Disclaimer: As said before, I don't know any characters in CSI, or else, I won't be a "nobody"…
AN: To those who are waiting for the update of this fic, I am so sorry I haven't updated in a long while. I don't want you to think I've abandoned this fic, because I'm not…The next update is going to take a while, at least a week, because I have camp.
TheSiriusSparrow: Thanks for letting me know. I was kinda confused with the tenses, too. Sorry about that. I worked on it, and I changed most of it to present tense, because I want you to read it like the character is talking to you and I'm writing what they're thinking about currently. Let me know if I did okay…thanks:)
I've been working here in this lab for about six years. I was 24 when I started here, and people always looked at me and said: "Shouldn't you be in a band or something?" They asked me why I thought I wanted to be part of a lab instead of being some happy-go-lucky idiot.
Some days I think to myself that compared to all these brilliant people here in LVCL, I am the happy-go-lucky idiot. I mean, look at me. Spiky hair, loud music, crazy antics…the last thing you'd think is a scientist.
Though I'm still not a full-blown scientist yet, a lot of people help me to be one.
Grissom is probably the oddest person I know. Not like "fifth dimension" odd, though. He races cockroaches, he has a radiated pig, and he has a Shakespearean quote for every situation. Well, most of the time.
Grissom is a man of mystery to everyone. I gotta hand it to him. I mean, being the supervisor of the graveyard shift of the number two best lab in the country, he still is acting like he's low key. No one knows what he does en his day-offs or on holidays. All we know about his personal life is that he was from Illinois somewhere. Everything about Grissom connects to forensics or bugs.
Grissom was never a boss to me. He may act one sometimes, but he wasn't the "force your workers to be pencil-pushers" type of boss. When I went to that coin collection shop, I told the guy that Grissom was "a friend of mine". I've wanted to say that for quite a while now.
Grissom teaches you in a very subtle way, that you won't even call it teaching. He slips in bits and pieces of information here and there, and then I'd just remember it because it's my goal to please Grissom.
Catherine is a woman beyond words. She's a single mom, supervisor to the swing shift, ex-stripper, forensic scientist, daughter of a casino mogul…you'd wonder why she doesn't have a reality show. Catherine is a very strong-willed woman. She's just…oh, man. When I was still a lab tech, I used to have the funniest times when she comes by.
I've had a crush on her since I started working here, but that slowly faded away. It turned into a very friendly fondness.
Now, I rarely get to see her. I'd bump into her around the halls and we'd say our "hey's" and carry on. No more jokes and innuendos…just plain old "Hey, Greg."
Warrick is the coolest guy anyone will ever meet. He has this air into him that blows past you when he works. He's just so laid back, but he gets down to business really quick, and he does it with poise and hard work.
Warrick was the only one who probably never got pissed off at me. That's honoring, really. I'm an annoying guy, and he's pretty serious at times…oil and water.
I rarely see him, too. I only get to see him when we take breaks at the same time. Bumping into each other around the halls doesn't really count, because it's just not the same without actually talking to him.
That's why he, Nick, and I started this tradition. Everyday we have the same off day, we'd go to the batting cages, or play paintball, or just go to clubs and stuff. Sometimes, we hang out at each other's places to watch a movie or drink beer or play our guitars.
Sara Sidle is a near perfection. She's beautiful, smart, and dedicated. Her only flaw is people. Sara was never a people person, and she will never be. But despite that, she can share jokes, have a laugh, and even flirt.
I've been pining for her ever since she stepped into my lab and paced around waiting for results to come back for the Holly Gribbs case. I've never kept up a crush this long, and I don't think any person ever has. It's not an obsession, though. It's a stupid infatuation that can be perfectly stated by the song, "Puberty Love." I haven't really gone subtle with my attraction to her. I was blatant, to be exact—and she knows it. I wasn't her type, and both of us know it.
I've been closer to Sara these past months because of the shift split. She acts as my mentor, and she's doing a great job, as far as I can tell. The more I get closer to her, though, the more my infatuation decreases. I just think that we have a better relationship when she teaches me things as well as being a close friend.
Nick. Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick. He is greatness personified. He's strong personified. He's kindness personified. Nick Stokes is someone that should grace the cover of a heroic comic book. No one can ever hold a candle to Nick. No, not even Grissom.
I've looked up to Nick ever since I got to meet him. I looked up at him as every little boy looked up to a super hero. He was always the one I'd go to when I have women problems, social problems, or just when life gets bumpy. There should be a bumper sticker that says: "What Would Nick Do?" on every car whose owners know him.
I've messed with Nick a lot of times, and I learned a lot from him after those. One: he hates people invading his privacy. Two: he is not a playboy. You see, Nick gets around women because he knows how to treat women, not because he's sleazy. He gets around women a lot because he performs tests on them, trying to see if they're "the one". No one has caught him yet, but Nick said he found "the one". He didn't tell me who.
Nick is not the same Nick anymore. Happy, optimistic Nick became bitter Nick. He tries to hide it, though all of us know it. I mean, I don't blame him. I mean, would you expect a person who was buried in a god damned Plexiglass coffin with explosives underneath for half a freakin' day to be the same person? Would you expect him to be jolly as he can be, desperately trying to forget that one person planned his death?
Nick earned my utmost respect. If anyone else had been in his place, we'd be missing a person. But no. He held it together. I don't think anyone else could be that strong except my buddy, Nick.
Brass wasn't someone I come across with often. From what I heard, captain Brass is tough. I remember the time when I processed his daughter's DNA and his, and it showed that he wasn't her biological father, and he insisted that he was. Though I haven't really been close to him, I consider him part of the graveyard shift family.
Doc Robbins has been here for quite a while, but I still haven't really got to mingle with him as the rest of the CSI's do. He was actually quite impressed with me that I didn't pass out or throw up when I had my first autopsy (losing my virginity, as Sara put it). It amazes me how much he can tolerate examining dead bodies, you know?
David, the other coroner, I've never seen him a lot. I think I may have seen him once. Every time Nick, Warrick, and I talked and shared jokes, I hear quite a lot that David is a weird guy and is always the butt of their jokes.
Hodges…that asshole. I mean, who really cares if I spelled "fountain" the Norwegian way? Geez, that guy is lab enemy number one. Well, he was. Rumor has it that if it hadn't been for him, we'd all be dead. And, ironically, right before we found out Nick was kidnapped, Hodges and I played Dukes of Hazzard. He said I still haven't gotten to experience the "full David Hodges experience". Honestly, I think I got along with him really well. The guy's not half bad, you know? And it struck me that he said he missed the "old Greg", with the "ugly T-shirts, goofy hair, and semi-pornographic magazines"…I mean, this is Hodges we're talking about. Wait a minute…how did he know about the magazines? Nick was the only one to actually find out where it was (and is)…or was he?
Bobby Dawson…hmm…I don't think I've seen him. I mean, when I'm on a case, I'm usually with someone else, and that person deals with the ballistics part. So…yeah…
Jacqui is such a fun woman. She never backs down from a challenge. Say that time where I made a bet with her. We raced on who could process the evidence faster. She was a real contender. And she complied to wearing my old Swami hat…heh.
Archie is a pretty cool guy. I was actually pretty jealous of him because he once was the "right tool for the job" as per Nick. He helped Nick out in the field, and I was pretty jealous that Nick chose Archie instead of me. But I got over that. He gives me cheats to video games…one of my job perks.
I've come a long way from being the lab tech goof ball to a CSI in training. I once told Grissom that I could've been a rock star. Thinking about it, I'd pick being a CSI trainee over a rock star any day.
Rock stars have entourage, groupies, and managers. I have another extended family.
AN: I know it's not as funny and it's not very Greg-esque, but I've been running out of creative juices lately...PLEASE R/R!