AN: hey guys, I'm back. I have to ask you to stick with me through this one because it is a bit confusing in the beginning. I'm trying to tie up the case, and work through to the romance, and maybe some drama, but I'd like to know what you want to see.
Warnings: OOC, minor slash. Slight confusion.
Disclaimer: I don't own, CSI, Star Wars, or the song mentioned in this chapter.
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Nicks P.O.V
I shouldn't dwell on it, but it's so had not to. Was it intentional? Has any of it gotten through? Does he really love me?
Holly P.O.V
Nicks eyes were vacant, staring at the screen as the movie ran through. I couldn't tell what he was thinking but I have a feeling it had to do with the moment of stopped time earlier.
"Hey G, can I ask you a question?" Nick asked quietly.
Greg paused the DVD and turned to face him, a mirror image of his seating earlier.
"Technically you already did, but go ahead."
"Do the techs communicate with post-it notes?"
At Greg's quizzical look Nick pulled a small square of paper from his wallet. I knew what it was instantly, a yellow post-it, red pen, and rushed, choppy, writing.
Flashback
There is a presence among you. I am searching for answers. I'm not here to haunt, just listen. Do you love him?
End Flashback
I could see the words in my head. Greg blanched but thought impressively quickly.
"That's, just a joke, we were goofing off."
Nick looked disappointed. "So I guess this was all a joke too?"
He pulled out the paper from our conversation. Greg sighed, it was a losing battle.
"What do you think of the super natural?" Greg asked tentatively.
"I never thought about it, why?" Nick looked nervous.
Greg looked toward me and though he couldn't see me I smiled, trying to push him through this.
"I have an abnormal ability, think "The Sixth Sense" but I don't see I feel. Accept it or don't but I can tell you there's 3 of us here now. Nick do you remember Holly Gribbs?"
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"This is too weird Greg." Nick was parked in front of a house, the man within was suspected of 'the red fiber' murders.
The unknown blood being all the way across the blade caused the team to believe it was a suicide attempt. Checking hospitals they discovered a John Doe who was found unconscious in an alley with a slit on his right wrist. The alley was barely a block from the second scene.
I was sitting with a clipboard in my lap, which is why Nick was freaking out, because it seemed the clipboard was floating.
"You ready Hol?"
I grabbed the pen from the top of the clipboard.
Hol? We'll be talking about where you got that later. What am I looking for?
Nick looked shaken when the clipboard slid its way into Greg's hand by some unknown force. Yet it was him that answered. "Blood, preferably on something with red fibers, if you find something we'll figure out a way to get a warrant.
How do you know it's this guy? Wasn't the suicide attempt a John Doe?
Greg responded this time, "I ran his picture through DMV records."
Smart
"I hate to break this up, but the clipboard passing is like some Jedi trick straight from the movies."
Greg laughed at Nicks lost expression.
Off I go, be good you two
"This is still weird." Nick whispered as Greg placed the clipboard on the seat near me.
"May the Force be with you, Holly." He almost didn't finish the line before he began laughing uncontrollably.
I wasn't in the house 5 minutes when I saw them. A pair of red winter gloves and a matching red sweater, a strange thing to have out this late in the season. I walked further into the small laundry room and noticed that the vibrant red of the winter attire was stained with a brown substance. Dry blood, this was the guy. I got out to the Denali as quick as possible and grabbed the clipboard.
He's it, He's the guy, now prove it!
Greg chuckled, "Patience grasshopper, He doesn't think we know. We'll figure out a way to get him." Then he turned to Nick handing the clipboard back. "Let's get out of here." He said flipping on the radio and appropriately the first words were, 'shut up and Drive.'
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Greg returned to DNA happy to be informed the replacement was arriving and would be starting the following day.
He danced around the lab, enjoying the last day; it was calm with little DNA evidence. Except running the DNA against the suicide attempt case there was none.
You seem happy, but I'm not surprised. I wasn't sure either of you would get up this morning.
"Oh shut up Holly. I was comfortable."
Quit yelling, the whole lab already thinks you're crazy.
"Yeah, well, you started it." He grumbled playfully, successfully sounding like a 6 year old.
When the morning had arrived I wandered into the living room to see Nick and Greg asleep on the couch. His head in Nicks lap. It was cute and hilarious and Greg started mumbling about his oddly shaped pillow.
I was trying to think of a good comment to make Greg squirm. However, the printer whirred and spit out a piece of paper. Greg read it, completely focused and then slid it toward me.
"Game, Set, Match." He whispered as if he was still letting the news wash over him.
Let the team know. They're lost without this evidence.
I slid the paper into his line of site and upon reading it he grinned and sent out a page, rapidly on his phone.
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AN: So there you have it, Sorry for the wait, but I'm easily distracted. Lemme know what you guys want to see, where you think this should go, all feed back is good.
Cameragirl: so much for updating soon. I hope you like this chapter just as well.
Krysnel Domeri Nicavis: It makes me smile to hear you're into this story, I'm glad I could hook you. I know how dense some people can be, I've seen it, and I have been told I'm one of those people.
Lisa02: I'm glad to hear you're into this, I hope I can keep you hooked.
oONatsuOo: Greg is adorable, rolled up in a ball or not. I'm glad you like it, and I'm glad you like Holly's personality, The show gives very little to build on for her.