Title: Someone's watching us
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Yet again I have to say this… CSI isn't mine, in any way shape or form. (Stop rubbing it in… When I rule the world I will.) The guys here are just puppets for a while and I pull the strings.
Summary: They are all getting the feeling that they are being watched.
Notes: Probably set back in the third season. After 'Playing with Fire' but before Greg considered becoming a CSI. Pulling a little parody- I've been reading too much Barry Trotter- which is NOT my fault, may I just add.
Greg's POV
I'm crouched over the microscope again, when I have that feeling that someone is watching me again. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, and it gives me the creeps. I get this same feeling at least once a day, and every time I look up there is no one there.
I look up just in case, but I was right, there is no one there. I shift nervously, and look over my shoulder once again before turning back to my work.
"Hey Greg." I jump a mile and spin around to find Catherine stood in the doorway. She may not know it, but that was possibly the worst time for Catherine to creep up on me like that. "Are you OK? You look like you've just seen a ghost." I smile back at this remark; maybe it was just Catherine watching me.
"Here are your results." I hand her the sheet of paper that has been sat on my desk for the last twenty minutes. "The blood you found in the sink isn't the victims, I ran it through the database and…" I trail off, there is that feeling again- someone is watching me.
"What is it Greg?" Catherine said, looking around the room, and then staring attentively at me as if I jumped off the diving board and right into the deep end. "Is something the matter?"
"Do you ever feel like someone is watching you?" I whisper, looking over my shoulder in the general vicinity that I believe the person is watching me from- but there isn't anyone.
"Everyone does at some point or other, we are all too self-conscious not to." I nod; maybe this is me just being self-absorbed and paranoid; because as Catherine says that I don't have that feeling anymore.
"Yeah, sorry… Anyway; the database turned up a similar DNA tag arrangement on a previous offender. I'd go with the ex-inmate being blood relative to the soon to be inmate."
"Thanks Greg." I smile at Catherine as she goes to exit my lab. "And Greg?"
"Hmmm," I say, preoccupied with my current samples.
"Maybe you should take some time off; I think the fumes are starting to get to you." She left the room and I'm left to consider that. Maybe I should take some time off, because this paranoia is becoming more and more frequent… There it is again and I shudder. This is getting to me way too much. I should relax.
Catherine's POV
I return to the break room, results in hand, but concern too for my friend. Greg was feeling like he was being watched, and by the looks of it, it was really getting to him. I'd learnt ages ago that there was no one watching me- it was just my nerves tricking me into believing there was.
I sit in the break room, waiting for Sara to get back so we can get cracking on trying to hunt down this 'Hubert Moonshine'. But this gives me time to ponder over what Greg is trying to say. I understand that we are all working in a close environment, that we actually all can see one another. He's just being paranoid I remind myself. But suddenly I think someone is watching me, I can feel the eyes burning the back of my neck.
I look over my shoulder, but behind me is only the coffee machine, I'm loosing my mind officially. So I shift in my seat, hoping that I've just trapped a nerve and it's sending those signals up my spine. But it is still there,
"Hey Cath, did you get our results?" Sara takes the seat opposite me, and I try to relax myself, but it isn't working. "What is up with you?" She simply states, taking the sheet of paper off the desk and starts to look at it; although every so often she looks up and sees me sat there, uncomfortably.
"Greg said something, and it has me all paranoid." I say, and I slide further into my seat, because I swear someone is now checking me out- but as soon as I think it that sensation is gone. I truly am loosing it.
"Please tell me Greg didn't give you the speech about modifying DNA and how it is going to change life as we know it." I smile slightly,
"No, he just said that he felt like someone is watching him. And now I feel it too." Sara laughed.
"You mean to say you swear that someone is studying your every move?" I nod and Sara laughs even more, this goes on my mental list as to why Sara and I don't get along. "You shouldn't listen to Greg; this is him trying to get revenge on being called a lab rat."
That was something I never thought of, we've always called Greg 'lab rat' and they get studied. Maybe this is just his way of getting revenge, by playing mind games. I smile then and sit up in my seat, not so scared anymore. Over active imagination.
"Thanks Sara never thought of it like that. Now if there was only some way to get back at Greg." There is a wicked glint in Sara's eye and I know that she has already formulated a plan. I'll just leave her to do that- after all that is Sara's forte.
Nick's POV
I sat in the A/V lab with Archie, going over the tape from a shop robbery- for the fifth time that evening. Nothing seemed to be leaping out at me, or Archie. In fact we'd been spending the time drinking cups of coffee- hoping that with one more run through a clue would suddenly appear.
"You know what Arch? I'll let you stay here and look through the tapes, page me if you find anything." I say getting to my feet and stretching. There has to be some other evidence to go and analyse to get out of here.
"Sure, just get me another coffee." Archie says, barely looking away from the monitor for those split seconds. I nod, he won't have seen it though because his attention is firmly fixated on the monitor, where he is getting close ups of absolutely anything that could be of any use.
I head out of the door and that is when I hear it, a voice, just a faint mutter, but audible none the less.
"Did you say something Archie?" He looks up at me, a blank expression on his face.
"Didn't say a word,"
"Oh." I mutter- sitting there for so long has completely thrown me off my stride. I'm now hearing things out of exhaustion. I shake my head, "Well I'll go get you that coffee."
I hear it again, this time it is clearer. It is a female voice 'typical' she says. I jump out of my skin- now I certainly can't have heard that! I look over my shoulder, but there are no female techs in the vicinity. So who on earth was that?
I stumble down the corridor dumbfounded, I really need to get some more sleep. That is when I feel like someone's eyes are following me. This isn't the first time I've felt it, actually it is becoming a regular occurrence. I've gotten past the theory that it could be any of the women (I know, it sounds so shallow but it was a possibility), I'm now onto the theory that the crime lab could be haunted.
I shake my head, I sound like a suppositious fool; and I work with science- not all the metaphorical beings. I decide that I better go and see Greg for some of his coffee. After all Archie does deserve it.
"Hey Greggo, I wonder if I could borrow some of your Blue Hawaiian for Archie." I see him shift nervously, and wonder what has him so spooked; maybe it is the same thing.
"Um, sure." Now that certainly is out of character- something has definitely got him rattled, otherwise I would have had to have fought with Greg for some coffee. He goes to his cupboard and pulls out some, and just hands it to me. I can't believe my eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask, trying not to get too hopeful that it is the same issue as me.
"Nothing," He said, waving me off with a hand. But I'm not deterred, I want to find out what is spooking Greg.
"Seriously Greg, I won't laugh." He looked up at me, and sighed. "I feel like someone is watching me, do you ever get that Nick?"
So it isn't just me, I wonder if Greg has heard that voice too.
"I don't think you are mad Greg, I feel like that too." A smile spreads his face and mine too, because at least we know we aren't crazy- or if we are we'll be crazy together. "I swear that someone is watching our every move." He nods at me, finally I don't feel as wound up and as fearful because I can't be going to insane if Greg is following.
Wait, that isn't the best example. Oh God, I am mad!
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A/N: I ended up breaking this into two parts as not to make you have to read loads and loads. In the next part… Sara decides to try and play a mind trick on Greg, but it backfires. And Grissom notices the strange behaviour of his CSI's.