Come What May – A Sandle Fanfiction
A/N Okay, so I haven't wrote anything in a very long time and since I have begun watching Season 1 re-runs of CSI, I realised how much I missed Greg and Sara and their relationship. Now that GSR is out of the way, I would love to see at least a bit more friendship between the two and less between Greg and Morgan. Anyway, this is an AU story loosely based on the song Come What May from Moulin Rouge. A huge shout out to starkidninja!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything… unfortunately :(
Greg Sanders made his way through the Las Vegas Crime Lab for the very first time in his new job. He had successfully managed to become a DNA Technician with the thanks to his Chemistry degree. The pay wasn't exactly fantastic but it was a start as it paid the bills back at his apartment.
Awkwardly, he walked towards the reception carrying a medium sized black briefcase which contained: a spare change of clothes, various CD's to get the job done, his headphones and his secret pile of rather dirty magazines. The woman sat behind the white station looked at his multi-coloured Hawaiian shirt with raised eyebrows before speaking.
"Excuse me, sir? Can I help you?"
"Uh, yes please. I have been told to see a…," he took a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and read the scrawled writing, "Gilbert Grissom?"
"Ah, you must be the new guy in DNA. Just sign in on this piece of paper and go right, down the hallway and then to the right, again, is his office." The receptionist pointed at the sign in sheet before motioning where he would have to walk in order to start walking.
The blare of the phone rang out from the desk. She answered it whilst Greg stepped towards the desk, signed his name and unsurely strolled where the receptionist had directed him. At the level of his waist was a black name plaque with 'Night Shift Supervisor – Gil Grissom' scratched in white. Greg was sure that he should be in there and he timidly knocked twice.
"Come in!" Called Grissom, sat behind his desk.
Greg opened the door and bit by bit walked in. His eyes shot open with the sight that his new boss had a tarantula that was crawling up his arm. He wasn't scared but was definitely in shock. He looked around the dark office to see all sorts of bugs, insects, animals and substances he would rather not know about. 'Is this really my new boss?' Greg thought to himself, not really sure what to say.
"Greg Sanders?" Greg nodded his reply. "Hello, I am Gil Grissom and I am your supervisor for the night shift. Please do not be alarmed; it's harmless. Take a seat."
Greg edged forwards, not expecting to see anything like this from a boss, pulling out the chair opposite Grissom. Gingerly, he sat on it, his eyes remained fixed on the tarantula which was now perched on Grissom's shoulder.
"I just need to take a blood sampling from you." Grissom stood up from his desk, moved around to a small cabinet which is over Greg's shoulder. He opens it up, pulls out a needle with a syringe, which is inside a small box, and a little bit of cotton wool.
"Why?" Greg frowned, almost trying to hide both of his arms by folding them up.
Grissom shrugged, walking towards Greg. "Just for safe keeping… Now left arm," Greg shot a look at Grissom. "Please?" Greg sighed, putting his left arm out onto the arm of the chair. Grissom puts some bacterial sanitizer onto his hands before taking out the needle. Looking down into his glasses, he takes his thumb and attempts to find the vein in Greg's arm, parallel to the elbow. Once he is satisfied with the vein, he gently inserts the needle and syringes out blood. The blood is sucked into the syringe and reaches up to the maximum line. Grissom retracts the needle and quickly applies the cotton wool to the wound. "Hold that on for a few minutes." Stepping away from Greg, he gets a sterile and empty transparent tube. He reaches for a nearby pen and writes Greg's name onto a label that was already found on the tube. Then, he uses the syringe to squirt the blood into the tube. The force of the syringe creates little bubbles on the top of the dark red blood. For a moment, Grissom marvels at the blood, thinking at how complex the structure is. A liquid plasma that can carry oxygen and carbon dioxide in and out of cells in the body, white blood cells which help combat diseases by producing anti-toxins, antibodies and go through a process called phagocytosis. This is where the cells effectively eat up the pathogen that has entered the human body. Platelets; these create scabs on the skin at the point of a wound. The blood also carries amino acids which link up to form proteins which create the double helix of DNA that can control all the cells and what their purpose is. Also, many different metals and compounds that have been digested in through food or tablets are contained inside the blood. Grissom takes the blood and wanders out of his office.
Greg looks over his shoulder wondering whether he should follow or remain seated. He backs into the chair and waits for his arrival.
Grissom walks into the break room where the rest of the CSI's are waiting to be briefed about their cases for the upcoming shift.
"Speak of the devil…" Catherine turns around from the table where she and Sara are having a conversation. "We were thinking you weren't going to show up at all!"
"Well, I'm sorry. I am just seeing the new DNA Tech," Grissom walked up to the fridge where Nick was standing, trying to find some decent food. "Excuse me," Nick moved away and Grissom inserted the tube into a test rack at the back of the fridge. In this test rack were all the blood samples from the night shift employees.
"I'm guessing you just got him to make a deposit of blood," Sara sipped the remains of her coffee, grimacing at the vending machine like quality.
"Poor kid! Where is he now?" Nick headed back to the small sofa where Warrick was sitting.
"In my office…" Grissom closed the fridge and started making his way back to his office.
"So…. Can we meet him? After all, the moment we get onto a new case, we will have to send this guy DNA from the victim and any unknowns," Warrick called out to the boss who was becoming further away.
"Fine!" On that one word, the four CSI's placed their coffees on the table and marched down to Grissom's office which almost looked like some sort of angry mob chasing after a man who happened to be caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. This was something that these people faced on a regular basis.
"Greg, here are some people who wanted to meet you." Greg turned his head around to see a group of people stands in the doorway. He stumbled up to his feet and faced them all. "Greg, this is: Warrick, Nick, Catherine and Sara." To each person, Greg nodded and gave them a small smile to acknowledge his respect but on his final nod he looked into the eyes of that person and was unable to let go. Greg felt his pulse begin to race as her looked upon the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had medium length dark brown hair, amazing brown eyes, small freckles that had landed onto her face as a child and she stood with authority and importance. He always had admired that in a woman although being a scientist had its downfalls. But to him, she was perfect. Never in his life had he felt so much desire to someone he had only just met and he wanted to act on it right away. He couldn't. Realising that he was staring, he broke the eye contact and gazed towards the floor. A hint of rose flushed onto his cheeks and although he broke the gaze, he quickly kept glancing at her.
Everyone noticed this as they were intrigued to know their new little helper who had obviously began to crush on Sara. Catherine gave Nick a little 'this looks interesting' look and raised her eyebrows at him before quickly nudging Grissom's shoulder.
"Grissom, as much as I would love to stand around here there are murder investigations to be solved. Now give us our assignment slips." Catherine put her hand out to receive the small piece of paper so she could get on with her shift. Grissom took the slips from his desk and gave them out individually.
"Catherine, Nick, 419 in Henderson. Brass is already there and has cleared the scene. Only one dead body is there." He gave Catherine the slip. "Warrick and Sara? You are with me. A skeleton found in the desert by a hitchhiker. I'll meet you in the parking lot in ten minutes."
The four CSI's backed out of the door frame and went their separate ways to collect their equipment cases, re-stock swabs plus several other materials and put on their bullet proof jackets. They headed to the car park where Sara quickly called shot gun and jumped into the driver's seat of the jet black SUV.
"Why do you get to drive?" Warrick sighed before getting into the passenger seat and closing the door with a slight slam. To his response, Sara shrugged with a small smug smile on her face. She buckled up her seat belt and placed her black, circular sunglasses over her eyes: the ones she usually wore on a hot summer day in Vegas.
Next to the SUV, Catherine got into the driver's seat of another SUV with no arguments from Nick. They drove off in the direction of Henderson to attend their scene.
Meanwhile, back in Grissom's office, Greg was still standing where he had met Sara. His heart was still pulsing and his gaze remained fixed where she once stood under a minute ago.
"Greg?" Grissom got no response so he called a little louder. "Greg!" Greg jumped out of his skin and turned slightly to look at Grissom. "Let me show you to your lab." Greg nodded and followed Grissom out of the door. It only took five seconds, if that, to arrive at the lab he was now occupying. The lab was jam packed full of large machines, a fridge, many different counters and trolleys and a printer. "So this is it. Feel free to take a look around and get to know how the equipment works and where everything is. I have to go to solve crime now… I'll page you soon." Grissom threw Greg a small pager that he could attach to the rim of his jeans and excited towards the car park.
The first thing Greg did when his new boss left is sink into the office chair. Sensing he didn't feel too comfortable, he reached for the lever underneath his seat and made it to his standards. Here he was starting his new job with so much high tech equipment and a crime lab which had a great reputation for solving crimes but all he could think about was her. It was like someone had just blown a huge bubble around him and he wanted her inside of this bubble as well. He worked the kinks in his neck by rocking his head side to side whilst interlinking his fingers and cracking them. He shook his body to get out of his dream state before starting to get to know his new work place.
It's time to put that infamous, adorable charm of yours on Greg. As they say, as a door closes, another one opens and I believe many doors have opened. A beautiful scientist has entered my life and I won't let her go.
A/N So, what do you think? Would you like me to continue? Please review and let me know! x
