Title: Driven Insane
Author: Dreamer In Disguise
Disclaimer: Blah-blah...
Author's Note: Chapter Five, one step closer to the end...and a story I'll actually finish...
Chapter Rating: PG-13...for possible language *I'm not sure...*.
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Chapter Five: Laser Tag
Marah was sitting at home, going through her hair with a fine toothed comb, and waiting for Greg to get there. She still had the kiss fresh on her lips, even though it had been a day since it'd happened, it was all she could think about. "Am I smitten?" she repeated the question Lizzie had just asked her. "Absolutely...how did you learn that word?"
"We're reading 'Lonesome Dove' in English, and that word was on the vocabulary quiz..." Lizzie explained.
"Oh..." Marah laughed. "Well, yeah, I am..."
"So, Greg said we could still come, even though Señor Spit-wad is coming?" Lizzie asked, referring to Matt.
"Yes, Lizzie, Matt is coming, too..." Marah shook her head, putting foundation on. "And, yes, you can borrow my pink sweater...if it gets dirty, though, I'll sue..."
"In family court?" Lizzie asked, looking through Marah's closet for the sweater.
"Yeah, with Des as my lawyer!" Marah grinned.
Matt rolled his eyes. "Girls!"
"Matt...do me a favor?" Marah pleaded with her brother. "If Greg gets here, tell him Lizzie and I will be down in a couple minutes?"
"How will I know it's him?" Matt asked.
"Think Gordo in twelve years..." Marah smiled, imagining Greg in her head.
~~
Matt heard a knock on the door, and went to answer it. "Halt...who goes there?" he said after he opened the door.
"I think that comes BEFORE you open the door...you must be Matt..." Greg grinned.
"Dang!" Matt pouted. "I'll get it right one of these days..."
"You must be Greg..." Jo walked into the front hall from the kitchen.
"How could you tell?" Greg looked at himself.
"Marah goes into deep description talking about guys..." Matt shrugged. "Especially ones she likes..."
"Oh really?" Greg grinned. "So, tell me more of what she's said..."
"I heard her telling Lizzie she was smitten over you..." Matt told Greg.
"Matt!" Jo yelled at Matt. "Don't tell him things like that!"
Greg laughed a little. "It's ok..." he shook his head. "I won't embarrass her..."
Marah peered over the railing to the steps. "Oh, hey, Greg...I'll be right down...I'm trying to help Lizzie find my pink sweater..."
"Ok..." Greg smiled. Just seeing Marah's face made his heart overflow.
"It's funny, Lizzie is like Marah's mini-me..." Matt explained to Greg.
"Ok, listen up..." Greg explained to Matt. "I have a plan, since I know the girls are gonna wanna go girls on boys at Laser-Tag..."
"What?" Matt asked, watching his mother and father leave the room.
"Ok, you go for Lizzie, and I'll go for Marah...since she's a little bigger..." Greg explained.
"And so you can kiss?" Matt asked. "All Marah has been able to talk about is when she kissed you..."
Greg tapped his foot, waiting for Marah. "Don't you hate how girls are so slow?"
"Greg! I heard that!" Marah came down the stairs, latching her silver belt onto her black, hip hugger flare jeans. Above that, she was wearing a blue, three-quarter sleeved shirt, tons of rings, and her blonde hair was in cornrows, courtesy of Lizzie. She surveyed Greg up and down, and smiled. He was in a black turtleneck sweater, and black baggy jeans.
"Oh, come on..." Greg rolled his eyes. "You can't expect me to believe you were JUST trying to find the alleged 'pink sweater' which Lizzie's not ever wearing...if that is Lizzie..."
"Yes, that's Lizzie, Lizzie, this is Greg," Marah introduced the two. "And we couldn't FIND it, Mr. Smarty Pants..."
Greg shook his head. "Sure..."
"Mom, dad! We'll bring Lizzie and Matt back at four-thirty!" Marah yelled to her parents. "Then, I'll see you tonight after work..."
"See ya...have fun!" Sam yelled.
"Call if anything happens!" Jo smiled, glad to see Marah finally happy.
*
"Take that Sanders!" Marah shot a laser at Greg.
"You think you're so good?" Greg asked, with a smirk.
"Yes, I happen to think so..." Marah winked.
"I'll get you..." Greg dodged Lizzie and Matt, who were chasing each other around screaming.
"Doubtful..." Marah winked, and ran off to hide. She was sneaking around a corner, and all of a sudden, she was sharply pulled into a little cove. "What the..." she asked, surprised, then smiled when she saw that it was Greg standing in front of her.
He pushed one of the braids out of her face, and kissed her. "You know..." he touched her cheek. "You are so beautiful..." he looked into her eyes. "Which is why, it kills me to do this..." he shot her with a laser.
"GREG!" she screeched, watching him run off. "You CHEATER!" she waited the mandatory fifteen seconds, then dashed off to find him.
Marah hid around a corner that Greg was about to turn, and peered around. She saw him right in front of her, and shot him quickly with a laser, kissed him, and ran off. She then came up behind him, and as soon as he could move again, she shot him with another one. "Guess what?" Marah grinned, pulling him into a cove. "It's almost time to go, and we've only kissed once...I say that should be illegal..." she smiled, kissing him.
"So, what do you say we spend the rest of the time we're here doing that?" he asked, pulling her close.
"That's almost as good of an idea as coming here in the first place was..." she kissed him.
~~
"So," Marah asked Grissom. "It WAS a tooth?"
"Yeah, you were right...we're investigating the whole vampirism theory..." Grissom shook his head. "People are so strange. They find pleasure in creating a life, but at the same time, find the need to take one away..."
Marah nodded. "Yeah," she turned to leave the office. "Grissom...do we have a company Halloween party?"
"No..." Grissom shook his head. "We need to be on our toes around Halloween, because that's when all the creeps and psychos come out..."
Marah rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Sara, Warrick, Cath and myself aren't gonna be able to make it to reinvestigate the scene tomorrow, so it'll be Nick, you and Greg..." Grissom told her before she left.
"Ok..." she smiled. "Don't trust he and I alone, huh?"
"No. Bye, Detective McGuire..." Grissom waved.
Author: Dreamer In Disguise
Disclaimer: Blah-blah...
Author's Note: Chapter Five, one step closer to the end...and a story I'll actually finish...
Chapter Rating: PG-13...for possible language *I'm not sure...*.
~~
Chapter Five: Laser Tag
Marah was sitting at home, going through her hair with a fine toothed comb, and waiting for Greg to get there. She still had the kiss fresh on her lips, even though it had been a day since it'd happened, it was all she could think about. "Am I smitten?" she repeated the question Lizzie had just asked her. "Absolutely...how did you learn that word?"
"We're reading 'Lonesome Dove' in English, and that word was on the vocabulary quiz..." Lizzie explained.
"Oh..." Marah laughed. "Well, yeah, I am..."
"So, Greg said we could still come, even though Señor Spit-wad is coming?" Lizzie asked, referring to Matt.
"Yes, Lizzie, Matt is coming, too..." Marah shook her head, putting foundation on. "And, yes, you can borrow my pink sweater...if it gets dirty, though, I'll sue..."
"In family court?" Lizzie asked, looking through Marah's closet for the sweater.
"Yeah, with Des as my lawyer!" Marah grinned.
Matt rolled his eyes. "Girls!"
"Matt...do me a favor?" Marah pleaded with her brother. "If Greg gets here, tell him Lizzie and I will be down in a couple minutes?"
"How will I know it's him?" Matt asked.
"Think Gordo in twelve years..." Marah smiled, imagining Greg in her head.
~~
Matt heard a knock on the door, and went to answer it. "Halt...who goes there?" he said after he opened the door.
"I think that comes BEFORE you open the door...you must be Matt..." Greg grinned.
"Dang!" Matt pouted. "I'll get it right one of these days..."
"You must be Greg..." Jo walked into the front hall from the kitchen.
"How could you tell?" Greg looked at himself.
"Marah goes into deep description talking about guys..." Matt shrugged. "Especially ones she likes..."
"Oh really?" Greg grinned. "So, tell me more of what she's said..."
"I heard her telling Lizzie she was smitten over you..." Matt told Greg.
"Matt!" Jo yelled at Matt. "Don't tell him things like that!"
Greg laughed a little. "It's ok..." he shook his head. "I won't embarrass her..."
Marah peered over the railing to the steps. "Oh, hey, Greg...I'll be right down...I'm trying to help Lizzie find my pink sweater..."
"Ok..." Greg smiled. Just seeing Marah's face made his heart overflow.
"It's funny, Lizzie is like Marah's mini-me..." Matt explained to Greg.
"Ok, listen up..." Greg explained to Matt. "I have a plan, since I know the girls are gonna wanna go girls on boys at Laser-Tag..."
"What?" Matt asked, watching his mother and father leave the room.
"Ok, you go for Lizzie, and I'll go for Marah...since she's a little bigger..." Greg explained.
"And so you can kiss?" Matt asked. "All Marah has been able to talk about is when she kissed you..."
Greg tapped his foot, waiting for Marah. "Don't you hate how girls are so slow?"
"Greg! I heard that!" Marah came down the stairs, latching her silver belt onto her black, hip hugger flare jeans. Above that, she was wearing a blue, three-quarter sleeved shirt, tons of rings, and her blonde hair was in cornrows, courtesy of Lizzie. She surveyed Greg up and down, and smiled. He was in a black turtleneck sweater, and black baggy jeans.
"Oh, come on..." Greg rolled his eyes. "You can't expect me to believe you were JUST trying to find the alleged 'pink sweater' which Lizzie's not ever wearing...if that is Lizzie..."
"Yes, that's Lizzie, Lizzie, this is Greg," Marah introduced the two. "And we couldn't FIND it, Mr. Smarty Pants..."
Greg shook his head. "Sure..."
"Mom, dad! We'll bring Lizzie and Matt back at four-thirty!" Marah yelled to her parents. "Then, I'll see you tonight after work..."
"See ya...have fun!" Sam yelled.
"Call if anything happens!" Jo smiled, glad to see Marah finally happy.
*
"Take that Sanders!" Marah shot a laser at Greg.
"You think you're so good?" Greg asked, with a smirk.
"Yes, I happen to think so..." Marah winked.
"I'll get you..." Greg dodged Lizzie and Matt, who were chasing each other around screaming.
"Doubtful..." Marah winked, and ran off to hide. She was sneaking around a corner, and all of a sudden, she was sharply pulled into a little cove. "What the..." she asked, surprised, then smiled when she saw that it was Greg standing in front of her.
He pushed one of the braids out of her face, and kissed her. "You know..." he touched her cheek. "You are so beautiful..." he looked into her eyes. "Which is why, it kills me to do this..." he shot her with a laser.
"GREG!" she screeched, watching him run off. "You CHEATER!" she waited the mandatory fifteen seconds, then dashed off to find him.
Marah hid around a corner that Greg was about to turn, and peered around. She saw him right in front of her, and shot him quickly with a laser, kissed him, and ran off. She then came up behind him, and as soon as he could move again, she shot him with another one. "Guess what?" Marah grinned, pulling him into a cove. "It's almost time to go, and we've only kissed once...I say that should be illegal..." she smiled, kissing him.
"So, what do you say we spend the rest of the time we're here doing that?" he asked, pulling her close.
"That's almost as good of an idea as coming here in the first place was..." she kissed him.
~~
"So," Marah asked Grissom. "It WAS a tooth?"
"Yeah, you were right...we're investigating the whole vampirism theory..." Grissom shook his head. "People are so strange. They find pleasure in creating a life, but at the same time, find the need to take one away..."
Marah nodded. "Yeah," she turned to leave the office. "Grissom...do we have a company Halloween party?"
"No..." Grissom shook his head. "We need to be on our toes around Halloween, because that's when all the creeps and psychos come out..."
Marah rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Sara, Warrick, Cath and myself aren't gonna be able to make it to reinvestigate the scene tomorrow, so it'll be Nick, you and Greg..." Grissom told her before she left.
"Ok..." she smiled. "Don't trust he and I alone, huh?"
"No. Bye, Detective McGuire..." Grissom waved.