Hey guys. Sorry for the two weeks without updates. School and rehearsals are getting the best of my time I guess but I've finally dragged my ass out of bed long enough to write. ;-) Anyways, here's chapter 2 and I'm already working on 3 so that should be up soon. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, it makes my day! Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Chapter 2

Wakeup Call

"Greg,"

'5 more minutes;' a slight shove this time.

"Greg!"

'Go the hell away.'

"That's it….fine you want me to get mean about it?" Nothing more then a snore from the comfortable sleeper. Greg smiled slightly in his sleep and nuzzled his head deeper into his arms, thankful that the pestering voice had finally shut up. And now back to a nice relaxing nap…..

'Splash'

"Aghhh cold, freaking COLD!" Greg all but fell off the couch as a glass of icy water made direct contact with his head and neck. His flying jerky motions sent him sprawling to the floor where he landed hard on his ass, glaring up at the smirking woman hovering over him with an empty glass with a few stray ice cubes stuck to the bottom.

"Sara, what the hell was that for?" The young CSI's smirk just widened as she bit off the urge to laugh hysterically at the sight before her. Greg's already messy brown hair stood up in drenched spikes while more water dripped down his nose and forehead giving him the appearance of a drowned rat.

"You wouldn't wake up I told you I was going to get mean about it. You brought this on yourself." She could barely contain the laughter now as Greg's scowl deepened and he pulled himself to his feet, gingerly pulling his soaked T-shirt away from his chest.

"Besides, in case you didn't realize, you fell asleep in Grissom's office and I figure you didn't want your ass getting kicked tonight if he found you snoozing on his couch."

Greg looked around the room and sure enough he was in Grissom's small but impeccably neat and organized office with its shelves of specimen jars and rows of textbooks on the bugs he loved so much. 'Yeesh, I must have been really tired.' he mused to himself as he pushed some of his drenched hair off his forehead and looked around. He had just finished a particularly gruesome crime scene that had taken him the better part of the last sleepless week to work on. They had finally tracked down their guy and he had stumbled back into HQ before heading home to let Grissom know. He supposed he must have fallen asleep waiting for Grissom to come back.

Sara watched him look around the office with a slightly bemused and out of it expression on his face and she smiled slightly. She knew that Greg and Nick had had a particularly rough week and she didn't really blame him for being tired. His eyes finally stopped on the couch where he saw splashes of water from Sara's little wakeup call. It seemed to return to him that he too was soaked and he turned back to Sara.

"True I don't want my ass kicked, but you didn't have to throw water at me." When Sara remained unmoved by his intended murderous glare (which wasn't all that murderous) he decided on another tact for sympathy. Sorrow. Greg hunched his shoulders slightly and wilted into himself, giving Sara the most pitiful look of sadness he could muster.

"Aw poor baby," she said with mock sympathy, giving him a pat on the head to which he whimpered and deepened his pout. They both stared at one another for a minute before Sara finally broke into peels of laughter, causing Greg to scowl deeper.

"I'm sorry you just look so sad...and pathetic. Seriously, I'm sorry I threw water at you but now you know to wake up next time I tell you to. And stop whimpering like that its just water. Be glad I didn't go find one of Grissom's blood experiments and throw that at you. Now go home already, you looked exhausted." Sara managed to calm her laughing jag as Greg nodded his assent and started for the door. Right before leaving the office though, he turned around to Sara with a hint of that mischievous grin crossing his features.

"You're right, I'm going home. But while I'm gone, have fun explaining to Grissom how water stains ended up all over his leather couch." With that, Greg made his quick exit before Sara could say anything but as he walked down the hallway he felt something suspiciously like a balled up piece of paper hit him squarely in the back. Yawning, he slouched through the maze of aquamarine hallways that made up the CSI lab and HQ. As he walked, he glanced through the many glass walls that separated the different areas of the lab. In the AV lab he saw their head tech and geek galore Archie fiddling with one of his many complex machines while another one of his co-workers, Warrick Brown watched over his shoulder. Both seemed too wrapped up in their work to notice his passing so he moved on. Past the break room where Catherine and Nick were drinking coffee and chatting, taking a well deserved break after the closing of their cases. They both looked up as Greg walked by, giving him odd looks as he looked like he'd just climbed out of a swimming pool fully clothed. Greg just smiled and mouthed 'Sara' to which the two chuckled over their coffee and waved him off as he walked to the locker room to retrieve his things. Experience and a few rather nasty episodes had taught him to never wear his good clothes on the job and so he managed to change back into his street clothes and paper towel dry his hair a bit before grabbing his kit out of his locker and make his way to the parking lot.

Stepping outside, Greg took a deep breath of the cool morning air to wake himself up. It was probably around 6:00AM or so and what he needed right now was a hot shower and a long nap before work tonight. Just as he was starting to set off, he heard footsteps behind him and Nick came through the glass doors to join him.

"I was heading out too, figured I'd be a gentleman and escort you to your car." He made a mock bow and grinned at Greg who couldn't help but smile in return. Nick had always had a way of cheering someone up. He wasn't peppy or perky but there was always something in his warm brown eyes and kind smile that seemed to make people feel better.

"Aw, how sweet of you," Greg played along as they both laughed good naturedly and set off towards their cars.

"Sorry to hear about your little Water Worlds episode." Nick smirked gesturing towards Greg's still damp hair. "Now you know not to mess with Sara when she wants you to do something." He grimaced slightly at this "I learned that the hard way."

Greg chuckled as they reached his car, a black Tahoe issued to all CSIs. Nick gave him a firm pat on the shoulder and headed off to his own Tahoe parked halfway across the lot. Greg fiddled around in his pocket for his keys, balancing his field kit on his knee as he did so. Finally coming up triumphant, he inserted the key into the lock only to find that it locked the doors with a 'click' when he did.

'That's weird, guess I forgot to lock the door last night….' Greg mused as he slid into the drivers seat and settled his kit in the passenger seat beside him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up for the ride home. Greg started the engine and turned up the radio, K-Earth 101, classic rock, always a good wake-up tune for the 15 min drive back to his apartment. Adjusting his seat a bit he turned to adjust the rearview mirror a little.

The rearview mirror had revealed a young woman curled up in the backseat of his car, apparently either unconscious or in a deep sleep looking decidedly disheveled and ragged. Greg let out a scream that he was sure could be heard clear back in the Autopsy suite and the girl jolted awake, lurching upright with a hoarse gasp.