A/N: On time with this one, the first couple chapters are going to be slow going, got to get all the things evened out. Enjoy.
L.A.
"And that's why you did it" Greg stood collecting the evidence pictures and walked out of the room, his boss, and fellow CSI, watching him from two way mirror
"He is quite impressive" Norton spoke, Alison side glanced her boss,
"He's been here four years, and you're just noticing?"
"It's promotion time" she knew alright she was hoping for supervisor for swing, she had been here the longest, minus Norton.
"He's gotten a conviction for almost every case he's worked on" Norton stated something she already knew
"And you didn't want to hire him" Alison remembered
"Glad I did" he moved to the hallway, unbuttoning his suit, shift was now over and everyone was heading home, and arriving for the next shift.
"I'm glad you did too" Alison muttered before moving out into the hallway also, ready to head home herself
"You know if the powers upstairs, take my word, you could very well be supervisor" Norton told her
"I'm not crossing my fingers just yet" behind Norton in one of the computer labs, Greg waited, making himself known to Alison, who slightly nodded, acknowledging she saw.
"Well I'm going to call it a day" Alison shifted, Norton got the hint
"Good Luck Alison" Norton said before moving off to the entrance, walking out into the never-ending sun and smog.
"Don't go buying the champagne just yet, but I think both of us may be in for a promotion" Alison spoke, the moment he came out of the lab.
"Well I just happen to have champagne at home in the fridge"
"Behind the milk I know" it was her place too after all
"Shall we go, and celebrate?" offering her his arm, she took it and followed the same path Norton had taken only moments before
"We shall"
Las Vegas
Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown looked around before they started talking
"Did you do it?" Nick asked his friend
"Did it myself" Warrick kept an eye out for anyone eavesdropping on their conversation
"Do you think he'll come back?" Nick asked, he himself wasn't sure if his younger friend would come back
"It's hard to say but maybe" Warrick still held on to the little hope that he had left, that the Night crew would go back to the way it was.
"He may not because wasn't it Griss-" Warrick cleared his throat signaling Nick to stop talking
"Hey guys whatcha talking about?" Sara asked, a smile plastered on her face. More than likely she had been hitting the bottle before work again, a rare occasion when she hadn't in the last year.
"The b-ball scores" Nick lied, covering both men's rear –ends, Greg Sanders had become curse words in this lab.
"Making wagers are we?" Sara threw her now longer hair over her shoulder
"You know us" Warrick smiled weakly
"Well we wouldn't want to late for assignments would we?" she turned heel and began walking towards the meeting.
"This really has got to stop" Nick once again looked over his shoulder and continued
"She's digging herself deeper, ever since Grissom dumped her and"
"and Greg leaving before that" Warrick finished for him
"That was at least a few years before Griss ended thing" Nick pondered the thought
"It takes her just a bit more than others to start building that ladder that helps her out"
"It better be soon, cause she's gonna wind up dead or out of a job"
"I just hope Greg didn't end up like she did"
"Greg jumps back quicker, I bet he's married and has a kid by now"
"Or he could be single" Catherine added as she walked up beside them "and be in his own personal hell"
"We wont know until he comes" Nick said
"If he comes" Warrick pointed out
"Hate to break this up ladies but assignments are being handed out" Catherine walked in front of them to the same room Sara had disappeared moments before.
L.A.
Greg kicked off his shoes by the door, dropped his bag, which he would pick up later, and walked into the kitchen.
The starkness of the white envelope against the grain of the dark wood, made the envelope stand out against all the other mail, including the multi-coloured flyers.
It had his name in the middle, neatly printed out, stamped the correct way and post-dated three days ago. The stamp colours made it hard to read, where it had been post marked from.
The return address was what got him.
Las VegasSuddenly he couldn't breath
A/N: I dont mean for Sara to become what she is, but she's just better at it. It would be a little weird if Greg was.