Title: " Suffocate Me
Summary: Greg is having a hard time with his life and leaves work one day to figure his problems out. But somebody has other plans for him.
Rating: PG-13 for languge, violance, and mentionings of rape
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, Greg, Nick, Grissom, or any of the other charecters. I am merely borrowing them.
" Suffocate Me"
Chapter 1: Pencils on the Ceiling
Greg Sanders sat in the lounge staring at the ceiling. The break room was empty and quiet except for the sound of coffee brewing. He didn't honestly know why he was in the room. He had things he was supposed to be doing. Sifting through evidence, running DNA samples, documenting findings. After a while, it got boring for him and was just a blur in his mind. Greg wanted a change of scenery. Something other that his same old lab he was in everyday. A change was what he wanted. He could adapt to change better than most people. Greg couldn't stand the same old routines that had become of his life.
He pulled out a few pencils from his pocket and decided to play a game. He'd play darts with them, using the ceiling as his dartboard. Greg threw one and hit the ceiling but broke the lead. He shrugged and threw another. Bullseye. It stuck at an angle, looking as though it would fall. He threw more pencils until he had no more. He sighed and waited until another brilliant idea struck him.
Sara Sidle walked in and poured herself a cup of coffee and noticed Greg.
" Hey," she greeted.
" Mmm," Greg replied.
He didn't turn around to say hi or acknowledge her presence; he just kept staring at the ceiling. Sara walked over to Greg's eat and tapped his shoulder, trying to tear his attention away.
" What? I don't have the test results in, maybe later, if that's okay with you," Greg snapped.
" What's your problem?" Sara asked sarcastically, taking her coffee and leaving Greg alone with his ceiling.
"Whatever," he muttered and got up," Piss off Sara and Grissom'll be on your ass."
Sure enough, Grissom came walking in right after Greg finished his sentence.
" Greg, you're not on break. What are you doing in here?" he asked.
" My lab blew up," Greg said nonchalantly, walking out of the room.
Grissom stood in the lounge, very confused, but irritated at Greg. Warrick walked up to Greg just as he was heading to his lab. Greg just waited for him to ask a question.
" Hey Greg, did you happed to process the hairs I gave you?" Warrick asked.
" Well, you see, I haven't been in my lab for about an hour. But I'll tell you what. I have this thing I like to call a phone and when I get around to it, I'll page you. How does that sound?" Greg asked, leaving Warrick dumbfounded.
Greg walked into his lab and grabbed his sunglasses and evidence. He wrote a quick note and posted it on the door. He took the evidence and gave it to Hodges.
" Here," Greg said, " Grissom let me take a week off and had me give you these to you. Enjoy."
He left Hodges office and the building. He didn't feel bad for lying to Hodges. Greg never liked him much anyway. He got into his car and sped out of the parking lot. Greg's newfound freedom made him a little happier that what he had been. He finally got the change he wanted, even at the expense of others. He rolled down the windows and enjoyed whatever he was going to do.