Disclaimer: Still no CSI.
Reason for Rating: Story contains some strong language, blood, mentions of sexual activities, rape, torture, death, and any of that other good stuff you'll find on CSI.
Author's Note:
I'm sorry if the A.N. for last chapter seemed a bit crude. I wasn't really in the best of moods when I wrote/posted it, so I put some of my mood into it. This postmay notbe much better, seeing as I'm in a downright terrible mood, but I'll try my best…
Anyhoo, thank you for the reviews. Though there were few, I still appreciated them. I do admit, however, that I would appreciate more. Tell friends and whatnot… Go on… You know you want to. I'm driven by my readers. The more I have (and I can only know that I have them if they review), the more frequently I'll post.
Also, last chapter I didn't have much of a summary for you, nor did I have a reason for my rating, I'll put them in now (rating is above). However, I do not guarantee that the summary is written in stone. Things may get changed around depending on what I write. Right now it's more… "sprayed on Jell-O with whipped cream" than "carved in stone".
Whipped Cream and Jell-O Summary:
Being a CSI isn't the most glorious job in the world: especially on the night shift, and double especially if you're simply a lab technician. Unfortunately, Greg Sanders is hit twice, being a "nocturnal, DNA lab rat." Yet he continues to live his life- dating, bar hopping, making friends, surfing, scuba diving, etc. He even does most of these things well; though, still being decently young and slightly immature, he is often flawed. However, he rarely (and I mean, like, pigmy albino aardwolf rare) makes an error in his work. But even with his outstanding work and effort, he is barely praised or even thanked for it. This is almost certain to dampen anyone's spirits at the very least.
Greg is a different story. He's got a big ego, though he usually keeps it hidden or speaks of it in a joking manner. When enough work is done and enough thank-yous are missed, it begins to take a toll on the childish young man. This is one (though one of the smaller) reason why Sanders wanted to work in the field. However, this has both its positives and its negatives, which Greg finds out only too soon.
Things begin to take a turn for the worse in Greg's life. Troubles with his "girlfriend", work, family, friends, money, and then…
Well, you'll just have to wait and see because the author doesn't want to give away major plot points and/or surprises.
And so ends the Whipped Cream and Jell-O Summary for three major reasons. One: the author can't think of much else to write. Two: the author wants to finish this thing already so more of the actual story can be written and then homework can be attended to. Three: the author is afraid of using anymore 'however's, 'though's, or 'also's. (If anyone has any other transition words that can take those places without sounding awkward and you post them for me, I will love you forever and always.)
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Chapter Two
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A small spring seemed to be in the boyish man's step as he strode along to the lab. No one really seemed to think it unusual for him, though if it had been anyone else, they would've stared with puzzled expressions on their faces.
The lab was empty of life when Greg arrived, though he didn't really expect anything different. As soon as he walked in, he groaned at the sight of a huge pile of paperwork and samples on his desk that had not been there before he left. But what else had he expected? There was always work for him to do, and since the first day he had arrived it hadn't been any different.
With a slightly dampened spirit, the lab tech walked over to his stereo: his main escape from the stress of his job. He pressed a button that turned it on, then popped open the top. Scanning over the few disks he kept in the lab, he chose one of his old favorites: Radiohead. Today just seemed like the type of crappy day that needed catchy, but slow-motion-like alternative in the background while he processed and wrote. The disk was placed in the player, the top was closed, the repeat button was pressed twice, and the stereo automatically began to read and play the CD.
There was no singing, whistling, or even humming along as Greg worked. He liked having a bit of background distraction, for silence was far too distracting; yet if he sang along and whatnot, it would have the same effect as the silence. So the young man was focused, or, as he called it, "in the zone."
Greg prepared and otherwise processed all samples before turning to the papers. In this way, he could work while he waited for results. Most of the papers, he noticed almost immediately, were from Grissom. The Sanders boy sighed. Could his supervisor ever do his own paperwork? Of course, Greg wasn't given anything that had to do with the bulk of the case, he simply had to take care of the evidence files. But it was never just a few pages for him; it was always a dozen or more.
Pushing those aside, he first wrote up the reports given to him by others that coincided with their samples. He had to wait for the results to come out before recording any data dealing with that information, but most of the other blanks he could fill in with no problem.
Three hours later, the young man in the lab with the insane hairstyle and clashing clothes could be found exactly where he had been after sitting down to the paperwork. Only now he had a pounding headache, and his results were nearly done coming out. It would take him another two full hours before he only had one more folder of papers left to fill in and file.
"Greg?" came a voice from the doorway.
The hard-working boy nearly leapt out of his chair. He hadn't even heard the door open; he had been so deep in his working trance. Childish eyes looked to Gil Grissom standing in the doorway.
"I-I'm almost done with your papers… Got backed up on another case going on, so it took me a while to get through. Should be done in another ten mi-"
"Greg…"
It took the Sanders boy a minute to control his shaking, though his control wasn't complete. He didn't really know why he was shaking, though it was most likely a combination of the initial shock his boss had given him and his headache, which was still throbbing like a bastard.
"Yeah?"
"Your shift ended an hour ago."
"Oh…" Greg hadn't looked at a clock since he first walked into the lab.
"Go home, Greg. Get some sleep and come back in tomorrow."
"Right… Lemme just finish this up."
Grissom didn't argue. However, he did give his lab boy a small smile.
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Fifteen minutes later, Greg was in the locker room, hanging up his lab coat and pulling on his street one. It had taken him forever to unbutton the white lab accessory; his hands didn't seem to want to work correctly. This was extremely strange, considering he hadn't been shaking at all before Grissom had arrived in the lab. At least, he hadn't noticed any trembling.
"C'mon Sanders, shake it off," he told himself, slipping in the pun on his shivers. He couldn't help but smile. The last time his body had reacted this way was when the accident occurred in the lab and he ended up in the hospital. Once he returned to work, his hands took several days to stop quivering. But as far as the lab tech could tell, there was nothing wrong with him.
"Just need sleep. Sleep and food…"
With a last little jingle of his car keys and a slam of his locker, Greg was out the door and on his way home.
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Author's Note:
Stupid chapter. Short and stupid. I don't like it either, but we'll be getting to the good stuff soon. I'll tell you right now that I like the next chapter a helluva lot. Be comforted.
Also, I apologize for the terrible layout. I really miss the old fanfiction layout, with which the paragraphs had as many spaces between them as you wanted there to be... I've given up on the lines. They're a real bitch, you know? (In case I've confused you, CSICSIetc. Big Brake, and ooooooetc. Tiny Brake.)
Please review.
!IMPORTANT!
I thought I'd inform you all that when the story is finally finished and I have no more to add, I will post one last thing. It will go back to every chapter and tell you, the readers, what I wanted to show/express in each chapter. For example, the next chapter is centered on Grissom, and therefore my choice of words and descriptions of things will be Grissom-like. I'm telling y'all this now so, if you're interested in a challenge, you can begin to pick out the little things and guess about them. In this way, you can compare your thoughts about my thoughts to my actual thoughts at the very end. Get it? It may seem strange, and I betcha no one's going to do it, but it's worth a shot anyway, right?
