Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, Victoria's Secret, or Greg Sanders. However, I do own this single piece of writing that deals with all three of those things.
Author's Note: This was just some random idea that popped into my head when I saw the name of the underwear company, and decided to experiment with Greg's slight perverted-ness.
Beta Reader: boblet. She's too cool for words.
Rated T for Greg being perverted.


Rock Music and Underwear

Greg flipped through the pages of his magazine, raising his eyebrows in interest. As usual, his rock music was up to eardrum-shattering volume, but Greg still thought it wasn't loud enough.

"Miss Tyra Banks, you have outdone yourself again!" he said as he gazed at the page in his magazine.

Of course, Greg was ignoring his duty as being the goofy lab rat, but he was excelling in the goofy part. He rested his feet up on his desk and leaned back in his swivel chair, sighing as he did so.

He squinted at one picture on the page before him. "Hmm… I don't believe those are real. You could've gotten a better plastic surgeon," he muttered to the blonde model, sporting a push-up bra.

Greg laughed to himself as he looked through the pages of none other than a Victoria's Secret issue. Not just any Victoria's Secret issue, the Valentine's Day issue. As he looked through the underwear section, Greg whistled in approval.

The crazy lab rat didn't hear his boss knock on the door to the room or shout his name. Greg's head shot up, however, when Grissom paused the music.

"Hey, Grissom," Greg said nervously as he tried to hide his sultry underwear magazine underneath other piles of paper.

"What's that?" Grissom asked, aware that Greg had something he was trying to keep secret.

"Nothing," Greg said with a smile.

Grissom grabbed the magazine from where he saw Greg place it and raised an eyebrow at the spiky haired lab technician. Greg smiled innocently when Grissom handed back the Victoria's Secret magazine and left the room. Greg shook his head, turned his music back on, and continued to flip through the pages of models in only bras and underwear. It was just a typical day for Greg, a day full of rock music and underwear.