Newish story about Greg from CSI. I own nothing. So ya, have fun reading.
Random people ground together, groping at everything. This was my favorite place to come after work. That was until the rest of my coworkers decided to follow me one day.
I didn't even know that they had followed me, but after I got a drink I saw them looking lost amongst the sea of bodies. Confusion swept over me at first, but when Nick started to speak I could hear them perfectly.
"So this is where our little lab rat goes after work," he said looking around, "No wonder he's always covered in bruises."
Everyone had been so concerned about me since I came to work one day with a bruise on my wrist from dancing. It wasn't that hard to explain that I was dancing with people that liked push and pull you when you don't expect it.
Grinning I tried to act surprised when a body hit me and my drink fell on Warrick. He turned ready to yell, but when he saw me he smiled instead. I could only guess that they were looking for me.
"Hey Greg," he yelled smiling widely.
"Hey yourself," I said smirking, "What's with the following me?"
"How do you know we're following you?" Nick said joining the conversation.
"I heard you," I said cockily, "Now, what's with the following me?"
"We wanted to know why you're always covered in bruises," Grissom said calmly.
"You could have asked me," I said running a hand over my chest, "Are you staying here?"
"Nick, Sara, and I are," Warrick said pointing to them.
"Okay," I said before going back to the bar.
I turned around to see them staying in the same spot, only Grissom and Catherine were gone. Laughing I walked back and grabbed Nicks hand to pull him out of his trance. Poking Warrick and Sara they all looked at me.
"I'm going to the bar then I'm going to dance," I said smiling, "Am I going to have to baby-sit you?"
"No, we just don't know this bar," Sara said quickly.
"Just don't go in the back room and watch for guys with chains," I explained casually.
"Why watch for them?" Nick asked shooting me a confused look.
"Let's just say bruises are the least of your worries with them around," I explained smirking.
"But you're wearing chains," Warrick said pointing to the chains around my wrists, neck, and waist.
"I know," I said smirking evilly.
"Greg, come here," someone yelled over the music.
"Well, that's me," I said pulling on my chains, "I'll be back to check on you later."