I love you people sooo much, you are all my valentines! Thanks so much for the great reviewer response, it makes the writing that much more enjoyable.
And as a special valentine treat, here is the next chapter, and this has some harsh swearing at some points which is why the rating is so high, hope I don't offend anyone. Enjoy.
Miles in His Shoes
By Goody
A few streets away and covering ground quickly, Greg was splitting his attention between the road and the shaky barrel of the gun that remained trained on him. What he didn't try to think about was the absolute throbbing in his arm or the blood trickling down his sleeve, although those thoughts may have been more comforting than the way Miguel continued to twitch and shake. As they drove he constantly looked behind them to see if they were being followed and never seemed satisfied. He seemed to be suffering from a bit of paranoia, and though Greg could understand why Miguel would be shaken up after just being shot at like that, he couldn't quite sympathize with the gun in his unsteady hand.
"Could you possibly not point that at me?" he asked quietly, voice shaking, though he was sure to be polite.
"Shut up and keep driving. You drive until I tell you to stop and you try any of that crashing the car to get away shit and I swear there'll be a bullet in your temple before you hit anything," Miguel ordered. "Go left."
Greg did so but then watched as Miguel ran a hand through his hair. It came out damp, the man had quickly begun to sweat and it wasn't from the heat.
Greg swallowed and tried to concentrate on driving and coming up with a way out of this situation but ideas were eluding him. He was too in shock to think. One minute he was confronting a suspect, the next he was being shot, kidnapped and pulled into the middle of a gang war, it was simply too unreal.
Something like this would never happen to Nick, he thought dejectedly and then began to wonder what had happened to Nick. When Miguel was forcing him to drive away he hadn't considered that he would be abandoning Brass and Nick and he suddenly felt guilty for saving himself and leaving his teammates to be shot at. He grit his teeth, hoping they were all right, but knowing he really had to concentrate on keeping himself alive right now.
"Give me your phone," Miguel suddenly demanded beside him, perking up as he seemed to think a great idea had come to him.
"What?" Greg asked, not understanding the request.
Miguel made it clear by lifting the gun higher, "Give me your phone. You cops always got one, now give it to me!"
"Okay, calm down," Greg said soothingly, painstakingly pulling his phone out with his bleeding right arm. "Here, you can keep the phone, but maybe you should just let me go, I don't know where you're going or anything, then I won't slow you down. And I'm not a cop."
"Whatever, just drive," Miguel flung back, not listening as he grabbed the device and quickly dialed. "Please pick up, please. Hey, it's me. I'm in trouble …."
Greg couldn't hear who Miguel was talking to but he clearly deferred to the person for advice, and the CSI thought it was probably the same person who had ordered him on that hit at the hotel. Miguel simply didn't seem like he was willing or capable of orchestrating something like that on his own. He seemed more like a petty thug that had been pulled into something much bigger than he could handle and was drowning in the consequences, looking for a life preserver.
"No, listen, the cops came to talk to me … I didn't tell them anything I swear, nothing … no, I think they were gonna bring me in but someone started shooting at us. It was those fucking niggers I know it, they found out somehow. … No, I got away I'm in my car but … I've got another problem. I sorta kidnapped a cop," Miguel admitted reluctantly to whoever he was speaking with.
Greg swallowed and muttered again, "I'm not a cop."
"Shut up and keep driving! Go right!" Miguel ordered, this time so frustrated he struck Greg in the arm and nearly sent them off the road.
"Ah god."
"Stay on the fucking road!" Miguel ordered, more panicked than angry.
But Greg was finally starting to get angry and show it, "I've got a bullet in my arm you know, that was probably meant for you. You're more than welcome to drive if you want to!"
Miguel clearly wanted to respond to this but was again focussed on his phone conversation, "I'm here … I needed him to drive, those fuckers were trying to shoot me … well what do I do?"
Greg desperately tried to hear the answer to this, wanting to know more than anything what was going to happen to him. He wasn't trained for something like this, hell, was anyone? He didn't know how to handle criminals without backup and the bullet in his arm seemed to be a constant reminder of how little he knew about taking care of himself on the streets. At this point he just wanted to go home, maybe even back to the DNA lab, it really hadn't been that bad except for that one time with the fire, and that probably wouldn't happen again. Anywhere but here, he decided, would be wonderful, because judging by the distraught look on Miguel's face the person on the other end wasn't telling him to drop Greg off at a police station and continue on his way.
"Man, no, that's … yeah but … I know, but if the cops show I could use him … yeah I get that but I can't just … yeah … yeah ……. Okay. All right, I will … I will, I know. Bye."
When Miguel hung up the phone Greg felt a chill up his spine. The kidnapper took a steadying breath and the nervousness was all but gone, but he still bit his lip, unhappy and contemplative. Whomever he had talked to had been able to soothe Miguel's nerves and they were now replaced with an unsettling calm, like he had a plan and was focussed so no longer had to worry, or at least was trying to tell himself that. He looked behind them again to see if they were being followed, but now it was more out of curiosity than paranoia.
"Who was that?" Greg asked.
"None of your business," Miguel answered, but was no longer angry. Instead his voice was flat, almost dead and he no longer made eye contact as he seemed deep in thought. "Take another right and then stop at number 62."
As he said this Miguel tossed Greg's phone out the window, again, not angry but more like tying up a loose end.
"Where are we going?" Greg asked, trying to sound casual as he continued to shake from fear and pain. He was surprised when he got an answer, though Miguel started to sound nervous again as he said it.
"My girlfriend's."
Warrick yawned as he drove and made a note to stop at a coffee shop now that he was back in the city. Catherine hadn't been exaggerating, the drive to Loughlin wasn't a quick one, but at least with three of them working the case it hadn't taken too long to process the house, at least it wouldn't take much longer for Catherine and Sara. In the back seat he had all the evidence they had collected so far to start processing at the lab. Sara and Catherine were still at the scene, finishing up, and Warrick was on his way to oversee their victim's autopsy.
The sun had just come up but traffic was still thin. There was still time until rush hour and Warrick was confident he wouldn't have too much trouble getting back to the lab.
Just as he spotted a place that was opening where he could get some coffee his cell phone rang and he drove past the shop, knowing there would be another in a few streets.
The caller ID said it was Nick. Warrick wondered if he wanted to get some breakfast after shift and answered rather cheerily.
"Hey man, what's up?"
Nick's reply was much more sombre and tense than he expected, "Hey, are you in your car?"
"Yeah, I just got back in the city," Warrick said, his good mood fading as he noted Nick's curt tone, like he was holding back a flood of emotional distress.
"I don't suppose you've been listening to your police scanner?" Nick asked, already knowing the answer really, but trying to avoid saying aloud the reason he called anyway he could.
"No, I never leave that thing on," Warrick replied and was getting edgy from Nick's avoidance of the issue. "What is it? What's going on?"
"How fast can you get to Harcant?" Nick asked, stalling for just another second.
"Uh, I'm probably fifteen, twenty minutes away."
"Well get here fast then, Greg's just been kidnapped by our suspect. We're getting all units here to help find him," Nick said in a rush, as if saying it quickly, like it was an everyday thing would make it easier to handle.
Warrick nearly ran a red light.
"What? How?" he demanded, shocked.
Nick sighed, not quite sure how it had happened himself.
"I don't know. Greg was talking to the guy, then suddenly people were shooting at us from across the street and we all got separated, then the guy pulls out a gun and makes Greg drive them out of there. Brass and I couldn't follow them and there hasn't been any sign of them since," Nick reported.
"Are you okay?" Warrick asked, concerned for both his friends.
"I'm great for a guy who just watched his friend get kidnapped right in front of him," Nick replied harshly, but Warrick could forgive the bad attitude.
"Well, what the hell would the guy want with Greg? Did he seem dangerous?" Warrick questioned, still trying to wrap his brain around the whole thing.
"I don't know Rick, we're still trying to piece it all together." Nick sounded totally exhausted by the conversation and though Warrick had more questions about Greg's safety and well being, he held back, knowing it would just stress Nick out even more.
"All right, I'll be there as soon as I can," Warrick promised.
"Be on the lookout for a Black Impala with bullet holes in it will you?" Nick requested, knowing every set of eyes could help.
"Yeah, sure thing. I'll see you in a few," Warrick said, then hung up and made a sharp turn headed for Harcant. He had never liked that area and now he was pretty sure he had a reason to absolutely hate it.
Before turning into the driveway of 62 Edwards St. Greg took a long look at the house. It was probably a two bedroom that had clearly seen better days. The siding was original, old and shabby, the driveway cracked, but the lawn was mowed and the front door decorated, as though someone was holding on to scraps of the house's dignity and working hard to make it a decent home. There was also a car in the driveway, a beat up Buick that probably didn't run nearly as well as Miguel's car, despite the fresh bullet holes in it.
Using his left arm to put the Impala into park, Greg waited for Miguel to make the next move. The Mexican was nervous again, hand bouncing on his knee and licking his lips, but this wasn't a facedown the cops kind of nervous, it was the kind every man knew and feared so well, the trying to explain things to your girlfriend kind of nervous. Greg could sympathize, at least he could if he didn't have a gun at his head.
"All right, all right, get out," Miguel finally decided, evidently realizing he would have to face her some time.
"Okay," Greg nodded and got out slowly, trying not to hurt himself, but also taking a moment to check out the neighbourhood. It was still early, the sun was up but there was no one in the streets, even if there was Greg knew there would most likely be no help for him here. The houses were all rundown, lived in by the poverty stricken or the illegal aliens, sometimes both. There was no sign of community or welcome, just gang tags on half the houses, and an entire neighbourhood that had been devoid of police presence since it had been built. Chances were slim that there was anyone in sight that would be willing to call the cops to the neighbourhood, especially to help a stranger.
All thoughts of running left Greg's mind though when Miguel quickly jumped out of his side and brought that constant reminder of his authority up to meet Greg's eyes from across the car.
"Come on, around the side door," Miguel instructed, watching as Greg begrudgingly followed his orders and came around, head up on the lookout, but hand clutched tightly around his bleeding arm. "And don't you even think of trying anything in my girl's house, or I swear I will beat you so bad you'll wish I had just put a bullet in your head. You keep your mouth shut."
"Okay, I get it," Greg said compliantly as Miguel knocked and they waited. Greg looked down, the gun was now pointed at his side, which he supposed was an improvement from his head, but he still wanted it gone. "You're just gonna let your girlfriend see you waving that thing around?"
Miguel also looked at the gun and seemed to debate in his head for a minute, but then he shrugged and tried to act casual, "She knows how I live." And knocked again, harder. "Anna! Open up, it's me! Let me in!"
"She's gonna understand this?" Greg asked, indicating himself, the gun, his arm and the car.
Miguel's face tightened in anger and he pushed Greg against the stairway railing, "I'm having a bad day, all right, I don't need your lip on top of it all, stressing me out."
Breath hitching, Greg nodded, "Yeah, 'kay, sorry."
Then for reasons he couldn't understand, when the man released him Greg added, "But you're not the only one."
He was saved from any further punishment when the screen door opened and the lovers' quarrel began.
"What the hell are you doing? Do you know what time it is? Where have you been? I've been calling you all night. You think you can just leave me waiting and not tell me where you are?" Anna also appeared to be in her early twenties, just out of bed, but very alert and angry. Flinging open the door, she pushed Miguel lightly, displaying her anger as she ranted.
"I was out, okay, I had some business."
Despite what he had said to Greg earlier, Miguel took the lecture and the push, all while concealing the weapon behind his back as he tried to move her into the house and away from prying eyes.
"Business? You're going to have to do better than that. And don't you dare try to tell me you were with Derek, I called him, he hasn't seen you all night," Anna continued.
"Okay, okay, you can yell at me, just let us in," Miguel requested, needing her to back up and get out of the doorway so they could get by.
At the word 'us' Anna seemed to notice Greg for the first time and her brows furrowed, "Who's this? Why the hell is he bleeding Miguel? What's going on!"
Now her anger began to escalate, no longer limited to the fury that came from a stilted date, now there was the rage that came with being associated with the shady activities she knew her boyfriend was a part of, and didn't want him to be.
"Who is this?" Anna demanded again when they were all inside the minimally furnished living room.
She hadn't been looking at Greg and he didn't think it was the type of situation where it was appropriate to introduce himself, so he made a point of standing out of the way and to the side as the couple argued things out.
"Look baby, I can't explain right now. I just need to borrow your car and then I gotta go," Miguel said, trying to get out of there quickly, but Anna would not allow it.
"Borrow my car? What's wrong with yours?"
"The cops are looking for it," Miguel answered, almost ashamed.
"The cops? You got the cops on you and you want my car? What is wrong with you? Did you shoot this guy? What is he doing here?" Anna demanded again, not letting the subject drop. But she did pick up a towel from the coffee table and hand it to Greg.
"Here, try not to bleed on my carpet," she said, but her tone indicated she was actually more concerned with Greg than the floor, she was also just incredibly angry with her boyfriend. Greg could understand this and took the towel, but continued to be silent as ordered.
"No, I didn't shoot him, I saved his life, those fucking crips tried to take me out okay, I gotta make myself scarce," Miguel explained, conveniently leaving out a few facts, like how Greg was his hostage and he had been involved in a double murder earlier in the night.
"Yeah, cause being scarce is your specialty. Do you have any idea how worried I was? You didn't call, you didn't tell me where you were," she lectured him, not appreciating being stood up or left in the dark.
"Carlos wouldn't let me, not until after the job. Please, I can't explain now," Miguel pleaded, knowing the cops would be after him.
"I just can't believe you sometimes," Anna disappeared in a huff to the kitchen but returned shortly with a ziploc back of gauze and tape, which she opened and immediately started treating Greg's arm with the precision of someone who had done so before. "Sit down."
Greg grit his teeth and didn't complain about the pain since he figured she was probably only doing it to distract herself from her anger with Miguel, but her attitude stayed the same as she continued her tirade. "You're not going anywhere in my car until I know exactly what is going on. You got yourself into this shit and you're not just gonna run away from everything with my car. Now why the hell would anyone want to try to kill you? Hold still."
The last was said to Greg and he did as told. She may have been angry with Miguel but she wasn't heartless. In fact, Greg suspected she had a very well rounded maternal side to her as she cleaned and bandaged his arm, despite the fact that she was oblivious to him as she argued with her boyfriend.
"Baby, I can't get into this right now, just give me the keys. I swear I'll call you as soon as I can, but I gotta go, now," Miguel pleaded again.
It was clear Anna was getting fed up with him, as was obvious from the angry way she pushed the tape onto Greg's arm to keep the gauze in place.
"Ah," he hissed, but was again ignored.
"If you don't respect me enough to tell me what's going on, then I'm not giving you shit, all right. Now I want to know why … what the hell's this?"
Greg and Miguel both tensed when Anna suddenly flipped over the ID badge on Greg's chest. It had been getting hot as the sun came up so Greg had opted to wear his badge on a chain around his neck instead of putting on the heavy forensics vest. He hadn't even remembered he was wearing it and Miguel hadn't noticed it since Greg's left arm had covered it up while he tried to keep his right from bleeding too badly. But as soon as the arm was down Anna had picked up on the badge and as her eyes widened in realization, Greg wondered if he was dead. Miguel had warned him not to talk, which essentially meant don't let Anna know he was more or less being kidnapped, and he had failed.
"A cop? What the fuck are you doing with a cop, Miguel? What's going on here?" Greg was surprised that this time she was addressing him, looking him right in the eye, and for fear of what Miguel may do if he said the wrong thing, Greg could only barely stutter out a response.
"I … I'm not a cop."
"He's just … helping me baby, I gotta get my name cleared," Miguel lied, unconvincingly.
Anna wasn't fooled and threw her hands up, "That's it, I'm calling Carlos, he'll tell me what the hell's going on here."
"Don't you dare. Put down that phone!" Miguel ordered, snatching it from her hands and smashing down the receiver. She flinched and stepped away, feeling for the first time like the situation was not in her control as Miguel proceeded to yell at her. "You don't ever call Carlos, you hear me? You don't go calling him like I can't handle my shit. I've got everything under control, okay. Everything. I just need you to trust me. Can you trust me baby? Please."
The tough act was crumbling away and the beginnings of tears showed in Anna's eyes, but she still asked again, softly this time, "Please, baby, what is going on?"
Miguel softened as well and put an arm around her pulling her into his chest as she cried, "I can't, I'm so sorry, I don't want you involved in this. I'm sorry I came over, I didn't have anywhere else to go."
She nodded against his chest and it was clear that the earlier anger had only been because the two cared for each other and were frustrated by all the lying. It was a beautiful moment between the two, but beautiful or not, Greg's only thoughts were of escape, getting to a phone, a public place, anything, and he thought this would be his only chance.
Miguel didn't even notice Greg had started to run until he heard the screen door squeak and by then Greg had already started to bolt down the stairs.
"Sonofabitch," Miguel muttered, pushing away from Anna and chasing after the CSI.
"Miguel! Where are you going? Stop!"
Greg ran for all he was worth but was slowed down by the unfamiliar geography and bullet wound. And even though Miguel was a few inches shorter than Greg, he was also in great shape, built at least as well as Nick, and Greg could definitely feel it when he was tackled from behind and hit the ground hard. He had been running across a yard at the time and his body hit dirt, but the impact still drove the air from his body and he immediately rolled over off his bad arm.
"What did I tell you? What did I tell you?" Miguel asked angrily, pointing the gun at Greg's face as he stood over him while he gasped for air. Greg didn't try to respond, didn't really do much of anything, but Miguel still let loose on him, kicking him several times in the stomach to vent his frustration and make it clear who was in control. Greg tried to roll away but then just curled in on himself as the blows landed and was only saved by a screaming Anna pulling Miguel away before he killed the CSI.
Greg just lay gasping, praying someone would call the police as he bled on their lawn and the couple argued beside him.
"What are you doing Miguel? What the fuck? You said he was helping you?" Anna accused, pushing him away from Greg and taking his attention off his injured hostage.
"He is gonna help me, whether he likes it or not. I'm in trouble Anna, I told you, I don't have time for this," he exclaimed.
"Make time, tell me. You tell me what the fuck this is Miguel or I swear I'm calling the cops the second you pull out of here!"
Miguel's anger returned again and this time he even grabbed her by the arm, "You're not gonna talk to anyone, you hear me! You don't tell anyone you saw me, anyone! Do you know how big this is? Do you have any idea? If you talk to anyone baby, anyone, I'm dead. The cops, the crips, someone will cap me. Just help me baby, please."
Eyes closed against the tears, Anna nodded her head, but when she looked at him there was no love, more like resigned anger.
"The keys are on the kitchen table. Just go," she ordered, no warmth in her voice.
This change of attitude seemed to hurt Miguel the most, but he had no time to express these feelings. Instead he reached down and grabbed Greg by the collar of his shirt, pulled him to his feet and made him walk back to the house. As Greg stumbled Miguel just pulled him along again and again, heedless of his injuries, but no longer yelling at him to move either. Anna walked ahead of both of them, not looking back and reached the house first.
When they were back in the driveway, Miguel was still standing tall and rigid as Greg leaned over, coughing and spitting out blood from his split lip. No longer looking at Greg, Miguel did turn when Anna stepped out the front door and forcefully pushed the keys into his hand. Their eyes met for an intense moment, but there was no time for what either of them wanted to say.
Miguel twirled the keys in his hand for a moment then nodded, "Thanks. Cover up the Impala, the cops are looking for it. I was never here."
"I already wish you weren't," Anna replied icily, but instead of responding to the biting comment, Miguel simply turned towards their new car, a beat up, dirty brown Buick.
Pushing the keys into Greg's chest, Miguel headed for the passenger door.
"I'm driving?" Greg asked breathlessly, still able to feel Miguel's boot prints on his abdomen.
"You got a problem with that?" Miguel was clearly in no mood to be argued with and Greg moved to the driver's side.
"No." As he climbed in he thought about how on his first two trips into Harcant he hadn't been allowed to drive or even bring his own car because it had been considered too dangerous. How ridiculous a thought that seemed now as got in to chauffeur around a suspected murder who had already fled two crime scenes and was currently taking him hostage. As he turned the ignition the thought actually made him laugh sadly, despite the intense circumstances.
"What's so funny?" Miguel asked, not wanting to be laughed at.
"Nothing," Greg said, sobering as he backed out. "It's just about time I got to drive around here."
As he pulled out though he had no idea where they were going, and looking at Miguel, he wondered if his kidnapper did either.
TBC
Do I know where they're going? Of course I do. Am I going to tell you? Not yet, but I will eventually.
Hope you all liked, I know the rest of the team wasn't in it very much but they play a bigger role next time, though there's still plenty of Greg. Hope you'll be there.
In the meantime, I have to thank my great reviewers. I apologize to any of you I miss, I will be late for class if I spend too much time on this and I won't be able to get on the internet again until tomorrow.
Aries Zodiac – Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked the car talk scene, especially since I made up all the car info as I said. No worries, I always finish my CSI stories, I would never just leave it unfinished.
HelenLouise – I just can't say how much I love getting your reviews, they're always so thoughtful. You always manage to compliment me on the parts of my writing that I'm the most unsure about, like the little details and the logic behind the plot. I think that's really the hardest part about fanfiction writing, making the plot logical while sending the characters on crazy adventures. So great to know you're reading and enjoying, thanks again.
Krazy – I would never forget you! You've done so much for Greg fanfiction with your site and your work and such. I'm glad you liked the fic, but I totally get how you can splurge into other fandoms. I've been on a bit of a Supernatural high myself, even as I work on my CSI stuff, and Stargate is getting intriguing again as well. Thanks for the kind words, it makes all the work I put into the little details really worth it. Good to hear from you. What fandoms are you writing for now?
Remoob1513 – Greg always seem to find trouble somehow, but actually you've kind of stumbled onto the whole big theme I'm going for with this fic, it's letting Greg kind of save himself and take care of himself instead of letting the rest of the team do it. I think it should be interesting, and I hope everyone else does.
Vanagristiel – Well, I did wait until chapter 2 to get him shot, which actually took a lot of patience on my part, so he had a little un-shot time in there. But I agree, he's better shot, more cuddly. Thanks for the review.
New creation – Thank you, as always. I'm glad you liked Greg bonding, I thought Greg would be the kind of guy to use his strengths, like car knowledge, to succeed in the field, so I thought it fit. Glad you're enjoying, thanks for the review.
Iris Early – Oh thank you, I take pride in my action scenes and I'm honored you would try to learn off me, that's really cool. Your user profile doesn't have any fics in it though, I hope you post some of your stuff, I'd love to see how you're doing. I love Greg too. Thanks again.
Emmithar – definitely one of the nicest, best reviews ever. Thank you. And you made me laugh so hard on that remembrance wall thing "not for dying of course" – so funny! But congratulations for being on one, and for being alive! I've never heard Greg give a reason for not liking guns that I recall, it seemed in the episode I saw he just didn't see the point of having one since cops did and a lot of other CSIs did, so he didn't see why he needed one. Nick actually brings this up next chapter and makes some points I think you'll like. I think Holly isn't forgotten, just kind of off limits, I remember once Warrick was like "we lost a CSI like that two years ago" which meant Holly, though they didn't say her name. And I guess I can see myself growing as a writer. As I read back over Painful Journeys now I see a lot of things I might rephrase or not drag out so much, so I guess that's change, if not growth. Well thanks for reading and being so enthusiastic, love hearing from you.
Rosalea – Well, welcome to our CSI work, but wow, you think this is a bad cliffhanger? I know you've read my other stuff (and no worries for not reviewing, just glad you liked them) but I've had some really bad cliffhangers, you were probably just lucky enough to read when the whole thing was done. I don't know how people didn't kill me when I left them hanging for a week or so without putting up a new chapter. But, I'm off point. Thanks for the review, hope you like what I do to our boys.
CSIwildchild – hope you're breathing now, new chapter and all. Thanks so much for the review, glad you liked the writing.
Queen of the Elven City – First of all, your spelling is fine, much better than some people, and secondly, you never have to apologize after leaving a nice review like that. Thank you so much.
Red Tigress – Well really, you usually can't go wrong with a shootout, something interesting HAS to happen. As for Browder, I don't think he's doing a bad job, just miss Jack. And unfortunately I don't watch Atlantis yet, I'm up in Canada and the Space channel only just got the rights to show it, but I'm eagerly anticipating it. Thanks for the review.
Shacky20 – To be honest, sometimes when I write bad cliffhangers or hurt the boys, or guilt them I think of you and how you will react, and this was pretty much what I imagined, you all frantic. As for the boys, of course Nick's got the guilt, it might as well be his middle name in my fics, but I'm going to try and let Greg take care of himself a little this time around. There will be eventual save-age but I'm trying something new. Oh, and the nick/greg people have been treating me very nicely at your site, they've said lovely things and I'm happy to post there. Thanks for that again.
Kenzimone – lol, I love that logic – Miguel is likeable because he drags Greg into danger, that definitely works for me. And to be fair, Greg is only in trouble in the fanfiction world, they've kept him annoyingly safe on the show lately. But if they would only take our ideas it would be soo wonderful.
Mellaithwen – I love how you have reviewed so often I don't even have to check how to spell your name anymore, that's awesome! And I am officially hooked on Supernatural as well. Dean is hot and the whole premise rules! Only two main characters, who are hot brothers, who every episode have to save each other! It's a hurt/comfort fan's heaven! I've noticed my chapters are really long this time around, but that's just where they stop, I doubt people mind. But, thank you for the review, and enjoy the new episode tonight, it looks good!
Many wonderful and heartfelt thanks to all my other reviewers as well, Greeneyes, karmine, skat8erchick1435, kazan28, jedipadfoot, sillie, meismename, neeners, rikairora, lol, frostfalcon, Sorry I didn't have time to respond to you all.
There might not be more for a week or more, I've got spring break coming and will be going home where I have no computer, sorry. Hope everyone has a good valentine's day, Goody.