So sorry I haven't updated in so long but ive been so busy. Im hoping to get another one up soon but that depends on how busy I get.
Sammie 1/?
Rating: possible R
Disclaimer: I own the mystery in this fic
Summary: After a mistake, Greg is left with the consequences. (Grissom is slightly AU)
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"I can't thank you enough for this Gil." Sara gushed, following her new boss into her new lab. "Don't get me wrong I loved working with the SFPD but I needed a change."
"That's okay, its good to have you here." Grissom smirked, walking her to the first lab. "And now for the grand tour. This first is our AV lab… and the man behind it all is our one and only Archie Johnson."
"Oh boss, you spoil me." The Asian swooned, turning to the pair.
"Archie…" Straight forward Grissom started, ignoring his employees playfulness. "…this is our new CSI Sara Sidle."
Putting his hand out, the tech smiled. "Its nice to meet you and I'm sorry to cut this short but I have to get back to work…priority." He sighed, showing them the pile of tapes at his side.
"Ah…alright lets move on." Guiding her out of the room, they moved further down the hall. "And our next room is the print lab. Our tech Jacqui Franco is one of the best in the country."
Nodding at the woman, a smile curved at her lips as she followed him further down the hall. "And this is our break room…and that right there is our head tech and DNA extraordinaire…"
"Oh boss, you flatter me." The younger man cooed, in a fake Texan accent before turning around to meet the newcomer.
Sara's eyes grew wide as the man turned around and Grissom finished his sentence. "…Greg Sanders."
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, as he turned around, Greg stuttered. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"She's our new CSI." Grissom raised a brow, watching the interaction between the two. "Sara Sidle."
"Oh…" The young man's voice turned hard, his eyes piercing the woman. "…umm I should be getting back to work. Later." Stepping from the room, he stopped, hearing his supervisors voice
"Greg, wait!"
Turning around, Greg bit his lip, his indifference to the brunette shown in his obvious stature. "Yeah?"
"How's Sammie?"
Letting a small smile slip, he relinquished, a soft chuckle at his lips. "She's doing great. Cant wait for pre-k so she can learn what her daddy does every night."
"That girl will be smarter than you one of these days." She nervously chuckled, her eyes looking everywhere but him.
"Yeah." He laughed hollowly, before sobering up once more. "I should get back to work."
"Wait Greg." Sara started but stopped seeing the anger in his eyes.
"Not now." Greg growled roughly before quickly moving back to his lab.
Grissom, who had been watching the scene with interest, turned to the young woman. "Is there something I should know?"
"Umm…" She cleared her throat, her eyes dropping downward. "…Greg and I know each other from college."
Narrowing his investigative eye, he nodded. "Okay but don't let your pasts interfere with our work."
"I wont… I mean we wont."
"Good…keep it that way." He said shortly before walking from the room, prompting her to follow him.
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Later that shift Sara found herself standing at the door of the DNA lab, her fingers picking nervously at themselves as she watched as Greg moved expertly around the room. Her tour with Grissom ended a short while ago with her supervisor informing her to come back the following day to really start work. Which left her to where she was now, staring into the one room, with the one man that had already changed her life.
Clearing her throat, she looked down, waiting for him to turn.
"If you have something for me just…" he stopped, seeing her in the doorway, his face turning stoic. "What are you doing here?" Turning his back on his work, Greg crossed his arms.
"I came to talk to you." She stuttered nervously, her eyes moving up and down his face.
"There's nothing to talk about.''
The finality in his voice, scared her to no end. "But Greg…"
"What?" He growled roughly, his eyes raising in question.
Seeing the fire deep in his eyes, sent a cold chill down her spine. "I…umm…I wanted to see if…if it were possible for me to see Sammie?"
"Are you kidding me?" His voice was so loud that people in nearby labs started to look.
Seeing this, Sara stepped forward, her voice dropping slightly. "Greg, please."
"No…you come here after two years asking about YOUR DAUGHTER…" Each word he said slowly grew in decibel, causing a grimace to come to her lips. "…AFTER BASICALLY LEAVING HER ON MY DOORSTEP AND NOW YOU WANT CONTACT?... NO."
"But Greg…" She cried, her heart hurting from his words. "…please?"
"NO… you made it clear along time ago that you don't want me or her." He panted, his head shaking in disgust seeing the tears pouring from her eyes. "Now if you don't mind I have to get home to MY daughter ." Pushing past her, he made a bee line for the locker room, wanting now more than ever to be with the little girl that changed his life.
Standing there , watching as he hastily made his way down the hall, Sara couldn't help but let her tears fall harder. "Damn it." Hearing someone clear their throat she looked up, her eyes widening seeing Grissom standing before her.
"Sara, can I see you in my office please."