Grissom looked up from the book he'd had his nose stuck in for god only knows how long, only to see Greg Sanders standing before him.
His jaw nearly dropped.
Greg looked... different... very different. Grissom focused his eyes on the boy before him. Even in his lab coat Greg looked...well... stunning, to say the least. His hair was darkened, dyed Gil supposed, and pulled over to nearly cover his right eye...
It was... chic.
For nearly a minute, the room was silent.
That minute seemed like an hour to Greg, who all the while was nearly shaking out of anticipation.
"You...you wanted to see me?" Greg asked once again... his voice quivered.
Greg's voice snapped Grissom out of his dazed state and he suddenly remembered exactly why it was that he requested the boy's presence.
" Uhh, yeah... I want you to see something."
Gil stood up from his seat and proceeded out the door towards the lab, pausing only to glance at Greg as he passed.
Greg rolled his eyes and let out long sigh before turning to follow his boss down the hallway. His only thought being, "He thinks I look stupid...sigh What the hell was I thinking!"
Grissom began explaining to Greg the nature of some unusual blood droplets he'd recovered from a crime scene the night before, all the while trying desperately not to look directly at the boy standing next to him.
"Take a look." he suggested, motioning towards the microscope that contained the sample.
Greg exchanged places with Grissom and peered into the scope.
It was at this point that Gil felt it was safe to stare at the lab boy once more. He watched him intensely, slowly memorizing the shape of his features, but it was Greg's eyes that caught his attention...
"Are you wearing... eyeliner?"
Greg froze...
"Uh... no... of course not!"
He then chuckled alittle and pretended to suddenly find a stack of papers on the other side of the table incredibly interesting.
Greg proceeded to flip through the papers, trying desperately to avoid eye contact with his boss, in hopes that he would just leave the subject alone. A small smile crossed Gil's face as he watched Greg's attempt to conceal his obvious nervousness.
"It brings out your eyes." Gil teased... putting on the most innocent face he could muster.
Greg gave him a sarcastic smile in return, accompanied by a look that just said, "Shut up..."
He then returned to sifting through the papers, most of them were blank...but that wasn't the point.
"He looked almost cute", Grissom thought... pouting the way he was... it was only then that Gil realized that the boy looked... a bit hurt. Grissom turned to leave the room, not wanting to push Greg any further. As he walked through the doorway it hit him... he'd offended Greg... alot... and he was starting to regret it.
As soon as Grissom was out of sight, Greg dropped his head to the table.
"Damnit... damnit, damnit danmit!" with every word, the table and his forehead met once more.
"Uhhh... Greg... are you alright?"
It was Sara.
"Great..." Greg thought... "Just what I need."
Sara's face inquired as to why Greg would be banging his head on the table for no apparent reason... He didn't answer.
"Well I just wanted to know if you got the DNA results back on my case..." She trailed off of her attempt to change the topic.
"Nope." His reply was terse.
"O...kay... well lemme know when ya do." Sara still looked a bit startled by Greg's stand-off-ish response.
"Yup." Greg spoke with a sigh... his head never leaving the table.
Without another word, Sara headed off towards the lounge room, maybe someone there would know what was wrong with Greg...