I wanted to do a Greg/Sophia fic, because stupid Grissom is ruining my Sandle dreams… And to think… I used to think Grissom was cool.
Plus, what is completely not fair is that Greg's having a rough time this season and he still isn't having much luck with the ladies… all these years on!
Finished my gripe.
If I can be bothered I'll write more. :D
(Don't own CSI)
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"Admit one to the Sanders pity party."
I heard a voice above me and cracked a weak smile when I looked up.
"I didn't know I was selling tickets." I answered as Sophia sat down beside me.
"Well next time you might want to move it from the locker room."
She looked sympathetic, but I how I felt was minus the sympa… basically pathetic.
I had been a CSI officially now for three years, I should be over this. Everything was getting me down. The civil suit against me, my mother's disappointment… not really with me, but she did wish I had a safer job… and now Grissom and Sara.
For some reason that's beyond me, I always seem to be the last person to find out anything. Even Hodges knew before me! Hodges! Now I'll never hear the end of it.
Not that I've tried to ask her out again for four or five years, but I was thinking about it… plus, I don't even think she remembers that she blew me off last time.
"Bad case?"
"Bad work environment?" I answered with a question but one I wasn't willing to answer myself.
"Ah huh" she said, sizing up the situation in her mind pretty fast, "sounds like something that needs to be said away from here. Had breakfast?"
"Not yet."
"There's a place I know close to here, where the other cops don't really hang out, you coming?"
I nodded and got up, grabbing my jacket as she rearranged hers.
"Lead the way."
