Authors Notes: This is a really short one, and sorry for the wait. Also, this hasn't been beta'd, I don't think. thinks Nope. So I guess thats three strikes on my part.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. CBS, Mr. Jerry B, and Mr. Anthony Z. own all characters and the shows writers own the scripts. No money is being made of this. Only my ideas are mine and are not used with the idea of harming/offending anyone.
Summary: Grissom thinks about what Greg said.
Rating: PG with the mention of alcohol. Will I ever write a strictly G story? Ha. No.
Violins echoed briefly in his mind, some louder than others, each bringing the heavenly sound to its fullest height. As they grew louder, tension building in the song, his mind turned, concentrating. Words in his mind slowly drowned out the music, whispering commands at him, insults even. His inner mind spoke to him, while memories of words played back.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, the heavenly once upon a time violins now screeching in his ear. A push of a button stopped the insistent noise, leaving the low buzz of silence to be heard instead. Groaning slightly, he raised a glass to his lips, taking a sip of the burning liquid.
So many words were thrown at him, day after day, and it surprised him how a sentence could make him stop and think. Or was it even the sentence, the meaning of it, but the person who spoke them. It wouldn't be the first time someone he thought he had figured out would do something unexpected. People were not to be dissected, he knew that, but couldn't help the fact that his brain tried to.
Grissom pushed himself out of his chair and around the desk. Nearing the door, he paused, that little voice he'd come to hate whispering tainted words. That voice, he realized, had taken on the tone of his DNA lab tech, Greg Sanders. Shutting his eyes tightly, forcing the voice to go away, he reached for the doorknob.
It was time for him to seek out said lab tech, instead of the other way around. Opening the door, he stepped out into the pristine white that made up the Las Vegas Crime Lab. White and glass, the occasional dark room like his office and the A/V lab. He made his way down the hall, shoes thudding against the linoleum, eyes scanning each room he went past.
There, standing in front of the Headspace Sampler, was Greg Sanders; the man he wanted to see. Pushing the glass door open to the lab, he watched as Greg flicked the machine, each flick getting harder with the next.
"C'mon you son of a..." Greg trailed off as he happened to glance up and see Grissom in the glass reflection. Blushing and coughing slightly, he twirled in his spot to face the supervisor. "I don't believe you had any evidence waiting."
"I'm not here for evidence, Greg." The young man nodded, and Grissom wondered why he became so flustered. He knew that he intimidated Greg, that he made the guy nervous, but as to why, he never found out. With the past days behind them, he would have chalked it up to those conversations, but it had always happened before those incidents.
"I've been thinking about what you said." Grissom watched the young man's blush become more pronounced. Greg opened his mouth, ready to speak, but Grissom got to it before he was able to. "And I agree. I need to do something about... it."
"May I make a suggestion?" He raised an eyebrow at Greg's question. The young man had been blurting out suggestions for as long as he could remember, not once asking if he could do so. "Perhaps you should stop calling it, well... it."
"And what do you think I should call it?" He watched Greg pause and think, eyebrows narrowing slightly, index finger placed against his chin.
"A relationship?" That low buzz of silence had returned. Was this what a relationship was? He didn't think so; thought a relationship involved both parties holding hands, kissing. "You can try to deny the name of it all you want, but there's something going on between you two. It can't be classified as a fling, or a crush, and I don't think you're ready to admit that it's love, so a relationship is the best I can do."
Whatever was going on between him and Sara was definitely not a fling, nor a crush, as a crush was too far down on the scale to express his feelings, even he knew that. Grissom then thought of love. Could it be love? Greg had said the day before that Grissom loved her, but was it true? Was that feeling love?
"Relationship is fine. However, how am I to go about this relationship with Sara." Another pause as Greg stood there, thoughts swirling around in his head. Grissom saw Greg's eyes flicker towards the corridor, causing him to turn and look. There, turning the corner, obviously heading towards the DNA lab, was Sara.
"Meet me in the parking lot after shift. We're going to breakfast, and don't be late." Grissom gave a sharp nod, watching Sara approach the door out of the corner of his eye.
"The guy from the magazine was really cool. Asked me a lot of questions about the science, not just about the famous Grissom." It took a few seconds for Grissom to catch onto the abrupt change of topic, Greg's grin snapping him into place.
"Magazine Greg? You going famous on us?" Sara had entered and had sidled her way up to the men. Greg just grinned and shrugged, changing the subject once more to the evidence Sara had for him. Grissom quietly made his escape, trying to remember how much alcohol he had left in his office.
So.. yes. I've been meaning to do this, so here's my thanks to all who reviewed.
Sillie: Thanks! I think Greg is just a big huge softie inside.
Wintertime: Greg helping out with GSR is just perfect. Hee. I'm glad you thought that was cute!
Ashleygirl6: He needs to start standing up for himself. There's only a few episodes in which he does, I think. But thanks anyways.
katie: Thanks!
thecrazyone357: Bwa. Greg's problem? I don't even know truly. Well.. If you mean the need of a psych. then I'm presuming the whole Play With Fire episode but maybe there could be more? Hmmm... Thanks!
witch: I'm doing more. - Heh. It just may take longer than before considering I'm losing heart for this story. Damn my short attention span. But if you like, always check out my other stories! Thanks for reviewing!
SaraBlue: Greg with a serious tone is just, guh... Well, he's like that anyways, but I'm glad you like.
