CSI Nightmare
Hey, as maybe some of you know, my name is Leigh. I love reading fan fiction and sometimes I get bitten by little plot bunny and just have to write them down no harm in that right? I love Greg, Danny and Ryan from the 3 CSI's as they are genuinely the best… EVER! Yeah shall we start then?
Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own CSI or any of the recognisable CSI characters. So don't sue…
'What was I thinking?' Greg though aloud. He had just tried to stroll casually through the Las Vegas crime lab after pulling a triple shift. He had thought maybe he could just walk out and still look ready to go, but truth be told he was shattered. Of course at seeing Greg, although Greg thinks he did it for spite, Ecklie had pulled him back and told him help was needed in the DNA lab. Of course with Greg being one of the few able to run the lab and the boss man asking him to do it, he had no way to refuse. Still, he had tried to object, but was shot down as soon as he opened his mouth to retort.
"Greg…not now" Ecklie had said just before walking off. Mumbling to himself, Greg trundled towards the glass walls of the DNA lab when suddenly he remembered.
"Ah shit" he exclaimed. Tonight was a Monday night. And Monday night means Hodges night.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Greg looked over his shoulder and saw a muscular Nick Stokes walking towards him. "Hey, man. What's up?" The Texan drawled out.
Greg pointed towards the DNA lab. "Ecklie has asked me to help out. Just remembered what night it is".
For a second Nick looked confused, and then the confusion turned into a fairly poor attempt at a concealment of a smirk.
"Tough break man. Anyway, would like to stay around but some of us don't want to meet the 'hodgemeister' on a Monday night too often then intended." Nick clapped him on his shoulder and strolled off. Greg gave him evils for a second before turning around and entering through the glass door. As he stepped inside, a rather smug looking Hodges looked in his general direction… Oh no.