" Could You Ever Hate Me?"
Disclaimer: None of the CSIs are mine, no matter how hard I try...
Rating: PG-13 for vilolence, some language, alcohol refrerence
Summary: A day at work turns in to a nightmare. Hostage Alert.
Chapter 1: Rare Days and Mothering Ways
The day was bright and the weather cool. A soft wind blew in from the east, cooling down the city of Las Vegas. Greg Sanders was jealous. He would give anything to be outside, enjoying the rare day.
Instead, he was in the lab, back logged with work. He had several testes to run and results to document. Nick Stokes and Catherine Willows would be coming in soon to ask for results on the samples he hadn't run yet. He had to pick up his pace in order to finish by break.
" Priorities first," Greg thought aloud to himself. He turned up his music a bit louder and got down to work. He started to pick up his pace to finish. Maybe if he got lucky, he would be able to enjoy some of the day while on break. If he didn't finish, though, he would have to work right through his break.
He counted out loud to himself each time he finished another test.
" One down, nine to go."
" Two down, eight to go."
Catherine Willows walked to the door of Greg's lab. She watched him run tests and count out loud, while he was singing to his music. She laughed at his goofy sight; he was banging his head to the music, his spiked hair bouncing with the music. She laughed even though it happened often. It was strange to everyone not to see him do his act. Even so, it was still funny to watch.
She watched him often. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Some people said she was the mother of the CSIs. She cared for all of them, even the sternbut curious Gil Grissom. But Greg had caught her attention from the day his nervous little face with the clashing clothes walked through the doors. Maybe it was because he was a lot younger than the rest of the team. Something about him struck her and she watched him ever since.
She walked through the doors after a few minutes of his first and second acts. She turned off his music and the room became very quiet. Greg whipped around to the radio to come face to face with Catherine.
" Catherine, you scared me," Greg said with a sheepish smile.
" Sorry, didn't mean to. I was wondering if you had my results," she said.
" Not quite yet. But," he said rolling his chair over to the printer, " if you wait, I'll have them right…now."
Greg handed the warm paper over to Catherine after reading the results.
" The hair did not belong to your vics, but to an unknown person," Greg read.
" Well, hmm… I guess I'm going to have to go back to the drawing board," she said.
" Or you could go back to the house," Greg joked.
Catherine smiled at his joke and thanked him for the results. She walked out of the lab and waved goodbye. Greg sighed and went back to work. He had enjoyed the company while it had lasted.