Author's Notes: Thanks, for the great title of the story! Lol. I guess you're right.
ALSO: READ 'STEALTH'! REVIEW ON IT! IT'LL GET REALLY GOOD!
Also, this is going to have A LOT to do with just Greg. As you can probably already tell, I have some odd obsession to hurt and torture my favorite characters… Just read my Inuyasha story "TORTURE', and you'll get the picture. Lmao.
Sorry for the wait, everyone!
Standard disclaimers apply… (:muttering: those f../ckers…)
WARNING: I have absolutely NO CLUE about CSI protocol, so please bear with me if these chapters suck. They will get a lot better when I get to hurt everyone. Yay! It's a little slow going, but please stick with me and review. (No need to point out my random run-ons though. I know…)
P.S. Doesn't 'geeky' seem like a gross word? Ewwies… Another one is the word 'cluster'. :shudders: Ew.
!YAY! Excuse us, but Jillian is very hyper at the moment because it is 1:30 in the morning and she is very, very tired! Also, her A.D.H.D. isn't making it easy to do all this typing, so please bear with her!
Nigel (One of her other personalities) YAY!
(I hope this stays really big when I post it! It's 72!) R&R!
As Greg closed the freezer, he looked at his work schedule. Today was Thursday, right? Okay, so he had to go in tomorrow at five.
"Night shift…" he muttered, tossing a TV dinner into the microwave. "Ugh… I hate these things…"
He chuckled to himself as he hit a few buttons to start the machine. Why was Greg having some crummy frozen meal when he was supposed to be a 'fantabulous' chef? Easy. A, it was too much hassle. B, he was dead on his feet.
Greg laughed again at the thought as he went into the living room. He sat down on the couch and flipped on FUSE. (Fuse rocks!) And fell asleep after the first music video.
The next morning, Greg work up to the smell of stale chicken and a growling stomach.
Looking at his watch (3:37 pm) he got up and went through his morning routine. The routine generally consisted of a shower, a meal (normally breakfast or lunch) and he ran out the door with fifteen minutes to spare.
Today was no exception.
Greg grabbed his keys and jacket, left his apartment and went down to the parking lot, where he started his car and waited for it to warm up. (Yay for run-on sentences!)
At the lab, Grissom was handing out new cases. Today, Greg would be getting a case all his own.
"Nick," the older man handed the Texan a file folder, "Your guy was found washed up in the Snake River ((A/N: That's a real river in Vegas. My daddy told me so!)), stab wound to the stomach, multiple contusions and lacerations. Two shots to the back of the head. The body's in the autopsy room."
The door creaked open, catching Nick, Sara (hate her now), Catherine (don't like her either), Warrick and Grissom's Attention. Greg walked in with a sheepish look on his face.
"That's three times this month you've been late," said Grissom.
Greg's face flushed very slightly and his eyes lowered.
"Caught by a train," he muttered, sitting down, "Sorry. I'll try to leave earlier tomorrow."
Everyone hid a smile while Grissom nodded.
"Make sure of that," he said, handing a case file to the newbie (1). "Your victim was found a few hours ago in an ally."
"Original," Greg muttered as he read.
The older man halted in his speech for a moment.
"Sorry, go on," said the former lab tech, grinning.
"Anyway, he was found in an ally, lacerations to the face and chest. Defensive wounds on hands and arms. Stab wound to the back and blunt force trauma to the head."
"Was that the cause?
"The body hasn't been identified yet, but it's in the autopsy room. Doctor Robbins is waiting for you."
"Cool."
Greg finished reading his file while his boss handed out the rest of the cases and summarized them.
They were dismissed. On his way out, Grissom called him back.
"Greg?"
Fearing some sort of discipline for being late again, he turned around to face his boss.
"Yeah?"
"Good luck on your first case."
(1) I hate that word. Its even stupider when some one says "Heh, noob!" It just makes you sound like a moron. I think, "Hey, you were new once too, dumbass, so knock it off! By the Gods, stupid people who say "noob" instead of "newbie" make me want to hurt them… Not just fictionally either. I mean in real life. My friend says "noob" and I want to smack him…
Author's Note: Okay, it was short, but I was tired. And it seems like I spend more time on the notes than anything else. Wow, I's very tired…
:passes out on the keyboard and gets up a few minutes later, speaking with a British accent:
Hello again. This is Nigel. I hope you fine people weren't too bored. Don't get me wrong, Jillian is a good writer, but she sometimes gets carried away. She's lucky to have me around when she passes out like this. Ah well. As I said, it's very late right now, so I'm going to end this quickly. Please review! (And leave out all those bloody flames, or I'll be forced to do something very drastic!)
Until next time!
Nigel (And Jillian)