Here it is, at long last... Chapter The Third
You all must be so proud of me...
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, or Greg...although if I did own him I would make him wear women's clothing...just like the story! What a coincidence... Although I now own new rocks, the stripy top from Ice Nine, a CD player that works, AND the Rocky Horror soundtrack! Go ME!!!!
Here it is....
For days after the dressing room incident Greg persisted to dance around his flat to Queen, Cher and (of course) the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack. Over time he rented out each and every sparkly number in the costume shop. The shopkeeper started to get very suspicious, "are you in a show?" he asked. To excuse his 'different' behaviour Greg said that he was.
This confrontation by the shopkeeper sparked off a series of dreams for Greg. Every night he would travel to 'Las Reinas' (A/N 'las reinas' means 'the queens' in Spanish) and dance the night away in one sparkly sensation after another. These were the times when he felt at home, where he felt he really belonged, but he still did not know why. Ever since 'the incident' so many weeks ago this had pried on his mind. "Why?" he asked himself, "I know I'm not gay...but..." He could not find one, single justification for his behaviour, and so carried on each day as normal, not telling a soul where he was going each night, and what he was doing.
After he had been having these dreams for weeks and weeks, Warrick started giving him suspicious looks every time he came into the DNA lab. This scared Greg slightly as he thought that Warrick may have found out about him, he did not know how he could have, but he thought that he might.
"Greg, a word" Warrick finally said, after a couple of days of these shady looks.
"Sure, dude, what about?" He answered, trying to maintain a cool disposition.
"People have been talking-"
"What?" Greg replied, interrupting Warrick almost immediately.
"Well... They've been saying you're...you're..."
"I'm what?"
"Well... They've been saying you're in show...business..." He said, trailing off at the end and not meeting Greg's eye.
There it is, I finally did it! Go me!!!
And I managed to slip in Rocky Horror and the word 'DUDE'!!!
I think it's longer than the others, too...Go me!!! (again)
You'll have to put up with that for another year, probably...
Addie- thank you, I have indeed stopped being depressed...for now...I think it may be because we have found the reason! VESUSTRAPHOBIA!!!!
Willow- stop being mean about everything I own!!!
Everyone else- I love you all...
For now, I shall leave you with this-
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia means a fear of long words...how ironic...
You all must be so proud of me...
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, or Greg...although if I did own him I would make him wear women's clothing...just like the story! What a coincidence... Although I now own new rocks, the stripy top from Ice Nine, a CD player that works, AND the Rocky Horror soundtrack! Go ME!!!!
Here it is....
For days after the dressing room incident Greg persisted to dance around his flat to Queen, Cher and (of course) the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack. Over time he rented out each and every sparkly number in the costume shop. The shopkeeper started to get very suspicious, "are you in a show?" he asked. To excuse his 'different' behaviour Greg said that he was.
This confrontation by the shopkeeper sparked off a series of dreams for Greg. Every night he would travel to 'Las Reinas' (A/N 'las reinas' means 'the queens' in Spanish) and dance the night away in one sparkly sensation after another. These were the times when he felt at home, where he felt he really belonged, but he still did not know why. Ever since 'the incident' so many weeks ago this had pried on his mind. "Why?" he asked himself, "I know I'm not gay...but..." He could not find one, single justification for his behaviour, and so carried on each day as normal, not telling a soul where he was going each night, and what he was doing.
After he had been having these dreams for weeks and weeks, Warrick started giving him suspicious looks every time he came into the DNA lab. This scared Greg slightly as he thought that Warrick may have found out about him, he did not know how he could have, but he thought that he might.
"Greg, a word" Warrick finally said, after a couple of days of these shady looks.
"Sure, dude, what about?" He answered, trying to maintain a cool disposition.
"People have been talking-"
"What?" Greg replied, interrupting Warrick almost immediately.
"Well... They've been saying you're...you're..."
"I'm what?"
"Well... They've been saying you're in show...business..." He said, trailing off at the end and not meeting Greg's eye.
There it is, I finally did it! Go me!!!
And I managed to slip in Rocky Horror and the word 'DUDE'!!!
I think it's longer than the others, too...Go me!!! (again)
You'll have to put up with that for another year, probably...
Addie- thank you, I have indeed stopped being depressed...for now...I think it may be because we have found the reason! VESUSTRAPHOBIA!!!!
Willow- stop being mean about everything I own!!!
Everyone else- I love you all...
For now, I shall leave you with this-
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia means a fear of long words...how ironic...