You Slay Me
Disclaimer : I don't own C.S.I. The idea of a Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, who created Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
I do own Jamie, Greg's grandfather, Shauna, Luke, Robbie and Fagan.
A new intern joins the Las Vegas graveyard shift. Why is she so mysterious? And what is Grissom hiding from the rest of the team. Especially Catherine?
Pairings : Catherine/Grissom, Jamie/OC, Jamie/Greg, Sara/Nick
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I brushed away a strand of stray hair away from my face, as I hefted a medium sized cardboard box. I dumped it next to the other cardboard boxes labelled 'Jamie Williams'. I was moving these boxes from out in the hallway to inside my living room.
I had just moved to Las Vegas and was unpacking my belongings in my new apartment. I kind of owned it. Not that I'd bought it or anything, it was just that my bosses let me have it - which was rather nice of them.
It was raining outside. It was pretty cold to go out at night anyway. Fagan, my cat meowed as he hopped on to my single-seater couch. I sighed as went into the hallway for the next box. The moving-van men had offered to move these in along with the furniture. I wish I hadn't declined. It wasn't as if I wasn't strong enough – I was probably stronger than they were. It was just that I had thought that I could handle it myself. I'd know which boxes had fragile stuff as even though I had labelled most of them I had forgotten to label some in my moving frenzy.
My heater was on, so it was warm in the apartment.
I hefted what felt like the hundredth box, back into my apartment. I kept it down. I went back out, into the hallway outside my apartment. Just five more left. I quickly hefted four in. One more was remaining. As I bent over to pick it up, I heard a door open, and instantly stood up. I looked up to see a cute guy standing there.
" Um, hi. My name's Jamie. Just moved in here, " I said rather quickly, in my British accent, waving my hand in the direction of my apartment door. It was embarrassing to be seen this way; all sweaty and dishevelled.
" It's okay, " he replied with a smile. " By the way, the name's Greg. Greg Sanders. "
" Oh. Yeah. Jamie. Jamie Williams. " I said, quite flustered.
-()- God, I must have sounded like a total idiot.-()-
" Need any help with that ? " he asked with a smile.
" Yeah, sure. I feel like I just finished building a pyramid. Though it would need a whole lot more boxes to accomplish that. Big boxes. "
-()- Great job Jamie, impress the man with your lame jokes and knowledge of Egyptian history. Scare him off before you can go on a date. –()-
He chuckled.
" Besides, " he said with a Cheshire-cat like grin, as he bent to pick it up. " Wouldn't slaves be doing the work for you, Cleopatra ? "
I gave him a huge smile. What were the chances of being a neighbour to a cute guy who knows about Egyptian history ?
" I took a ' History of Great Empires Through The Ages ' class, in college, " he explained with an embarrassed smile. " Sounded interesting at the time, besides you never know . . . " he sounded like he was explaining his reasons for knowing that.
" What a coincidence ! I did too ! Where was it you schooled ? " I asked even more excited.
He turned to me after keeping the box down in my living room. " I ' schooled ' at the University Of Hull for a year - about three semesters. I was on a scholarship. Then I came back here and attended the local University. Anyways, I took the class there. "
" I was there as well. But I stayed put. Were you in Professor Merton's class ?" I said with a smile.
" Yes at the beginning then I was transferred to Professor Gamble's class, " He looked at the watch and swore. "Oh SHIT ! SHIT SHIT SHIT ! I was suppose to be there five minutes ago. SHIT ! "
-()- Probably late for a date. What was I thinking ! He probably has a girlfriend. I mean WHO would NOT date HIM ? –()-
" No. Work. Sorry. Gotta go ! " he said ruefully. He gave me a sad smile and left.
" Hey Greg ! " I yelled out. " Maybe you could come over tomorrow night. I'll be all set up by then. "
" No can do, " he said sadly, " I work nights. How about lunch ? On the weekend ? I'm pretty much swamped at work. And I can help unpack. If you still need help that is. "
" Definitely. It's good anyway, I start my new job tomorrow. So the weekend would be perfect. " I answered.
" So you can then fill me in on your first two days at work. It's a date, " he confirmed before giving me a smile before noticing my clock and hurrying off.
-()- Nice ass ! –()-
I smiled and got back to work. It seemed much more easier knowing that I had something to look forward to in two more days.
-()- Better start with the clothes. I will need something to wear to work tomorrow.-()-
I was done within half an hour. And quickly started working on my living room. I did need some place to relax tomorrow after work and all. That took me another one hour before I unpacked my alarm, picked out tomorrows outfit, packed my satchel with my curriculum vitae and other important documents ate an apple and went to sleep.
I woke up a little after lunch time the next day and realised I hadn't set my alarm which was okay, even though I was running a little late; My job did start at 9:00 p.m. . I unpacked my dishes and stocked up my storeroom. I unpacked the television and plugged in my DVD player and VCR as well after I was done. Better stock up on the refrigerator, I decided; so I ran down to the local supermarket.
I picked up a huge jar of Jalapenos and put them in the cart. I love them. I love spicy food; period. So far I had picked up milk, bread, a bunch of bananas, five apples, two packs of crisps (chips), salsa, taco shells, lettuce and a huge tub of Ben and Jerry's. As I put two tins of tuna fish into my cart I heard someone yell out. When I looked up I saw a shopping cart with no one behind it hurtling towards me.
For a moment everything seemed to be in slow motion. I flattened my self against my trolley and grabbed the handle of the runaway trolley and jerked it backwards. It stopped. When I looked up I saw a cute dark haired man walk towards me.
" I am SO sorry for that, " he apologised.
" No problem, " I replied. I handed his cart back to him.
" My nephew, Robbie was playing with it. "
" It's okay I'm fine, " I reassured him. I could see Robbie standing, more like hiding behind him. He looked to be about four years old. He looked adorable with the floppy mushroom-cut, brown hair and wide green eyes. He was chewing his bottom lip nervously.
" Those were some impressive reflexes , " he said looking quite impressed.
" That was nothing, I work out every day. " I said blushing.
I looked at my watch – I was running late ! Well not exactly. I had to get there early so my new boss could go over my papers.
" I have to leave, right now, I'm late, sorry, " I apologised as I pushed my trolley away in a hurry.
" Um, excuse me ! " he yelled out.
" MY name's Luke, what's yours ? "
" Jamie ! " I yelled back.
At the checkout counter I threw in some chocolate bars and a jar of coffee powder. I had three tins of cat food back home. I have to remember to feed Fagan. On my way home I saw a Starbucks. I rushed in with my groceries and ordered a tuna fish sandwich on brown bread and a turkey and mayonnaise sandwich in a bun. I rushed upstairs, took a shower, got dressed, fed Fagan, grabbed a bottle of water jammed my folder into my bag and ran down stairs after wearing my sneakers.
Luckily in school I was on the track team and the relay team. I rushed to the Starbucks and paid for my order and collected it, and started eating the turkey sandwich as I ran. On my way there I ran past a second hand store where I instantly stopped. There were a pair of sleek, sexy, black knee-length boots which I fell in love with. I ran inside and asked the old store keeper the price.
" It's fake leather, " he informed me, " so it's only fifteen dollars. "
All my life, I've been able to tell whether something is fake or not. Like my best friend Ashley's engagement ring. Fake. Even though her fiancée kept telling her it was real. But it turned out I was right; he'd bought from a cheap trinket shop.
So those same senses were tingling now. My brother Matthew calls it my ' Spider-sense ' . These were made of real leather. " I'll take them. " I announced after a second. I wrapped them up in a plastic bag and stored them in my satchel.
I rushed out after that, kept asking for directions, took two wrong turns and managed to get there by 8:25. I informed the receptionist who directed to my new bosses office. After a few minutes I was in front of his door. I had five minutes to spare before my appointment with him. I went back to her and asked for directions to the restroom.
I rushed into it and quickly freshened myself up by washing my face. I looked up into the mirror. My shoulder-length auburn hair still had streaks of Lavender which I had planned on removing before work started but had I had no time. It was all messed up – it looked like I had just gotten up. I tried to use my fingers as a comb to straighten it out. Thank God I have natural waves. I managed to look presentable. I quickly put on my coat which I had not worn in a hurry and slung the satchel over my shoulder. At least I would look relaxed instead of like I ran the Olympics to get here. I put on a coat of lip-balm. I was ready to go.
I quickly headed to my new boss' door and checked my watch – 8:30 – I was on time. I knocked and put my head around the door. And asked, " Mr. Grissom, may I come in ? "
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This is it for chapter 1. More Gil/Cath and Nick/Sara shall be featured.