Young, Married, and Undercover?
Raiting: It's safe for all you peeps out there! I think. Let me know if you guys feel different.
Summary: Greg, Sara, Gil, and Catherine go undercover as married couples in a town where couples have been suspected of kidnapping their own children. But when something in the case goes wrong, Greg realizes something very important.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or CSI. Ugh... if I use any songs, I don't own those either. :)
A/N: Haha. Yes. Rob and Laura from The Dick Van Dyke Show and YES. Jamie and Paul from Mad About you. And YES!That line is from The X-Files! LOL! Glad you guys noticed. What intelligent little CSIs you are. :D
Gil and Greg were walking through the house when Monica's husband, Darrin, walked up to them.
"Hey Rob. Who's your friend?"
"Oh. Darrin, this is my friend Paul. Paul, this is Darrin, Monica's husband." They shook hands and walked to a larger group of guys.
"So... Rob, Paul. What do you guys do?"
"Oh um... I work for the newspaper."
"And you, Rob?"
"Ugh... I run an old family business. Nothing big, but still time consuming."
By the end of the party, Sara and Catherine had already started walking home, half drunk... half tired.
"Sara..."
"Wh-what?"
"I need chicken."
"Me too."
"Shopping?"
"Shopping."
"Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
"Night Laura."
"Night Jamie." They walked to their own houses and passed out on the bed. Greg had just walked in the house when he saw Sara on the couch. He laughed and bent down to brush the hair out of her face.
"Sara?"
"Hmm. Greg? Paul?"
"No, no. Greg."
"Greg... me and Laura need chicken." He held back his laughter and kissed her forehead.
"How much did you have to drink, Sara?"
"Ohhh not much."
"Come on. Let's get you to bed."
"Bed? Yes. Bed is good." He helped her off the couch and slowly walked upstairs with her in his arms. He laid her down on the bed and placed the covers over her. He climbed in bed himself and sighed. She turned on her side and smiled at him. "You're really cute." His eyes snapped towards her. He blushed and shook his head.
"Remind me never to let you drink again."
"How come we've never gotten together?"
"Sara..."
"Oh yeah. We're married!" She held up her hand and looked at her wedding ring.
"Get some rest, Sara. You'll need it."
"What I need... is this." She leaned over and kissed him. He hesitated at first, but slowly put his arms around her. He softly pushed her off of him and frowned.
"Sara, I can't do this to you. You're... not acting like yourself."
"So you don't want to kiss me?"
"No! I didn't say that! I just... I couldn't take advantage of you like this."
"You won't. Now kiss me!" He stared at her before he gave in and kissed her again. She slipped her hands underneath his undershirt and he jumped.
"Ar-are you sure?"
"Sure?"
"About this." He kissed her and looked into her eyes. She softly smiled and nodded her head.
When they woke up, it was dark outside. Rain drops were slowly falling onto the glass window in their bedroom that over-looked the town. Sara woke up and noticed she was oddly close to Greg. She put her hand to her head and moaned. He woke up and rolled over.
"Hey... how you feeling?"
"Like crap." He laughed and pulled her back to him. She snuggled up to his chest while he played with her hair and kissed her neck.
"Well next time we're going to have to hide the drinks from you." She laughed and poked him in the chest.
"And you're going to tell me you didn't get drunk last night?"
"I'm very proud to say, as bad as I was tempted, I didn't. Gil got into it pretty bad though."
"So what's on our 'to-do' list today besides spy on half the couples in the town?"
"Well Gil and I are suppose to be meeting with the 'guys' at the golf course. They're into that boring stuff." She laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Rich people!" He smiled and moved his arms from her waist as she rolled out of the bed and walked into the bathroom.
"What about you and Catherine?"
"Oh. Ugh... probably shopping."
"Again?"
"That's what us wives do. Shop, clean, shop, clean,... and shop some more."
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Gil woke up with Catherine sleeping directly on top of him. He smiled and softly shook her.
"Cath... honey?"
"Hmpf."
"Baby, wake up."
"I'm up, I'm... hmmm." She rolled off of him and almost fell off the bed. He caught her before she fell and kissed her on the cheek.
"You need a nice, hot shower."
"I need some aspirin and more sleep."
"Not my fault you had one too many drinks last night, sweetheart."
"Be the loving husband I married and go get me those aspirin. I don't trust my legs." He laughed and got her aspirin. When he came back, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the clock.
"What's wrong?"
"I was suppose to go shopping today with Sara."
"I don't think Sara's-" He was cut off by the phone. Catherine put her head under the pillow and screamed.
"ANSWER IT ALREADY!"
"Hello? Okay. Hang on." He handed Catherine the phone. "For you."
"Hello?"
"Cath. It's me. Ugh... are we still going shopping today?"
"Yeah. Of course. Why?"
"Well it looks like it's about to start pouring outside and I was just wondering..."
"Oh. Well... we better leave before it gets bad."
"I'll be at your place in a few minutes, kay?"
"Sure. Bye."
" 'We better leave?' Well ya know what? I refuse to sign the divorce papers!" Gil crossed his arms and shook his head. She laughed and started getting dressed.
"No. We're going shopping."
"Again?" She gave him a look, finished getting ready, and walked downstairs just in time for the doorbell to ring. Greg and Sara were standing outside with an umbrella protecting them from the weather.
"She walks! She's alive!" Greg smiled when he saw Catherine.
"Alright. What did Sara tell you? I didn't drink any more than she did!" She threw up her hands in defeat and giggled. Sara looked around and then at Catherine.
"Hey... we better get going. I think we might catch some of girls there if we leave now."
"Okay... well, I'll see you later." Catherine turned to Gil and stood on her toes to reach him in a kiss. Sara blew a kiss to Greg and they left. Greg turned to Gil and smirked.
"What happened last night, Greg?"
"Oh... nothing."
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Catherine and Sara walked through the local mall with shopping bags hanging from their hands. They came across the same three women they saw at the party and walked over to them.
"Laura! Jamie! Great to see you here!"
"Yeah."
"Hmm. Looks like you two had fun." Vanessa, the blonde, pointed to their bags and smirked.
"Oh yeah. Well... the guys let us take the credit cards. Anything to get away from the wife, I guess." Sara looked past Vanessa and stared at the other two women.
"So what are you three doing here, exactly?"
"Shopping, of course. It's girl's night, tonight. Why don't you two come along?" Sara gave Catherine a look.
"Um... sure. Where are we going?"
"Oh, I don't know. Eat out, maybe. Go to a few clubs."
"Great. We'll ugh... meet you at 7?"
"7 it is." They all walked away, going in different directions, when Catherine stopped Sara.
"Do you have any idea what we just ourselves into?"
"A girls night out? Come on! We don't even know if these are the kidnappers or not."
"I'll bet anything they are."
"Alright. Look. Later tomorrow night, if things get out of hand, we tell them there's trouble back home. We leave, contact Ecklie, and the whole thing is settled. Alright?"
"Fine. Whatever."
"Now... if you're done complaining like a four-year old, can we please get back to shopping?"
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"FORK!" The guys looked at Greg and held back their laughter. Gil jogged over to him and grabbed his club.
"Greg... you say 'fort', not 'fork'."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well... can I drive the golf cart?"
"Why on earth would you want to drive that thing?"
"It's fun! Have you ever been dragged by one of these babies? Does some serious damage."
"No. I guess I found better use of my time than to get dragged by a golf cart."
"Oh come on! Grab the beer, get some chips, and let's floor this baby out of here!Golf ishellaboring!"
"Greg, I don't think-"
"Rob! Paul!" Darrin jogged up to them and gave them his 'I'm rice and I can do whatever the hell I want' smile. "We're having a get together tomorrow. Maybe watch some golf on the satellite. Wanna join, us?"
"Oh we-" Gil started, but Greg interupted. There was no way he wanted to sit with a bunch of loser, rich guys and watch a boring game for 5 million hours.
"We have other-"
"We have other plans but I'm sure-" Gil threw him an evil look and packed his clubs into their case.
"I'm sure our wives wouldn't-"
"Mind if we went."
"Great! It's settled. Meet us at the house around... 7. Sounds good?"
"Sounds fuc-"
"Sounds fun! Fun. Sounds... FUN." Darrin walked away, leaving Gil and Greg alone. Once he was out of sight, Gil whacked Greg in the back of the head. "What the hell were you THINKING?"
"I am NOT about to watch golf with a bunch of stuck up rich men who smell bad because you think it's a good idea."
"These might be our suspects, Greg! Don't you realize that?"
"Suspect or not... nothing will get me to like golf. NOTH-ING." Gil rolled his eyes and they headed for the car.
A/N: Ugh oh:O Haha. Thanks for all your reviews on the first chapter. You guys rock, rock, rock! Hope this chapter was a little better for all the Greg/Sara shippers out there. :D