AN: so how's this for a quick update. I love this chapter and couldn't wait to put it up, but enjoy it; I don't know how long it will be until the next one.
Warnings: Minor mentions of slash. And I probably rearranged the lab from how it's seen.
Disclaimer: Please don't make me say it…I don't own it.
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I know I mentioned before that certain people can sense a ghost's presence. Well little did I know that one of the people I'd been eyeing had been mentioning a 'presence' while I was not around.
I learned this as I followed the Man and woman into the lab across the hall.
"Greg's been really weird today, I mean weirder then usual." He rushed out when the woman shot him a look. "I ran into him in the break room earlier and he was whispering about a ghost in DNA. When I asked if he was okay he jumped, I guess he didn't notice me walk in."
The woman looked unfazed. "He's just being himself; you're not used to lab Greg, with his crazy shirts and music. You're used to CSI Sanders, the one who wears solid colors and worries more about the facts then having fun."
This got my attention. To leave a lab and go into the field isn't just a pay cut. Its added danger and stress in ones life. I found myself wishing I could find out why he switched. Obviously the male hadn't been in the lab very long for he too questioned the switch, only he could be heard.
The woman flopped into a chair and began typing away at a computer as she answered him.
"He said his world felt small in DNA, said he wanted more excitement. I think those are lies. He didn't want to tell anyone why he really left."
The man rolled a chair toward the woman. "Well it's a slow day in ballistics, I've got time. What's your opinion?"
She stayed quiet a few moments, typing in codes to the computer; soon fingerprints were flying across the screen at a rapid pace. She spun her chair to face him, crossing her legs beneath her.
"My theory consists of one word. Nick."
The man leaned forward, elbows on his knees, arms crossing over each other.
"Would you care to elaborate on your theory?"
She sighed probably thinking something along the lines of 'guys are so dense'. Even I was catching on and I didn't know much more then what a ghost can hear in a day, (I guess that means I knew quite a bit.)
"What I mean is, he transferred into the field to be closer to Nick. He always seemed worried when an unexpected call came in from one of Nicks scenes. Nick's results were always first and he always took the longest time going over things in the lab."
She had a satisfied smile on her face as she watched the expressions pass over her coworkers face. 5 minutes passed of him staring off into space before the beeping of found results startled him.
"He's in love with Nick!" He hollered jumping up. A hand on his shoulder shushed him and lowered him back to his chair. What happened after that I couldn't tell you for I was off to continue research on my theory.
As a ghost I am not solid. However, I had some of the abilities of living humans. One thing I could still do was write. I moved into the DNA lab and grabbed a pen and post-it. I wasn't going to give up my identity just yet, but it was time to let Greg know, I knew.
There is a presence among you. I am searching for answers. I'm not here to haunt, just listen. Do you love him?
I realized the ending was blunt but I had seen Greg tense on his entrance to the lab. He could sense me, and I didn't want him taking off before I got answers. He moved toward me and for a moment I wondered just how in tune with his abilities he was. Then I realized I was still holding the pen, so it was seemingly floating in midair. I dropped it on the post it and took 2 steps back.
"I'm not crazy." I heard him whisper faintly as he skimmed the note. He fell back into his chair and checked the printer (probably on instinct.) He leaned back and placed his palms on his eyes.
"I'm not crazy." He whispered again. "Are you still here?" He questioned impossibly quiet.
He could not see me nod, nor hear me speak so I once again picked up the pen and walked it over to him. He took a long breath before a small smile appeared on his face.
"I'm not crazy." He said once again, and then spoke as he began to work.
"So there really is a ghost as CSI. I haven't spoken to a 'spirit' since the summer I spent at Papa Olafs. I wasn't entirely sure I liked the idea at first but I'm a big talker so I t was kind of cool. There's a stool over there," he pointed, "if you want to sit."
I made a point of pulling the stool out a little further to prove I was still listening. He paused his speech for a few minutes while he finished up with a sample. Then he placed a piece of paper in front of me, along with the pen.
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AN: remember Reviews are Love.
Krysnel Domeri Nicavis: I'm glad I've hooked you, and I'll try my hardest to update on a regular basis, but life can get crazy. As for the man and woman, they're just tech's I've kind of used. It's no one in particular.
I do have a name: thank you. It, like many of my multi-chapters, was supposed to be a one-shot.
Unknown talent of the mind: I'm actually still writing in the first person, just in Holly's point of view, instead of one of the boys. I'm glad I've drawn you in; I will however get to the pairing eventually.