'll tell me if he know I told..."
"I won't tell anyone. Our secret. For now." Catherine said walking up to a door. "He's in here."
"Thank you." Jak said going to open the door.
"He... he's in bad shape Mr. Morgan.."
"I don't care." Jak said opening the door and gasping at what he saw.
An 2: This is a.. well *slash* story. Kiss this... *smirks smugly* Sorry... It's Greg/OC and it will be.. interesting. Just.. Give me a chance. Please.. This take's place right before PWF and the aftermath of it.
Summery: Everyone thinks Greg is normal. He has a few secrets that even his closest friend's at the lab don't know about. After the explosion, his life becomes an open book.
Chapter 1
Greg yawned and turned and looked at his alarm clock. "Jakie? I have to get up.."
Jak sighed. "Do you have to?"
"I have to go to work babe, you know that." Greg said sitting up with his back toward him.
"But Greg.." Jak sighed sitting up and putting a hand on Greg's back. "I..."
"Jak.. come on. It's just a normal day of work. I'll try to get home early." Greg said standing and looking at him.
"Greg.. I have a bad feeling about this.." Jak said looking at him.
"Don't worry k?" Greg said going to the door closet and getting dressed.
"Fine.. Just be safe. Please?" Jak asked.
"I always am." Greg said turning to him. "Blue or gray?"
"Blue." Jak said pulling his knees up under his chin and the blanket around him.
"Come on.. you're making me feel guilty." Greg said. "Get that look off your face."
Jak sighed and laid back down. "It should be your day off. You haven't have one in a month."
"Jakkers.. I work Graves..." Greg said.
"So do I!" Jak yelled. "But I've been off work because I have been sick. You know that!"
Greg sighed. "I know, but my job is slightly more difficult than yours."
"I'm a dealer..." Jak said. "That's difficult."
"So's processing DNA." Greg said. "I need to go before Grissom fires me. I'll call you later to check on you. Ok?"
"Fine." Jak mumbled.
Greg sighed and went into the living room. Living with Jak was an adventure in every way. He grabbed his keys and went out the door. He got into his car and drove to work. Time for Greg to put on the proverbial 'straight' face. Greg was out to everyone he knew, except his coworkers. He didn't feel that they needed to know. They would most likely treat him differently. He wanted to be the happy go lucky Greg from DNA who seemed normal. Greg pulled into the parking lot and got out. It was a balmy night out and so far he had nothing to worry about. He walked inside, clocked in and went to his lab. The crew already had evidence piled up for him.
"Greg?" Catherine asked walking into the lab.
"What?" Greg asked looked at all the samples.
"There's a big case going down so all DNA should be done quickly." Catherine said smiling.
"Don't I always do it quickly?" Greg smirked
"Yes, but no goofing around ok?" Catherine said.
"10-4!" Greg smiled and started to work.
He didn't notice anything as he worked. He mixed his chemicals like normal, working as fast, safely and efficiently as he could. Listing to some music. Hodges had bugged him once to fume something and he ignored him.
Greg started to hum along to a song that was playing in his mind. He heard a crackle and turned to the fume hood. He looked at and at the moment it exploded.
~~~~~~ Greg woke up in the ambulance.
"Mr. Sanders? Can you hear me?" A medic asked him.
Greg groaned. "Call my partner.."
"We are calling your contact as we speak. Can you tell me what happened?" The medic said.
"Lab... Fire.... Smoke..." Greg mumbled.
"Ok. I'm going to give you some morphine to ease the pain." The medic said.
Greg blinked and passed out from the pain.
~~~~~~~~~ Jak was picking up the living room when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jak asked looking at a past issue of Surfer Dude magazine.
"Yes, are you Jak Morgan?" the voice asked.
"Yes it is, how may I help you?" Jak asked slightly annoyed.
"I'm with the Crime Lab. I have some news." The voice said.
"Crime Lab... Is this about Greg?" Jak asked.
"Yes, I'm sorry to inform you that Greg Sanders was involved with an explosion." The voice said.
"Where is he being taken?" Jak asked dropping the magazine.
"Desert Palm."
"Thank you." Jak said hanging up. He grabbed his keys and went out the door and drove the hospital.
Jak parked and ran inside. "Ma'am?" He asked the receptionist in the ER.
"How may I help you?" She asked.
"I'm looking for Greg Sanders, he was brought in from the Crime Lab?" Jak asked.
"He was brought in about an hour ago. He is in ICU." said a voice from behind him.
"Who are you?" Jak asked.
"I'm one of his co-workers. Name's Catherine Willows." She said putting her hand out.
"Jak Morgan." He said shaking her hand.
"Follow me please." She said walking down the hall. "Greg had only you on his contact list."
"Well, I would think so." Jak said softly.
"What was that?" Catherine asked.
"Nothing... Can you tell me what happened?" Jak asked.
"The lab exploded. Fume hood. He was thrown through a glass window." Catherine said. "Third degree burns on his back and neck."
Jak stopped in the middle of the hallway. "How serious is serious... not bad enough for critical but almost there?... What?"
"He's not near critical. But he's serious." Catherine said. "The medic's said that he asked for someone to call his partner..."
"That's me." Jak said.
"What did he mean by partner?" Catherine asked.
"We live with each other Ms. Willows." Jak said looking at her.
Catherine blinked at him.
Jak blinked. "Shit.. You didn't.. Oh God..."
"I didn't what?" Catherine asked.
"Know about Greg..."
Catherine looked at him. "You mean.."
Jak sighed. "Please... Just.. Don't tell anyone please. He'll tell me if he know I told..."
"I won't tell anyone. Our secret. For now." Catherine said walking up to a door. "He's in here."
"Thank you." Jak said going to open the door.
"He... he's in bad shape Mr. Morgan.."
"I don't care." Jak said opening the door and gasping at what he saw.