Chapter One-Situations
"Hey Greg, do you have my results? I really need them and Grissom's gonna kill me if I don't have 'em soon." Nick said.
Greg started to get angry, but he didn't want to lash out at Nick, so Greg closed his eyes, took a deep, slow breath, slapped a smile on his face, and turned to Nick.
"Hey buddy, and no, I don't have your results yet, they're probably in that pile of files over there on the desk." Nick nodded and walked over to the files. "Wow Greg, last time I came in here, the stack was up to your head, and now, there are only about ten left! How do you do it? Anyway, I gotta go now, work harder, good luck, and see you later." Nick said and left the lab.
Greg sighed deeply and plopped down onto his chair.
"Not even a 'good job, Greg' or a 'keep up the great work, Greg' or at least a 'thanks a lot Greg, couldn't have done it without ya' man, they're all ungrateful." Greg said to himself out loud.
Greg was totally stressed out, angry, frustrated, and man was he exhausted. For the past two weeks, Greg has been working way over time. Mostly eight to nine hours more, and Greg has been working so hard, that he was lucky if he even got three hours or sleep or three full meals. Greg has been sleeping one to two hours every afternoon, since he was doing night shifts. He's been skipping breakfasts and often dinner, the bad thing was that Greg's lunches were usually a few cookies or a bagel, and a few cups of coffee to keep him awake in the lab. Greg looked terrible, like he just got out from a car accident or something. His hair was just messy now, there were dark rings under his eyes, he had lost a ton of weight, his skin was really pale and cold, and he could barely think, rather do his job properly. But Greg manages to stay awake and alert whenever he's with someone, especially Grissom.
"Greg, stop slacking off and get back to work! It's the time of year where the murder rates are the absolute highest!"
Greg heard a voice yell, and he turned around to the source of the voice. Grissom. Greg plastered on a fake and goofy smile, and went to work again, silently muttering curses.
"Hey Greg, do you have my results? I really need them and Grissom's gonna kill me if I don't have 'em soon." Nick said.
Greg started to get angry, but he didn't want to lash out at Nick, so Greg closed his eyes, took a deep, slow breath, slapped a smile on his face, and turned to Nick.
"Hey buddy, and no, I don't have your results yet, they're probably in that pile of files over there on the desk." Nick nodded and walked over to the files. "Wow Greg, last time I came in here, the stack was up to your head, and now, there are only about ten left! How do you do it? Anyway, I gotta go now, work harder, good luck, and see you later." Nick said and left the lab.
Greg sighed deeply and plopped down onto his chair.
"Not even a 'good job, Greg' or a 'keep up the great work, Greg' or at least a 'thanks a lot Greg, couldn't have done it without ya' man, they're all ungrateful." Greg said to himself out loud.
Greg was totally stressed out, angry, frustrated, and man was he exhausted. For the past two weeks, Greg has been working way over time. Mostly eight to nine hours more, and Greg has been working so hard, that he was lucky if he even got three hours or sleep or three full meals. Greg has been sleeping one to two hours every afternoon, since he was doing night shifts. He's been skipping breakfasts and often dinner, the bad thing was that Greg's lunches were usually a few cookies or a bagel, and a few cups of coffee to keep him awake in the lab. Greg looked terrible, like he just got out from a car accident or something. His hair was just messy now, there were dark rings under his eyes, he had lost a ton of weight, his skin was really pale and cold, and he could barely think, rather do his job properly. But Greg manages to stay awake and alert whenever he's with someone, especially Grissom.
"Greg, stop slacking off and get back to work! It's the time of year where the murder rates are the absolute highest!"
Greg heard a voice yell, and he turned around to the source of the voice. Grissom. Greg plastered on a fake and goofy smile, and went to work again, silently muttering curses.