Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to CSI, CBS do.
"Look, man, I just asked why you were in Vegas this weekend, no biggie." Nick Stoke asked a man, becoming severally annoyed at the man who stood in front of him. Nick was beginning to think that maybe this man could not understand English as he had originally thought, seeing as his accent was clearly not American. Although the man did look official, neat suit, polished shoes, designer sunglasses, sandy blonde hair, and an obvious strong build. He had a PDA in his hand and a Bluetooth in his ear, even if the guy only looked to be in his twenties, Nick couldn't help but feel intimidated.
"And I asked you that same question, if we're just going to stand here and exchange stupid and pitiful comments, then please may I go and get my plane." Suddenly he pressed at the blue tooth in his ear and spoke in rushed Norwegian, "Monique! Vennligst ikke hassle meg. Det kommer til å ta en stund å komme ut av Vegas! Se, jeg har fått gå,farvel."
He then turned and rolled his eyes at Nick, "The wife, she's back in Norway and wants me there as soon as possible."
Nick coughed awkwardly, "Well, I don't want to keep you any longer than necessary, but these questions are important."
The man nodded, "Go ahead then."
"Where were on you at one am on Thursday?"
"Getting drunk at 'La Hotel Grande' I swear. The nice politician took me there, you can ask him yourself. I'm here on business, I bridge the waters, and at the moment they are a little troubled. I speak English I end up here. I was with, Peter Tolling, you can ask him."
Nick nodded, "Yeah, I heard of Peter. Big new enterprise man, rising star, really rich?"
"Yeah, that's him. We sat right next to the security camera because he is terrified of muggings for some reason." The man told him.
"Uh huh, okay." Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture, a beautiful blonde girl with blue highlights in her hair and her eyes where a warm amber, "Have you ever seen or heard of this girl? Her name is Josephine Witaker."
The man shook his head, "No never."
Nick sighed, "Okay, that'll be all…umm…I forgot to take your name." Here Nick was, having taken the mans DNA, number and normal residence address but no name?
The man laughed and then sighed before saying, "The names Gregory Tobias Hojem-Saundersen…can I leave now? My plan leaves in less then an hour."
Nick nodded, "Sure you can Mr. Sandersen."
Greg shook his head, "Please, call me Greg. Mr. Sandersen is my father." Then Greg reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, "Look, if you feel you need me to answer any more questions that's got all my contact details."
Then Greg reached down and picked up his luggage and ran to the limo, not looking back.
So, it's one of those 'What-if' stories. I'm bored and I can't upload my CSI Christmas fic so I resorted to writing a different fic.
What if Papa Olaf hadn't gotten the family kicked out of Norway? What if Greg had grown up over there? What sort of man would he have become?
I have got a couple more ideas that could fit into this category of 'What-if's with Greg being Norwegian as my main muse…I'll write those and upload at a later date.
One-shot, I'm not even going to consider continuing this story, I have too many on the go. This particular one is a one time thing. xD
By the way, sorry if my Norwegian is wrong, I haven't spoken the language in so long.
It says, 'Monique, please do not hassle me. It's going to take a while to get out of Vegas! Look, I have got to go, goodbye.' (I think)
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