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Summary: Greg's finally allowed out in the field, where he proves to Brass that he's a perfectly capable CSI. Not a long story, but long enough, I think.
A/N: After I watched Viva Las Vegas, I just knew I had to write a story where Greg gets one up on Brass. I just had to do it. Nobody can be that mean to my favourite character, and just get away with it. NOBODY.
INTRODUCTION
So, here we are. My final proficiency test. I pass this one, and I can work solo. Ooh, a nightclub, it looks weird in daytime.
"Hey Gil," said Brass. "You've got something on your shoe. Wait, it's just Sanders"
Funny. You see this face? This is a face that tells you you're real funny, except I didn't find that funny. That hurt. I'm not just some piece of scum stuck to the bottom of Grissom's shoe. I have feelings, y'know. I'm a real person, and one day I'm gonna be a real CSI. Then I'll show you. You should be nice to me. One day you might need me. One day.
SCENE 1- LAS VEGAS CRIME LAB
"Okay," said Grissom. "Catherine, DB in a casino. Warrick, DB in a bar. Sara, Nick, DB in the desert. Greg, DB in a house in Henderson. Let's go"
"I get to work by myself?" checked Greg.
"Yes," nodded Grissom.
WOW! I get to work by myself. Get in! Greg smiled.
"Brass is going to meet you there," said Grissom.
Brass? But Brass hates me, remember? He thinks I know absolutely squat about being out in the field... Maybe this will be my chance to show him that I'm not stupid. Maybe.
SCENE 2- UNKNOWN LOCATION: CRIME SCENE
"Oh, it's you," said Brass as Greg climbed under the yellow crime scene tape.
"Yeah, it is me," said Greg. "Is that going to be a problem"
"Of course not," said Brass. "Are you by yourself"
"Yup," beamed Greg. "I'm allowed now"
"Oh, you mean now you've actually passed your final profiency?" said Brass.
Ooh! Get the handbags out! "Something like that"
"Shall we go inside then?" asked Brass.
"If you wouldn't mind," said Greg, turning Brass' patronising tone back on him.
SCENE 3- UNKNOWN LOCATION: CRIME SCENE
Greg heard a gun shot from another room in the house. He pulled out his own weapon, and went into the kitchen. He found Brass in there, stood with his back to the wall. Stood a few inches in front of him was a man, holding Brass' weapon, pointing it right between Brass' eyes. Greg trained his weapon on this man. "Drop the gun"
"Make me," spat the man.
"I will shoot you," said Greg.
The man quickly span around at Greg, and fired. Greg shot back, and hit the man in the shoulder. He fell to the ground, cursing out loud.
SCENE 4- UNKNOWN LOCATION: CRIME SCENE
Greg watched the ambulance get to the end of the street, and then turned to Brass.
Now, I could take this oppurtunity to say something mean, but I'm not going to. I'm not like you, I have a problem with hurting other people's feelings. Maybe when I'm older like you I'll be more bitter, but I'm still young. I'm not even 30 years old yet. So I'll say nothing mean. "Are you okay"
Brass nodded. "Thank you"
"What for?" asked Greg.
"For saving my life," said Brass. "I guess I owe you one"
"I guess you do." One day, I probably will need his help, and so I don't want to get in his bad books right now. I just want him to like me.
"Shall we head back inside?" asked Brass.
"Yes, let's," said Greg, smiling.
END