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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except Ava.
No flames please. My first Fic, please be kind. Nice Reviews always welcome.
Not too sure where Greg studied, so I sort of improvised the school he studied in. Also, I'm not an expert on England or Las Vegas, so if I've made mistakes please forgive. Love.
CHAPTER 1:THE STORY BEGINS…They weren't very alike, you know. She grew up in England and he was raised in America. He liked the noises of Marilyn Manson and Radiohead.
She preferred the melancholic sounds of Coldplay and The Cure. He went to Harvard while she studied in Cambridge. Their only similarity, it seemed was that they studied the same things and eventually worked at the same sort of place. Her name was Ava and his name was Greg. Their Backgrounds were entirely different and yet, they were made for each other. The only Problem: They kept on missing each other. Missing as in to fail to hit, reach, catch, meet, or otherwise make contact with. But then, fate decided to be kind to the both of the searching souls. Put an end to their futile searching. She received a job offer at the Las Vegas Crime Lab as a CSI. She had heard a lot about the LV Crime Lab, No. 2 Crime Lab in the country. The name Gil Grisson had also been mentioned many times in the Forensic Magazines she like to read. Of course she was elated when the invitation landed in her hands. But then, she wasn't very sure that she wanted to trade her English Scones and dreary London weather for the sweltering Las Vegas climate, and those hamburgers and hotdogs that the Americans preferred to eat. But after talking it over with her Boss, she decided to take the position.
Her Boss, Bobby had told her that she needed the "Experience and Exposure". And so, Ava Lee managed to, in a mere four months,(with a lot of help from her Boss and future Boss) to obtain a green card, pack up the things, sell her one room apartment, sell her car, say goodbye to all her family and friends, and get on a plane headed for America, for Las Vegas, and a future that she wasn't very sure of.
The plane landed on the runway with an uncomfortable bump. Ava checked her watch and fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. She felt so very alone in this vast country, with no one around to look for help. A shadow of doubt began to crawl into her mind. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come after all. She was starting to miss her friends and family, especially her dog, Bong. An announcement cut rudely into her thoughts.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Welcome to Las Vegas. It's pretty hot out there, folks, remember to pile on the sun block. A sweltering 37 degrees Celsius or 98.7 degrees Fahrenheit, people and the time is 4:16 in the afternoon. Please remember to take all your personal belongings off the plane and exit the plane in an orderly manner. We hope you have enjoyed flying with us and we hope to see you again. Thank You."
Ava got out of her seat and grabbed her haversack from the overhead compartment. She headed for one of the exits and she climbed down the stairs, out of the plane into the sultry, intoxicating desert air. She got through immigration, collected her very heavy luggage and hailed a taxi. Grissom hadn't said anything about coming to help her, just that she had one week to settle herself down and to report for work on Monday, which was about a eight days from then. Ava sighed. It was going to be one really hectic week.