Chapter One- Student
Authors Note: Hi! Some of you have probably already read this, because it has been under two other names. First under BethGeller, which I changed to only Friends Fics. Then BethSzmanda, which I don't like the name. So this is my new name. I changed mainly for one reason. All of the G/S fanfic legends (at least in my mind) have really catchy, or memorable names
i.e. : Anansay, Anya, Midnight Caller, Mossley, Irishdachsie, Moggie, Burked, and so on. I would love to be as "famous" as them. So, this is my last attempt.
Also, on the fifth chapter, you will see an authors note at the bottom. Please read it. I need input.
"Not again," Gil Grissom groaned. He was looking over the list of students. He was not surprised to find that there was only one new student on the list. The rest were returning students…a.k.a sophomores. He remembered last year, and how no more than 3 students were interested in his class. They all took "Forensic Files" as a lay back class. He remembered over hearing someone talking about why they took this class on the phone. He remembered the student saying, "Tom, you got screwed. You have that chem. class. All I have to do is go outside and look for blood." He remembered how bad he felt that night. How he felt as if he had spent three weeks talking about forensics, some of his best lectures ever, and the kids didn't care. He was reluctant to have the class again this year, but didn't have a job to fall back on. He was in the San Francisco team for a bit, but it didn't suit him. The only reason people were on that team was to be on the news. He spat in disgust as he thought about it. He looked on down the list and yawned. Not wanting to miss the rare opportunity of sleep, he set the list down and headed to his room. He came out in pajamas, and grabbed a cup of tea by his chair. He looked at the list one last time. Scanning through the names he found the one he needed. "Sara Sidle. You're my only hope."
Gil reluctantly rolled out of bed and got dressed. He dragged him self through his routine to get ready. He then grabbed his brief case and locked his door. When he got in his car he turned on the radio. It was at a rock station, which he hated, but he needed to take his mind off the thoughts of the year.
When Gil got to school, he got out of the car and headed toward the classroom. He was a half and hour early, so he knew no one would be there. He sat down at his desk and thought about making sure what he was going to say for the first day lecture, but figured no one would listen. About 15 minutes had passed and he heard a knock at the door. He figured it was Paul, the chem. teacher. "Come in.," he said, monotone. Paul had begun to get on his nerves. He heard the door open and footsteps, but still didn't look up.
" Professor Grissom?" a voice asked. The voice wasn't familiar to him, and it was female. He looked up, to see a tall, thin, brunette standing in front of him. His head ran through whom it could be, and then it stopped. Sara Sidle.
"Yes. Sara Sidle?" he saw her shoulders loosen, and a smile spread across her face. She adjusted the backpack over her shoulder and began to speak.
"Awwwww you ruined the surprise." At her joke Gil laughed, making her laugh as well. " I don't think this is necessary now, but oh well." She extended her hand, and kept talking. "Sara Sidle."
He decided to play along, and he took her warm hand in his and smiled too. "Gil Grissom." He decided to put his mind to rest and asked a question. "So, Ms. Sidle, why are you in 'Forensic Files'?" she dropped his hand, and again, fixed the backpack.
" Well, I think forensics are the most fascinating thing in the world, and I'm addicted to learning about them. I also am thinking about becoming something with forensics in it. I have also heard great things about you, and I knew you were a CSI, so I thought about how fascinating this class would be." She paused and sighed. "I mean, we'll be getting to learn from an actual CSI…the ones that see it first hand." She looked at his face quickly before stumbling over her next words. "Oh, I'm sorry…I'm babbling…I'll go…sit down…any ways, nice to meet you." She said, adjusting her backpack strap once again. She sauntered over to the front row and took a seat. Seconds later people came filing in. He started his first day lecture.
All through the lecture he glanced around the room. Only one pair of eyes was on him. When he looked over, he stumbled on his words. He quickly finished his lecture, and breathed. That's when he made the first two revelations of the day.
First, that he should have practiced the lecture. Second, he looked over at his new student for reassurance, that this year wouldn't be so bad after all.