Disclaimer: Right, i dont own anything u recognise so dont sue. ALso, the character of "lacie" and the ending acutally belong to my friends series on this so check out her profile- lollpops x candycanes - and read her stories. they are amazing!
Warnings; Maybe some language, kinda implied sex scenes and a shock ending.
A/N: okay this is the second of my stories dedicated to my dear little lollypops x candycanes. They way this works is, Greg Sanders is at Stanford. and he's friends with Sam Winchester of Supernatural. (she likes them both) so all depending on reviews i was going to do a wee mini series for her... and ofcouse anyone who wants it...so leave reviews!
Also, this is my first Greg (CSI) fic and i havent watched the show in a while sorry of hes a bit out of character!
enjoy!
Show Me The World As You See It.
Greg pushed Lois against the bedroom door as she fumbled for the bobble that was in her hair. "No time." he growled into her ear and pushed open the door sending them both onto the floor.
"Scrunchie!" Lois grit out determinedly and Greg grabbed both her hands and pulled her to her feet kicking the door shut behind him and throwing her onto the bed. Lois let out a laugh and Greg smiled down at her, it wasn't a family photo smile, it was more predatory and Lois loved it. She loved the fact she cold bring out this side to him. This aggressive feral no-more-Mr-nice-guy side that all the girls swooned over.
"Lois," he breathed against the pulse point in her neck, she was distracted and he hated when she got distracted, which was a lot, and she only did it at the most…inappropriate of times.
"Greg!" she gaped as her finger nails racked down the bare skin of his back, and when the hell did his shirt come of?
"Stop. Thinking." he commanded, when Greg Sanders commands something you do as you're told, before biting down on her exposed neck and Lois did. She stopped thinking, stopped any thought process that was currently trying to make way to her very fuzzy brain. She was even certain she had stopped breathing, until he bit just there and she made a strangled noise at the back of her throat. Yes. She was still breathing and if she stayed in these clothes any longer she was certain she would die.
"OH MY GOD!" came the startled scream before the door of the room slammed shut again and Lois pushed herself up into her elbows and looked over Greg's head at the posted of the rose on the back of the door. A muffled "I'm sorry" swiftly followed by "System. Fucking,. scrunchie system" made Lois roll her eyes and lay flat on her back again.
"Lois!" came the hushed shout and her head sprang up again.
"There is a time for thinking and this.." Greg gestured to the current situation, "..is not one of those times." Lois merely nodded and Greg growled, biting down hard on her inner thigh causing her to let out a strangled gasp once again.
"So this no thinking thing, is quite fun," Lois whispered against Greg' chest before pushing herself up and looking down into his eyes. Greg laughed softly and followed her feather soft touch down his chest just to rest below roughly where his left lung would be.
"does it hurt?" she asked softly and Greg shook his head, tucking a long strand of blonde hair back behind her ear and away from her face. "How did you get it?" she whispered, her eyes however never leaving the thin pink line on his torso.
"I was in a car crash." she smiled sadly and Lois nodded.
"just you?" he knew she was trying to find out as much about him as she could, she always did that, from pictures to any faint scars on his body. Many people would find her strange and stalker like but Greg didn't. she was a world away from what he was used to a world away from…
"Now, whose doing all the thinking huh?" Lois laughed, playfully hitting him on the chest. Greg smiled and blinked a few times to rid himself of her face, her memories, to rid himself simple of her.
"Who was she?" Lois' question was almost inaudible but Greg knew what she had asked.
"Her name was Lacie." he whispered softly not looking her in the eye, once again Lois nodded sadly and place her head gently down onto his chest. She didn't want him to say anymore. A loud bang resounded at the door and Greg looked up.
"You heard that and it wasn't just me?" Lois asked and moved as Greg sat up and pulled on his pants.
"Stay here." he kissed her head and made his way out of the room.
"HAILIE!" came the shout as the person banged on the door. Greg opened it cautiously and looked at the man who was making all the noise. Sam looked him up and down. "I really don't wanna know but where is she?" Sam asked and Greg noticed his cool calm façade slipping dramatically,
"She's…" Greg turned around to the living area and turned back to Sam. "not here." he finished with a smile and Sam punched him. A quick, solid, right hook to the jaw. Greg recoiled in horror.
"Sam!" came the shout from behind the counter as Lois ran around, blonde hair swishing all over the place, and grabbed Greg. "what's gotten into you?!" she exclaimed and examined Greg's face.
"Where is she?" Sam all but sobbed.
"Who?" Lois asked as she ran her finger tips over Greg's already swelling eye.
"Hailie!" Sam exclaimed and threw his arms in the air.
"I don't know."
"great!" he yelled and Lois watched as his long legs took off at a run down the deserted hallway.
"Here." Lois whispered and handed Greg the ice pack as he sat down on the two-seater . "What's up with him?" she asked as though Greg would know. Granted that He and Sam Winchester were best friends, no-one ever knew what was going on in Sam's head.
"I dunno, he looked worried though, he was looking for Hailie." Greg stated letting the coolness soak into his abused flesh.
"Probably on one of her self obsessed trips." Lois placed a mug of coffee in front of him and smiled as she popped two pain killers from the foil and plastic packaging. Greg smiled as he downed the pills, Lois wasn't one for compassion but then again was that why he was drawn to her?
"Aren't I glad my mum wont be here for another week." Greg laughed and Lois' brow furrowed in confusion making Greg wish he had just kept his mouth shut. He sighed heavily and looked up, she was clearly waiting for an explanation to his sudden outburst about his mother. "She puts the "S" in mothering."
"Mothering doesn't have an s." Lois stated and Greg laughed at how adorable she was.
"As in Smothering?" he explained and Lois laughed and half pouted.
"Okay, so I'm slow. And you have an over protective mother. Deal with it." she said before kissing him soundly.
"is it just me or do you feel bad?" Greg sighed as he pulled her into his arms.
"Yeah, I feel bad. Let's get dressed and track them down." Lois whispered against his neck and pushed up off of him, dragging him to the bedroom.
"This is one of the worst ideas you could possibly have." Greg laughed as he shut the door behind him.
Greg tapped the steering wheel along to the currently ending song and Lois laughed as he burst into song "every time that we meet I skip a heart beat, I skip a heartbeat for you." he sang as he touched the tip of her nose. Lois rolled her eyes and searched for another song and smiled when it landed on one.
"Now, this is my kind of music!" she exclaimed and began to sing along to Jordin Sparks' "no air" and Greg smiled at her. "GREG!" she screamed and he turned back to the road. Pulling hard on the wheel Greg swerved from the black SUV and into a pole on the other side of the road, causing the car to flip onto it's side.
Greg opens his eyes to blood and glass everywhere and tries to blink away the pain. Everything is already looking far too familiar for his liking and he feels physically sick.
"Lois." a hoarse whisper as the first time and he cant stop the tears that fall from his eyes.
"Lois!" he calls again and hears a cough, then a grunt and..
"Greg!"
"It's okay, it's okay I'm here." he reaches out his hand to her and she grabs on tightly.
"Lois…Lois!" he yells as he feels her grip on his loosen. "come on" he begs as her eyes begin to slide shut. He knew he wouldn't be lucky twice. He simply knew it.
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air