A/N: This fic is dedicated to all of my CSI readers. I know, I haven't written any CSI for awhile, but this idea has been eating away at me, begging me to write it. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters.
Chemical Casanova
A chemical Casanova, Sara thought. Surely that was the only way to describe him.
Standing across from his lab, she admired him from afar.
It never occurred to her before that Greg was exactly that, a Casanova. Not in the vulgar way, but more so in a charming one. The way he threw searing looks and lithe smiles to all of the girls that passed by his lab was indeed dazzling. They all seemed to fall under his spell.
After a single glance or confrontation, the girl would be popping up everywhere the young lab rat seemed to be. Perhaps they were looking for a follow up glance, and if they were lucky, a kiss.
They got addicted, like he was a drug or something.
Sara, although she attempted to deny it to herself, was just as bad, if not worst, than the other females.
It has to be the smile, She thought to herself. That god damn gorgeous smile…
The first time he directed his secret weapon towards her, she was secretly his. When she was on her break, she would float around his lab like a ghost. Every possible chance she got, she went to get DNA results.
Never before had she thought that one of the starchy white lab coats could look sexy on anyone. At least, until he came along. The way he spiked his hair was sexy. The color of his eyes was sexy. Hell, he could even make chemicals sexy if he wanted to.
Of course, there was a geeky aspect to him, but Sara didn't care. The geek was who Greg was, and she wouldn't change a thing about him.
A knocking sound brought her out of her reverie. Looking up, she noticed Greg, his face pressed against the glass with his hands banging on it frantically.
She looked on as he fixed his hands into the shape of a heart, completing the notion with a pirate-like smile and his eyebrows cutely raised.
Sara chuckled and blew him a kiss, deciding to tease him a little.
Turning away, she let her cheeks grow hot with a blush as she walked down the hall. She, just like every other girl with eyes in the lab, had fallen deeply for the chemical Casanova.