It's been a while since I"ve started writing on here again. My last story lost my interset but hopefully, I'll totally continue this one. I'm looking for some excellent reviews, can't wait.
Chapter 1: Want Some Coffee?
"I see you every day and night. Watching you as you eat, sleep, talk on the phone. You are my friend, no one else's, you just don't understand me. I can't let him get in the way of us. With him gone, we'll always be friends. Why don't you want to be my friend? It is his fault. He is trying to take my place. He must be out of the picture!"
Nick Stokes walks down the hall to the lab, thinking of nothing but hoping the lab tech finished his DNA test. As he neared the room, he could hear the rock music blaring through the glass doors. Bracing himself, he opened the door, as the loud music consumed his hearing. Greg Sanders was bobbing his head and pretending that a broom was a guitar. His eyes were closed so he didn't notice Nick coming in.
"Greg!" Nick yelled over and over but to no avail. Finally with a sigh, Nick walked over to the stereo and turned it off. Greg froze in place and slowly turned around. His face quickly went to a shade of pink as he sheepishly smiled.
"Can I help you?" He asked, sitting the broom up against the wall.
"Yeah, you can tell me if you got the DNA results." Nick answered.
Greg nodded his head and walked over to a baggy with a pencil inside. "The fingerprints match the husband's as well as the DNA on your D.B.. So I'm pretty sure that you got your man."
"Finally! I knew I was right, Greg, you are the fastest lab tech I've ever met. " Nick patted Greg on the back.
"No problem, of course best friends' work always come first." Greg retorted.
"Yes and thanks." Nick said, he was going to leave but then had another thought, "When again is your next lunch break?" He asked.
Greg thought a minute but then replied with, "6:30."
"Want to go and get some coffee down the street then?" Nick asked, standing in the doorway.
"Sounds like a plan." Greg answered.
"Alright." Nick said, he started out the door once again but then one more though dawned on him, "You know man, you're going to go deaf with this music being so loud." Nick announced.
"I know, but if I was a rock star, then I'd have to put up with this volume of music all the time." Nick smiled and left down the hall. Moment's later Greg's music was heard again. Nick just sighed and laughed.
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"Well it is nice getting out of the lab even on break sometimes." Greg said, stretching in his chair.
"Yeah." Nick agreed.
"Well you get to get out more, like when you go to a crime scene. I wish I was able to go out into the field with you guys. I love my job, but it gets a little boring sometimes." Greg sighed, looking down at his coffee.
"I know how you feel. I was like that too when I was at your level. But it all pays off eventually." Nick added. Greg was looking over Nick's shoulder. Being curious, he turned around. A pretty girl was looking at Greg. Greg looked a little scared. "What's wrong?" Nick asked concerned.
"That girl is obsessed with me. She follows me everywhere and always takes pictures of me, I swear it's like she's my stalker." As soon as Greg said that last word, he wished he hadn't. "Dude, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it. " Greg apologized.
"No it's alright, I can't pretend it never happened. I try to but it always creeps back up on me. I am always checking behind my back and my attic. Call me paranoid, but I can't help it, at least not right now."" Nick finished, kind of looking out into space.
"How long has it been again?" Greg asked, looking concerned for his friend.
"About three months. Just watch your back more. If this girl is following you, and taking your pictures, make sure you get her to stop, or else you could be thrown out a 2-story window and then held at gun point by a crazy lunatic in your house." Nick warned, jokingly a little bit. They both laughed a little bit and then got silent for a few moments.
"I don't know how you could have taken that kind of pressure." Greg said, breaking the silence.
"What do you mean?" Nick asked, curious.
"Well I mean, the whole gun thing. I would not have been able to keep my cool." Greg answered.
"I don't know how I did either. After Brass and the officers came in, I broke down. When Crane had the gun right at my head I kept thinking, you're going to die, you're going to die, but then he almost shot himself, so I stopped him and then they came. That was the scariest thing that's ever happened to me." Nick finished, taking a drink of his coffee, a long drink that is.
"Wow." Greg said.
"Well it's over now and I don't have to worry anymore." Nick smiled, rising up.
"Yeah, well we better get back or I'll have everyone all over me yelling that I wasn't there to get them their results." Greg laughed, they left a tip on the table and left.
After they left, a person in a black trench coat walked up to their table and sat down.
"Oh no Nicky, it's not over, it's just beginning. Now for your friend, Sanders, it's a whole new journey. But soon it will end." He said that and then left the place as well.
Greg's 'stalker' had heard the little conversation the mysterious man just had with himself and looked frightened.
"I have to tell Greg." With that she too left.
