AN: Okay, this story is being written by ILU Greg and me, notfromhere alias death-on-arrival. We both speak German, so it's possible that there are a few (or many) grammar errors. Eddie is not dead; we needed him to take care of Catherine's feelings. I originally wanted it to be a Sandle, but ILU Greg insisted that it is gonna be a GSR. But for sure we do not (damn, I need a vocabulary for this word…one moment please) neglect Greg, we both love him very much. And we are sad to announce, that he does not belong to us. ;-( Okay, so let's get it started…I never know how to begin a story. Okay…I am thinking…Okay, I think I have it.
"Where are these stupid results of yours Nick? I could swear, I put them on the table"
Nick chuckled. "…Greg...You are holding them" Greg looked at his hand, where he held Nicks results.
He blushed. "Sorry Nick. I haven´t got a cup of Blue Hawaiian since…", he looked at his watch, "…one hour, 46 minutes and twelve seconds. Damn, that has got to be a new record"
Nick laughed loud and left the lab.
Greg slumped down on his chair. He was tired like hell. Not that he was just missing his hourly dose of coffee but he also just pulled a triple shift. It was murder season…everyone had at least two cases and the day lab tech has gotten sick, so everyone dropped his evidence by Greg off.
At this second Catherine and Grissom came in. "Hey Greg, have you got the results from our rape case?", Catherine asked.
"Oh yeah sure, here you go", Greg said, as he handed the results to Catherine.
"…Greg…these are the results of Sara's case. Do I look like Sara?" Grissom meant and had to chuckle.
Catherine took a look at Greg. "You really look like shit Greg. Maybe you should go home and sleep a bit"
"No, I can't. Who is gonna test the evidence?"
"Mia just got back from her vacation. She will be here in a few minutes, so don't worry. Go home Greg. You have done your work for today", Grissom said.
Greg sent him a thankful look and headed for the locker room. He put on his shoes and left the lab.
When he arrived his car was unlocked. "Funny, I thought I locked it. Well, looks like I didn´t", he said to himself and got into the car.
He started the engine, when suddenly someone from behind put something over his mouth.
,What the fuck?", Greg wanted to shout. He looked into the back mirror and saw a man with a ski mask on. But before he could figure out, who it was, the chloroform took his system over and he was sent into darkness.
AN: I know short chapter, but there will be more. ILU Greg will write the next chapter, when she gets back from her vacation…in a week. I hope there are gonna be some reviews.
