Disclaimer: Aren´t mine, never will be... if they were you would certainly see a lot more Greg.
A/N: In this fic Greg has a girlfriend and it´s not someone from the lab. Sorry, if that offends you but hey, it´s my story after all. Have fun.
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Afternoon – Home
Consciousness came slowly, creeping towards him like fleeting voices – unable to hear them at first but getting louder with every passing moment. Slowly, his senses became aware of his surroundings: the steady beeping of his alarm clock on the nightstand, the soft golden glow of sunlight behind closed eyelids, the smell of fresh brewed coffee. The last one bringing a smile to his face.
Turning off the alarm clock, he settled back in bed, closing his eyes again, waiting. Moments later he could hear footsteps reverberating softly in the hall. The door creaked open and a couple of steps later, the right side of his bed dipped down.
A smile was spreading across his face when she leaned over, gently kissing him on the lips. Her hair was tickling his face as it fell over her shoulders like summer rain. He opened his eyes to see her mischievious twinkle just before she started tickling him mercilessly.
"Hey, no fair!" he said with laughter in his voice while trying to squirm away from the tickling hands.
"All is fair in Love and War! Remember, you told me the same thing only yesterday." She answered with a smug expression on her face.
"That may be true but that were extenuating circumstances!" he tried to clarify, finally getting the upper hand and turning her around, straddling her legs.
"Now it´s my turn!" and thus, he began tickling her.
"Greg, no!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
"What do you say, huh?"
"Mmh...?"
"Oh c´mon. You know what you have to say: "Greg, you are the master of my universe, the sexiest man alive and I truly love your..."
"And here I thought it was supposed to be "uncle"!" she mumbled under her breath.
"Hey!"
"Greg?"
"Yeah"
"Do you smell that?" He met her with a blank expression which suddenly turned confused and then horrified.
"Oh shit, somehing´s burning!" he shot out of bed almost knocking her down in the process. One of the frying pans was heavily releasing smoke into the air, making it difficult to breathe. He grabbed the pan and quickly put it in the sink, turning on the water.
Melissa had followed him into the kitchen, now looking grimly at the chunks of black coal into which the slices of bacon had been turned.
Then, she raised her eyes at Greg with a hopeful look. "Coffee is fine though."
Evening - Lab
San Francisco Bay
Past pier thirty nine
Early p.m.
Can´t remember what time
Got the waiting cab
Stopped at the red light
Address, unsure of
But it turned out just right
Greg was bobbing his head in tune to the music, drumming his fingers on the table, at the same time checking for traces of DNA under his microscope.
It started straight off
"coming here is hell"
That´s the first words
We asked what he meant
He said "where ya´ from?"
We told him our lot
"when ya´ take a holiday
Is this what you want?"
Come to think of it, when was the last time he had a vacation? He had to ask Gissom later. And, thinking of the devil, through the window he saw Grissom heading towards his lab apparently holding some kind of evidence in his hands.
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
"New taste in music, Greg?" Grissom asked with mildly raised eyebrows.
"Ah, you know me, always gotta try out new stuff. And they´re really good, by the way."
Grissom just looked at him dubiously.
Lie around all day
Have a drink to chase
"yourself and tourists, yeah
That´s what I hate"
He said we´re going wrong
We´ve all become the same
We dress the same ways
Only our accents change
"So, anyway, what can I do for you?"
"Did you find out what kind of substance was on the rope?"
Shuffling around some papers, Greg found what he was looking for and handed it to Grissom.
"Yes, and it wasn´t motor oil, as we suspected, it was cod-liver oil actually. Surprising, huh? I mean what kind of guy uses that stuff anymore?"
"The kind that strangled an innocent man." Grissom told him in a slightly reprimanding tone of voice.
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
The music was the only sound in the lab for a few moments as both men were deeply lost in thought.
Grissom was trying to figure out all the angles of their current case, his mind processing the information he had just learned. The case involved Vincent Carmell, a wealthy and well respected business man in his late forties that was found in his car strangled with a rope just the day before. They didn´t have any major leads so far, since the murderer obviously knew what he was doing and didn´t leave any usable evidence behind, other than the rope that is.
And Greg, he wasn´t really sure what to think. He had only tried to lighten the mood. He should have guessed that Grissom wouldn´t or couldn´t understand. In his opinion you could either let the circumstances get to you and eat you away or you could try to cope. And that´s what he did. It was his way of dealing with those kinds of situations. But that didn´t mean that he was being insensitive, did it?
Swim in the ocean
That be my dish
I drive around all day
And kill processed fish
It´s all money gum
No artists anymore
You´re only in it now
To make more, more, more
Seemingly becoming aware that he was still in the lab, Grissom shook himself out of his reverie. He had some work to finish after all. He regarded Greg a moment before he handed him the evidence of a new case.
"Sarah Johnson, age 16, was found in Cashman Field this morning. On first inspection it looked like suicide but on further investigation some things didn´t add up. I want you to have a look at this. Find out what kind of medicine was in that bottle. Page me as soon as you got anything."
Before Greg could ask why the dayshift wasn´t working the case, Grissom had already left.
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Yeah, Greg thought, "have a nice day" and turned off the music.
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OK, the first chapter is up. I hope to be able to continue this story soon. We´ll see.
The song used is "Have a nice day" from the Stereophonics. If you have the time, try to check it out – it´s worth it!
