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: Ugh... sorry it took me so long to write this chapter. I kinda had a hard time. KINDA! lol Well I promise thee' action shall come in a few days.
"You feel like watching a movie or something?"
"Sure. I'd love it."
"Okay. We've got: Grease, The Skeleton Key, Saturday Night Fever, or... The Notebook."
"Oh! Let's watch Grease! It use to be my favorite movie when I was a kid!" Greg popped in the movie and walked back to the couch. Sara grabbed his hand and pulled him down on the couch next to her.
"Who's your favorite character?" He leaned back on the arm rest of the couch and brought her down with him. She snuggled up to him and turned to her to watch TV.
"I like Marty."
"What! You don't like Sandy?"
"Yeah. I like Sandy, it's just... she was never my favorite character as a kid." He brought his hand up and started playing with her hair. "That tickles. Stop it," She said softly. He smirked and continued to play with her hair and neck. "Greg."
"Yes, honey bunny?"
"Honey bunny? Where in the world did-"
"Shhh. The good part is coming on!"
"I wonder what Gil and Cath are doing."
"Sara! Aww! See? Now I missed the part where Sandy and Dany proclaim their love for each other and start making out on the beach!"
"Oh suck it up."
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"Hey, Cath... feel like watching a movie?"
"Ugh... sure. I guess."
"What do you feel like watching?"
"Doesn't matter. Do we have, The Notebook?"
"Why, yes we do."
"GOODY! That one!" He turned the movie on and sat next to her. The minute he sat down, she crawled into his lap and grabbed his hand; lacing their fingers together.
"You can never keep your hands to yourself, can you?" She let go of his hand and stretched. Her shirt came up and little and he smirked. He ran his fingers over her stomach and she jumped.
"Damnit! Your fingers are like ice cubs! Get em' off!" He placed his whole hand on her stomach and she let out a small scream. "GIL!"
"What?"
"Go stick your hands in the microwave or something, not under my shirt."
"Aww. But your shirt's warm."
"You put your hands on your stomach and see how well you like it."
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Sara had her head rested on his chest and yawned. Greg kissed her forehead and looked down at her.
"Tired?"
"Very."
"You wanna go to sleep?"
"No. I wanna finish the movie."
"Alright. Whatever you want." She tightened her grip on him and smiled into his chest.
"Hmm. You smell good."
"So what? You're sniffing me now?"
"Well would you rather me hold my breath and suffocate?"
"Ahh. Good question."
"We should've watched The Notebook. That would've kept me awake."
"The Notebook? Isn't that Catherine's favorite movie? She practically screamed it the night we all went see it."
"Ahh yes. I can see why she liked it too. It's got some very romantic action in it."
"We'll watch it tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure." He picked her up and carried her in his arms. He went to walk up the stairs, but Sara struggled to get down.
"What's wrong?"
"You're not going to carry me up these stairs, are you?"
"Ah huh."
"Greg! NO! Put me down!"
"I'm not going-"
"You're going to drop me! I know you will!"
"I will not!"
"Don't try and act like Nick, you little shrimp."
"Little shrimp? Sara... I'm hurt." He made a pout and watched as she turned her head. He made it to their bedroom and threw her on the bed.
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"Damn. We should've watched Grease. This movie only gives me... ideas."
"What kind of ideas?"
"Very, very bad ideas."
"You nimfo."
"Nimfo? I'm a nimfo! How DARE you call me a nimfo..." He looked down at her and smirked. "What's a nimfo?" He laughed and brushed the hair away from her neck. He leaned forward and kissed her neck until she had enough.
"Nimfo, my dear, means sex addict." She snorted and gave him 'the' look.
"And I'M the nimfo?"
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The next day...
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"Put on the hat, Greg."
"No! Get it away from me!"
"It's just a hat!"
"A very ugly looking hat."
"You're going to have to wear it!"
"No I won't."
"Greg, when you walk in that house... you'll be the only one not wearing a hat." He sighed as Sara put on the small golf cap with a fuzzy little ball sitting on top of it. "AWW! You look so CUTE!"
"That's it! I'm DEFFINATLY not wearing it now."
"Oh yes you are. Do you want to look like an idiot in front of all those guys?"
"Fine. I'll wear the hat. But you, you've got to wear... this." He held up a short, white sundress.
"No! I'm not wearing that!"
"Welcome to my world, sweetheart."
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"Gil, take that silly thing off!"
"What?" He gave her a pout and readjusted his golf hat in the mirror. "I like my little golf hat."
"Well I don't. It makes you look like an idiot."
"So what are you saying? You're racist against golf hats, now?"
"Gil, don't argue. Just take it off."
"Make me." Catherine turned around and grabbed him by his shoulders. She pinned him against the door of their bedroom and looked up at the hat.
"Now take it off."
"Oooooh. Cath-e-rine. You like to play rough, huh?" He grabbed her wrists and switched places with her. She moaned and looked up.
"Gil... Sara and Greg are coming over to spend the day and if they catch us like this, so help me God... I'm going to hurt you." He laughed. The doorbell rang and Catherine went move, but she was still pinned against the door.
"I'm still waiting for my good morning kiss."
"Should have thought of that before you decided to argue with me." She pushed him off of her and went downstairs to answer the door. Gil took off his hat and carried it in his hands when he saw Greg walk in with the same hat on and Sara in a short sun dress.
"See! I told you no one was going to wear one! Yes!" Greg turned to Sara and went to take off his hat but Gil shouted.
"See, Catherine? Everyone's wearing one! Please! Let me wear it!" Gil pouted and Catherine put her hands on her hips. She tapped her foot and stared back and forth between Greg and Gil.
"Fine."
"Yay!" He jumped up and put his hat back on. Gil walked over to Greg and threw an arm around Greg's shoulder. "Oh we're going to have such a great time today, Greggo."
"Right," Greg said rolling his eyes.
"So why are you two going to that guy's house anyway?" Sara stood next to Catherine and put her hands on her hips, also.
"Well... those are the guys we suspect as the kidnappers and they invited us to watch golf on their satellite dish," Gil explained.
"Yeah! And what about you two, huh? You don't go shopping three days in a row just to go over to some woman's house and talk about romance novels," Greg said crossing his arms and doing his best impression of one of those suspect women.
"No. We believe the women that we're watching are some suspects in the kidnappings too, for your information!"
"And they invited us to their girl's night out, which is tonight," Catherine looked around and then at her watch. "And we will be leaving in about... seven hours."
"Tonight?" Greg sat up and looked at Sara.
"Yeah. Why?"
"I thought we were suppose to watch, The Notebook tonight!" Greg pouted and Sara laughed.
A/N: Wellps? Telllll me how ya like it. :D