Warning now: First chapter is strictly Greg and Sara moment, so anybody who reads for the cases, wait til chapter two! Oh, and also, I don't own anybody from CSI, but I own the dead people: How depressing is that? Hahaha...and I own Season 1, 4 and 6 of CSI...does that count? No? Oh well...
Hey, I'm back...finally! I swear, my principal is out to get me...something is going on when everyone in your school has a problem with them (trust me, everyone actually does have a problem...there are only 30 of us...) BUT anyways...enough about me! Here is the first chapter to me new story, so enjoy everybody! Or...at least, I hope you enjoy..
The Mermaid's Purse
A man in his early thirties walks along the padded dirt roads of the zoo where he works. This is apparent, for he wears a uniform crested with Las Vegas Zoo insignia. He whistles a friendly tune as he continues about his work, cleaning up about the area, checking for anything amiss about his route. Off to the side, he can hear the chirruping of crickets and the ribbitting of frogs in the small pond next to a bench. He chuckles as he hears the monkeys frolicking in the trees in their enclosure, and the distant trumpeting of the elephants. He enters a stone-coloured building located a bit off the trail, near the administration buildings. He follows the trail, and also passes by the large aquatic centre where the lapping of water could be heard. The whales, seals, and abundance of aquatic creatures that resided in the water could not be heard tonight. He walked along, preparing for the end of his shift, still whistling that happy tune…
CHAPTER 1: PUPPY-DOG EYES
"Aww, Greg, look at her!" Sara Sidle gushed over a tiny smoky grey coloured kitten she had picked up. She was cuddling it close to her, like she would a baby, and let it bat playfully with her finger. "Isn't she just the sweetest thing you ever saw?"
"Next to you, yeah, she is." Greg Sanders walked up next to his girlfriend, making sure to avoid the large line of cat and dog food that was placed against the wall. He looked into the tiny kennel where Sara had found the kitten, and something caught his eye as well. "But this little guy looks like he has character."
"Which one?" Sara asked as she still cradled the kitten, peeking over to the place where Greg was now scooping up a small ball of fur.
Greg mimicked Sara, holding the kitten like a child. The creature was a very fluffy ball of orange, with a white stomach and deep brown stripes along its back. "He looks like Garfield! This cat will go on to do great things, Sara."
Sara rolled her eyes at him. "I'm sure." The orange kitten grabbed the hood string of Greg's sweatshirt with its tiny teeth, and they both smiled. "He certainly is a character."
"It's called 'cattitude', Sara."
"Oh no, you did not just say cattitude, Greg." Sara said, laughing in spite of herself at the corny joke.
Greg grinned sheepishly. "Hey, I'm just saying…besides, it's a great word. I'm going to tell Nick tonight when we get in, and then add it to 'Greg's dictionary of cool words that so should be real'."
"Yeah…" Sara said, putting down the kitten and looking at her watch.
"What's wrong?" Greg asked, placing his own kitten down and wrapping his arms about her waist.
"I'm just…ugh, so not in the mood for work tonight." Sara said, leading Greg out of the animal shelter, and Greg snorted. "What?"
"Nothing," Greg said, placing a kiss on her neck and then walking alongside her, hand in hand, "It's just that you say that all the time, but we all know that Sara Sidle is in love with her job. No way would you actually not be in the mood for it."
Sara looked shocked, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and of course Greg noticed how hard she tried to attempt seriousness. "Why do you say that? That's not fair Greg. I could so take a day off." This erupted a barrage of laughs from Greg. "I could!"
"I don't think so."
The turned into a grassy field, a park, that was located near to Greg's apartment. Because of the time of day, it was virtually empty. Parents were still at work and children were still in school. That was fine for Sara and Greg, as they made their way to a large Oak tree that was located in a secluded area. Greg had shown it to her a few weeks after they started dating, and they went there when they had the chance (not often enough) to just talk and enjoy each other's company.
"Greg Sanders, why do you say that?" She said as she set herself down on the ground next to Greg, both back on to the tree. "I can take any day off. Lord knows that I have enough time off saved up to do it."
"But," said Greg, taking a blade of grass and tearing it vein by vein, "You won't. You want to know why? I'll tell ya why." He threw the grass bits on the ground, and started on another, "It's because you have no hobbies. No reason to stay home."
This time Sara's defiance was not faked. "I do so! I have…" Sara tried to say something, but only succeeded in looking like a fish. Greg looked at her with a smug smile. "Shut up Greg."
"I didn't say anything."
"That look says everything." She sighed. "So what do you do, if you're such an expert?"
"Personally, I do a lot of things. I watch T.V., I play video games, I browse the mall, I did, once upon a time, try and score a date at a bar…" This received a glare from Sara, so he continued on hastily, "I surf, scuba dive, I collect coins…among other things."
"Big list," Sara commented, "so how do I come up with something I can do?"
"Easy," Greg said, moving himself so that he was lying on his side, facing her, elbow propping himself up, "what do you like?" Sara shrugged. "Come on Sar, there must be something you like to do?"
"Well…" Sara started, "I like bugs."
"And what would you do with bugs? Collect them, catch them, study them?" Greg was trying to be helpful, but all he succeeded in doing was make Sara hate her idea.
"Never mind…umm…" She wracked her brain. "I like…oh damn it Greg, I don't know!" She picked up a handful of leaves and threw it in the air. She watched with a heavy heart as they drifted down towards her again, feeling miserable.
"Well, don't get discouraged. We'll find out something you like, and then get you started on a hobby."
Sara smiled brazenly. "Wait…I know something I like."
Greg looked up at her hopefully. "Really? What's that?"
She got to her knees, and crawled over to Greg. "I like ex-lab techs turned CSI who looks really cute when they're trying to help me feel better." She pushed him over on his back and crawled on top of him. "What do you like?"
Greg caught on pretty quick when her lips met his. She leaned back, awaiting an answer. "I like brunette CSI's who enjoy my innate sense of style and charm…and crawl all over me."
Sara smiled and he welcomed her lips, deepening the kiss. He rolled over on top of her, and she felt her way to his hips, and then under his shirt, as did his hands search her hips and under her shirt. He broke off for a second and said, panting heavily, "Sorry Sar."
She looked up to him breathless, still feeling his skin at her fingertips, and trying to find out why he stopped to say something so random. "Sorry for what?"
He leaned down again, and started where he had ended until they broke for air again. "I don't count…" he drew a large breath. "You still need a hobby."
She laughed quietly. "You'll do for now…" She gasped as Greg's hand touched her in just the right place, sending shivers down her spine. She started the fervent make-out session again until just a few minutes later, they both heard the same cursed noise. They broke off, just staring at each other, hoping that this moment wouldn't end. "Damn it," Sara muttered as she withdrew her hands, letting her fingers glide against his back for a lasting effect on both of them, Greg doing the same, and she picked up her cell phone from her purse nearby.
She leaned against the tree, with Greg still leaning over her slightly, trying to kiss her neck. "Greg, shh!" She giggled, despite her trying to be staid, "It's the lab." He kept at it, so she just answered the cell. "Sidle." Greg kissed her in the very crook of her neck and she gasped again, so she had to push him away, much to both their disappointment. "Yeah, he's here." Greg heard her sigh quietly. "Yeah, we'll be in there as soon as we can…twenty minutes? Okay…bye." She looked at Greg with a very annoyed look on her face as she snapped her cell phone closed.
Greg leaned in towards her again and enclosed her lips tenderly in a kiss, her body a hug. "I know."
"You may not feel it, Greg, but I'm regretting this more than you are." She gave him a loving look. He stood and held out his hand and helped her stand as well. She leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Maybe when we get time, we can finish what we started."
Greg looked at her, and with the same loving look, nodded. He clasped her hand once again, and led her to his apartment where they could get ready for another day at work.
Mmm-hmm...here it is...was...? Lol...anyways, reviewin' makes me a little happier, and motivates me to write more, and takes my mind of my personal issues with my English teacher who can't even spell the word 'parallel'...anyways, chapter two IS written, but I am pacing myself...so it'll be up when I am a few chapters ahead so I won't leave you guys in a drought...hope you guys enjoyed it. Drop a line if you care to do so!