Title: Who Knows What?
Disclaimer: I own it the day pigs start to fly, which is not today, at least Throws pigs vainly in the air
Summary: Two of our favorite CSIs are involved and aren't telling the lab. But who really knows what?
A/N: Thank you guys so much for the awesome reveiws! It was really cool to read that the last chapter didn't suck. I'm hoping to get the other story I wrote (Cath's PoV) up this weekend. I was reading through some of my old fics, and I noticed a lot of typos in some. I'm trying to be more careful, but I'm a bit of a spaz, so when I type, I tend to skip some letters or whatnot. Anyways, as promised, here's the next chappie!
Chapter 4: Greg
(Greg's PoV)
I like her. I think I like her much in the same way she liked Grissom. Except my liking her wasn't creepy and gross and just plain wrong.
Ok, so I'm a little biased. But I liked Sara, and even though I figured out (after a while) our relationship was more of a friend-type thing, I still flirted shamelessly with her. It was, is, fun. Plus, she's hot, so if she ever changed her mind, it's not like I'd be upset.
And Nick is just the coolest. He's like that older brother that everyone wants, you know? He laughs and jokes and teases, and I occasionally even learn something from him. But don't tell him I told you that.
Eventually (especially after Catherine and I started having our little "are they or are they not" chats) I got clued into he fact that there was this tiny, subtle shift in Sara's and mine relationship. She didn't really act any different, but she sort of became (to me) like my older brother's girlfriend. The one that smiles and jokes with you, but the one that ultimately comes over to the house to see "big bro". Big Bro, in my case, is Nick.
Does this make any sense?
Like, before, when I used cheesy pick-up lines on Sara, she'd laugh and toss a barb right back. Nick would sort of tense up and glance at her, promptly changing the subject. Now, though, when I do the same thing, Sara still laughs and shoots something back at me. But Nick doesn't get all tense. He just seems kind of relaxed, sporting a lazy grin, and laughs good-naturedly at the exchange. If he's in a really good mood, he might even join in with a few comments of his own.
It used to be like he was jealous. Like he was thinking, "what if Sara actually responds to the handsome and charming Greg's advances?" Now he's more, "I have nothing to worry about because Sara's with me, even though any woman would be a fool not to respond to the handsome and charming Greg's advances."
Something like that, anyways.
Its obvious to me they're together, and I'm fine with that. Good for them; I'm happy for them both. I'd be happier still if they'd just drop the charade and just, I dunno, make out right here in my lab. I can't very easily leave my experiments unguarded so I can go gallivanting off to get a picture. And I would so dearly love a picture. You see, Catherine has this ongoing bet with Warrick, and she said she'd cut me in for 20 of the winnings if I help her get some solid proof.
I lent her my camera-phone. Those two've got a good chunk of change riding on this, and I'm not about to turn down 20.
Plus I figure when she gets a picture, and when I get the phone back, I could milk a few favors out of them in exchange for not plastering the photo all over the lab.
I say "when" and not "if" because it's really just a matter of time before we catch them in the act.
"Coffee breaks" they say, even though they come back looking a little too happy, if you know what I mean.
I always have to bite my tongue to keep from saying, "Coffee break, huh? Is that what they're calling it these days?"
End Chapter 4
A/N: Let me know what you think and I just might post the next one (which, by the way, is a little insight into non other than… Warrick! If that's not motivation, I don't know what is)