Geek to Chic

Rating: It's safe.

Disclaimer: I don't own Greg or Sara or Catherine or Gil... need me to keep going?

Summary: Greg Sanders, geeks of all geeks, desperately needs help getting someone's attention at the lab.

A/N: This right here is for my little buddy, remoob1513. I hope I made you proud. LOL. Um... and I guess it's kinda set on the first season or a little before that. I don't know.

Greg Sanders.

When most girls heard that name, it meant to run away. Greg was tall, unlike most of the boys in his graduating class. He had glasses. Not the sexy kind of glasses, you would think. The nerdy ones. Yes, I said nerdy. Get over it. He was smart. Very intelligent for his age, but no matter how high of a score he got on a test... he couldn't get the girls to even throw a glance at him.

Without his glasses, maybe... and some up to date clothes, he'd be presentable. Wrong. Greg needed a whole new style. He needed help from two guys that really knew what they were doing. Two guys that could get any woman on the street to turn their heads. Greg Sanders need the help of Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes.

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"Mr. Sanders, you're resume' is astounding."

"Thank you, sir." He re-adjusted his glasses and shifted in his seat. A job at the Las Vegas Crime Lab was just what he needed. Working as a DNA technician wasn't something he saw himself doing when he was younger, but it interested him enough. And hey... if you gotta get a job, get one you like. Right? The door to the office opened.

"Gil, honey. What do you want for dinner toni-" Greg looked back and Gil looked up. Catherine stood in the doorway and sweetly smiled at the two. "Sorry. Am I interrupting anything?"

"Um... no. Catherine, this is Greg Sanders. Greg, this is CSI Catherine Willows and my fiancé'." Greg held out his hand and smiled up at her.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Willo-Erm... Mrs. Grissom?" She let out a giggle and nodded her head.

"I like the sound of that. Mrs. Grissom."

"We were just going over Greg's resume', here."

"Wow. Really?" She took her spot behind Gil's chair and leaned over his shoulder to take a look at it. She smiled. "Very impressive, Mr. Sanders."

"Thank you. I'm just hoping with experience like that, I can get a job easily."

"Well you no longer need to look. Welcome to the Las Vegas Crime Lab, Greg." Gil handed back the folder to him and smirked. "You start tomorrow night at seven."

"Thank you, Mr. Grissom! Mrs. Grissom. Thank you, so much!" They watched as he got up from the office chair and practically ran out into the hallway.

He looked around and smiled. The people here seemed nice. The technology was unbelievable. He was amazed that he was able to snag a job at a crime lab. The Las Vas Crime Lab, at that. He became so interested by all the machines and techniques, he took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in front of the break room instead of at his car in the parking lot. He looked around and sighed. No exit signs, no map of the lab, nothing. He slowly walked into the break room and softly knocked on the doorframe.

Three people turned around.

Warrick Brown.

Nick Stokes.

Sara Sidle.

"Um... I'm sorry, but I think I accidentally took a- a wrong turn some where's and now I'm a little lost." As hard as he tried to keep his attention on Nick and Warrick, it kept floating back to Sara. She didn't turn away and laugh in disgust like the other girls. She stood there and stared at him like he was a normal human. Something most women wouldn't even considering doing.

"Ah. You must be the new DNA dude. I'm Nick Stokes." He walked up to Greg and stuck out his hand. They shook hands and Nick turned around. He pointed to Warrick. "That's Warrick Brown, over there. Don't let him fool you when he says his cases are top priority." They laughed and stopped when Nick pointed to Sara. "That's Sara Sidle. She's probably who you'll be partnered with for most of your cases. She's a new CSI here, too..."

"Warrick. S-Sara." He both gave them a polite smile and got back to Nick. "Um... yeah. So ho-how do I get back to the parking lot?" Sara walked up to them and took Greg by the arm.

"I'll show him. You guys have to get back to Grissom and Catherine in a few minutes, anyways."

"Thanks. We'll catch ya later." They took off down the hall and headed for the parking lot.

"So... where are you from?"

"Oh. I'm from Las Vegas. I just got out of college. Kinda needed a job."

"Hmm. I'm from San Francisco. I was called in for a replacement a few months ago after one of the CSIs here died."

"Wow. I'm... I'm sorry." They stopped walking. She pointed to the parking lot and smiled. "Well I guess I'll see you around tomorrow night, huh?"

"Ugh... yeah. Yeah, definitely." They waved to each other and went their separate ways. She passed in front of Gil's office when she recognized the voice of her co-workers.

A/N: Ha. Ha. HA! So... er... how did I do so far? Cute? XD and my spelling checker thingy is being a little weird, so...excuse me if any grammar mistakes are found. :D