Like Sara
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, but I do own all the original characters in this fic, a Lonely Planet guide to Mexico, and half a corn tamale.
Rating: K
A/N: Yes, I know this fic makes Greg seem a little obsessed and needy, but that was just the way it came out.
Chapter One: Taking Classes
I guess you could say I have a lot of interests. Not hobbies – I don't spend enough time on them to call them that – but interests. I've just never seen the point in sitting around the house being bored. I mean, just because you work nights that doesn't mean you can't get out, try new things and meet new people, right? In fact, trying new things and meeting new people could even be considered part of my duty as a CSI: I need a wide range of experiences to help me in my work.
And it's not like working nights is a problem in Las Vegas. Half the city works nights, not just law enforcement, keeping things going for the tourists. There are the casino workers, the restaurant and bar staff, the people in the hotels, not to mention the many and varied entertainers who call Las Vegas home. It's a wonder you see anyone on the streets during the day, really.
All of which means that Las Vegas is a city geared towards the night worker. There are classes first thing in the morning, which are always interesting. Half the class has just woken up and the other half are on our way home to bed.
There are classes mid-morning - you get a lot of moms at those, after they've dropped the kids to school – and there are classes in the afternoon and early evening too. For some reason those classes attract more students than the others.
Anyway, I have a lot of interests, and I meet a lot of interesting people…