Closer Apart
Author: SparkyCola
Disclaimer: not mine yada yada ya
Summary: Greg Angst, Greg goes through an unimaginable trauma, and the CSI's see things in a different light. I know, I know- better summaries welcome.....
Rating: PG 13 to be on the safe side.
Spoilers- I don't...*think* so.
Archiving: ScarletRose, Krazy go ahead, anyone else sure just tell me where it's going before or after.
Warning- erratic chapter lengths. *shrugs*
Inspired by Krazy, the mini-Greg in my mind, the mess I lovingly call my bedroom and Caffeine.
Ps- I'll stop if I think no one's reading it so please please r and r, thanks
Chapter 1
The music thumped in the background; glasses chinked, people talked, laughed, flirted and danced. Colourful lights flashed around as Nick glanced over his shoulder, his friends just waved him on and he continued towards the pretty brunette he'd seen in a far corner.
"Would you care to dance?"
He yelled over the music. A large, heavily built man seemingly appeared out of nowhere and stood beside her, Nick immediately backed off.
"Sorry."
He said, before retreating to the bar and his friends, Jamie and Rob, who patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, laughing. Only just sitting down he heard a familiar voice call his name and turned to see Greg and some other guy standing nearby.
"Hey."
"Hey!"
Nick replied, surprised. Recovering he introduced Rob and Jamie. Greg pointed to the stranger next to him.
"This is Justin, and he..."
Greg gestured to a guy nearby who seemed to be trying to eat the girl he was with, starting with her tongue.
"He is Tom. Guys this is Nick, he's a CSI at the crime lab."
There was a slightly awkward moment before the two groups parted, having said all they needed to. With a 'see you later' Greg and his friends had gone.
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As the day broke, Sara sat up in bed reviewing a case file. She was going to bed early so she wasn't tired for an appearance in court that evening. Her mind did not wander to her friends, and she didn't think about what they were doing. If she had, she might have guessed correctly that one rollercoaster ride was being revisited, and clubs were being invaded elsewhere in Vegas, whilst Catherine made breakfast and waited for Lindsey to wake up to go to school. Warrick ran past her house, unaware it was Catherine's home, on his morning jog. Today he stopped outside to catch his breath before going on. Catherine opened the window to let some air in, oblivious to her colleagues' presence there just a few seconds ago.
*********************************************************************
Laughing, Greg and his two best friends staggered, drunk, out of the back door of the club. The club was about to close- this was the cue to hail a taxi and go home.
A taxi slowed down, looking alarmed. By the time they had found out why it was too late. All three, Greg, Justin and Tom, were knocked out swiftly and efficiently.
The last thing they saw before darkness enveloped them was the slightly wet pavement reflecting Vegas' multicoloured lights.
TBC
Author: SparkyCola
Disclaimer: not mine yada yada ya
Summary: Greg Angst, Greg goes through an unimaginable trauma, and the CSI's see things in a different light. I know, I know- better summaries welcome.....
Rating: PG 13 to be on the safe side.
Spoilers- I don't...*think* so.
Archiving: ScarletRose, Krazy go ahead, anyone else sure just tell me where it's going before or after.
Warning- erratic chapter lengths. *shrugs*
Inspired by Krazy, the mini-Greg in my mind, the mess I lovingly call my bedroom and Caffeine.
Ps- I'll stop if I think no one's reading it so please please r and r, thanks
Chapter 1
The music thumped in the background; glasses chinked, people talked, laughed, flirted and danced. Colourful lights flashed around as Nick glanced over his shoulder, his friends just waved him on and he continued towards the pretty brunette he'd seen in a far corner.
"Would you care to dance?"
He yelled over the music. A large, heavily built man seemingly appeared out of nowhere and stood beside her, Nick immediately backed off.
"Sorry."
He said, before retreating to the bar and his friends, Jamie and Rob, who patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, laughing. Only just sitting down he heard a familiar voice call his name and turned to see Greg and some other guy standing nearby.
"Hey."
"Hey!"
Nick replied, surprised. Recovering he introduced Rob and Jamie. Greg pointed to the stranger next to him.
"This is Justin, and he..."
Greg gestured to a guy nearby who seemed to be trying to eat the girl he was with, starting with her tongue.
"He is Tom. Guys this is Nick, he's a CSI at the crime lab."
There was a slightly awkward moment before the two groups parted, having said all they needed to. With a 'see you later' Greg and his friends had gone.
*********************************************************************
As the day broke, Sara sat up in bed reviewing a case file. She was going to bed early so she wasn't tired for an appearance in court that evening. Her mind did not wander to her friends, and she didn't think about what they were doing. If she had, she might have guessed correctly that one rollercoaster ride was being revisited, and clubs were being invaded elsewhere in Vegas, whilst Catherine made breakfast and waited for Lindsey to wake up to go to school. Warrick ran past her house, unaware it was Catherine's home, on his morning jog. Today he stopped outside to catch his breath before going on. Catherine opened the window to let some air in, oblivious to her colleagues' presence there just a few seconds ago.
*********************************************************************
Laughing, Greg and his two best friends staggered, drunk, out of the back door of the club. The club was about to close- this was the cue to hail a taxi and go home.
A taxi slowed down, looking alarmed. By the time they had found out why it was too late. All three, Greg, Justin and Tom, were knocked out swiftly and efficiently.
The last thing they saw before darkness enveloped them was the slightly wet pavement reflecting Vegas' multicoloured lights.
TBC
