Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or its characters. If I did, Greg would be shirtless, a lot. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Okay, it's me again. This is my second fanfiction story, and I'm pretty sure I suck. Any comments and constructive criticism are not only welcome but greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!
Ronnie Lake was straddling him. Ronnie Lake was straddling him, awkward, rambling, socially inept Greg Sanders. He was enjoying it, too; maybe just a little too much considering they were in the breakroom. How did he get in this situation? He really didn't have a clue.
Of course he liked her, he just never thought she'd return his feelings. He thought he'd done a pretty good job good job of hiding how he felt. Not only was she new at work, she was ten years his junior. He didn't want her to feel pressured. But he couldn't stop himself completely. He just loved being around her. She was so nice and funny; and she was beautiful! Her very presence lit up the whole room!
Greg often found himself staying after shift just to see her for awhile. He was always trying to help her and make her laugh; it broke his heart to see her sad. He even gave his number, "in case she needed anything." Sometimes he felt ridiculous, like a seventh grade boy with his first crush.
Work had been very difficult for Greg that day. The case required lots of tedious work and a double shift. It seemed like he had just fallen asleep when the phone rang. Needless to say he was upset, not only was he exhausted, but it also interrupted a lovely dream about him, Ronnie, and a white-picket fence. Ironically enough, the caller was his dream girl herself.
She seemed embarrassed to have called, but he also picked up an underlying tone of immense frustration. She blurted out about an awful case and an unfair DNA tech before frantically hanging up. This woke him up immediately. No one was mean to his girl. And that thought stopped him dead in his tracks. Technically, she wasn't his girl.
Nevertheless, he decided he was going to rectify the situation. He threw on some clothes and headed to the lab. He made it in good time; it only took about twenty minutes. He walked right in the door and made a beeline for DNA. Saying he gave her a piece of his mind about her incompetence would be an understatement. As his Nana Olaf would have said, "They had a moment of prayer, and not the religious kind." Although, he did think the crying was a bit melodramatic on her part. Anyway, he ran Ronnie's case's DNA and left her to do her usual wonderful work.
However, he couldn't bring himself to leave without saying goodbye. So there he sat on the couch in the breakroom waiting for Ronnie. He was off in his own world when he heard footsteps; when he looked up to see Ronnie, he couldn't help but smile. The next thing he knew, Ronnie was on top of him.
Not only had she just pounced on him- not unlike a puma, she was kissing him! Really kissing him too, with passion and fervor. It was going so well; he couldn't even bring himself to wonder what had brought this on. He thought he'd been content with just being friends with his dream girl, but this was definitely much, much, much better.
