A/N: we all know that Greg has his shall we say (by "we" I mean me) moments. Greg has to many comebacks, most of which are lame! This takes place when Greggo is in the field but still is doing some lab work.
Disclaimer: me no own you no sue. I would like to own Eric Szmanda
I like to double space my stories. FYI
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Greg Sanders walked in to lab one Wednesday, after solving yet another murder suicide, with a confident swagger. Like usual his head was moving along to the beat of the Manson song playing on his white classic IPod.
"Greg!" Sara yelled. No response. "GREG!" nothing still. "GRRRREEEEGG!"
"Yeah Sara need something"
"Yes, the results from the murder suicide. I need to file them."
"Theys be down in the break room" this particular comment from Greg warranted a look from Sara because of the odd grammar and the fact that the never left files in the break room. When Sara was more than half way down the hallway toward the break room he cell buzzed.
"PSYCHE" read a very confused Sara Sidle. Then it dawned on her the message was sent by …Greg. She kept reading, "cmoe back dowm 2 DNA lab" God Greg sucked at spelling.
Sara trudged back down to the DNA lab. There was Greg holding the case file, yes the one he told her was in the break room. "Psyche, Greg what is that all about?"
"Ya know, psyche, just kidding I'm joking, not for real," he stopped giving her examples when her noticed her slightly annoyed expression. She snatched the folder and walked away.
"Gees what's her problem" Greg said to no one in particular as he pulled out his IPod.
A/N: Sorry that it's so short. I think this will be a three-shot. Please review. Reviews motivate me to write more and if you review you get a virtual piece of cake. ;)