The Consequences of Swimming
Rated: M
Summery: What does black panties, Catherine Willows, and a pool, have in common? Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders are about to find out.
A/N: I promise this is the last central future chapter I do before I do I focused present. Its just there is a bit of story to do in the future before I get to the good part when the good part for the present is upon us. I know that we all miss Greg and Sara so I am going to do a little present, not them together but . . . well you will see. Hope you like it!
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Disclaimer: Alright! I don't own CSI! There you got it out of me! If I did though, boy wouldn't that season finale went different . . .
Chapter Eleven: When The Lines Go Dead
He shouldn't have been surprised when he walked into the library and she wasn't there. But he was anyway. He shouldn't have wondered why she didn't come. But he wondered anyway. He shouldn't have sat down and thought where did he go wrong. But he sat down and thought anyway. He shouldn't have let himself cry because he had lost her when he never even had her before. But he cried anyway. He shouldn't have walked to the liquor store and bought bottle of rum and Jim Bean Whiskey. But he bought it anyway. He shouldn't have locked himself up in his room while his babysitter had to spend the night with his daughter while he wasted away. But he locked himself anyway.
He did a lot of things he shouldn't have, and he knew he shouldn't while he did. But he did it anyway.
Greg Sanders had already called his mother six times asking her what to wear. His sister five times consecutively rattling about his date with Sara. His uncle four times four times to ask him about proper conduct and his dad eight times because he was just nervous as hell.
In a word, Greg Sanders had gone lucratively insane.
He had gone on dates before, believe him he did. He had been around the lab a few times, if you catch his drift. It wasn't that he enjoyed bragging about his well, well-practiced 'skills' – at the table or on it – he just accidentally bragged about it. On his other dates, he had been smooth, funny, outgoing, witty and charming. The ever-laid back Greg Sanders with the breathtaking smile- not that he liked bragging about that either. He knew what it was like to be the 'underdog', the 'geek' the 'guy that spent his time on porn sights during high school using 'tom and jerry' instead of getting the 'real deal'. He had been on the loser's side of the fence before.
When he had first came to the crime lab he had been the essence of geek. He was the definition of dork. After watching Nick grab the girls, he had tried his hand at it. I mean come on, how bad could it actually be?
It was worse.
He had failed miserably. The first girl he laid his not so smooth moves on had laughed every time she saw him for a solid two weeks. It was then that he decided to change. After a few visits to a few professionals, he came back better than ever.
He was the new Greg Sanders; well at least he had a new look. He was, not that he bragged about it, hot. He was still the same Greg he had always been, he was just more confident about it. Girls after that had came easier to him, it became a natural talent of his.
But at this moment all that natural talent had just took a very long break and wasn't coming back any time soon. It was all because of her.
He had watched her for years, seven to be exact now. Since had first met Sara Sidle he had been interested in her, not in the fact that she was just average in looks, she had no outstanding features. At first he even considered her a bit less than average- just a bit because of her gap- but because of her period. He attitude, her personality, her aura, everything. It was when they growed older and he got closer to her that he noticed how truly beautiful she was.
He had always liked her, now he loved her. He loved her more than anything he had ever loved before.
He stood there watching himself in the mirror. He looked good, like he normally did. You couldn't tell he was nervous really on the outside, not unless you knew him well. He had his hands in his pockets- a pair of raggedy denim jeans, except for his thumbs that were slipped outside of the pocket grazing his black belt. He wore his brown Panic! At the Disco tee shirt and his denim Abercrombie and Fitch jacket. With his normal pair of Converses and his hair spiked wildly. He looked decent, he looked calm, but he was anything but calm.
He was a wreck. What to say? What to do? What about if he froze up, or said something really stupid? What about if she decided it was a bad idea and left him?
He hadn't been this nervous since his high school prom when he took his neighbor Amy Kilter. He had ended up forgetting his ticket at home and Amy ended up going in with James Bardstone and left him out in the cold. He ended up riding around in the back of their limo for an hour drinking the champagne he had snuck for them from the bottle.
It wasn't a good night.
The limo driver dropped him out on his porch drunk and somehow he had lost his jacket, tie and tee shirt his mother had specially ordered for him. She hadn't been too happy about that.
"Greg? Greg? Are you okay?" came Sara's voice from downstairs.
"Oh yeah. Sorry be down in a minute," he yelled while he checked and made sure he had all his things.
Jenny couldn't seem to even close her eyes when the night came back to her again. Something seemed so wrong. It wasn't just the fact that her room was a bit to quiet, or empty. It wasn't that she missed the low blare of music coming from the empty mattress across the room, or that she missed coming in to a new poster of a band she never heard of every night. Something just seemed off, and even though her surrounding was to empty, cold and emotionless, it was the feeling in her heart.
Something bad was happening tonight. Something terrible was starting tonight. She could feel it. She didn't want to, but she did anyway. And it wouldn't leave. It just wouldn't leave.
Nick Stokes had never been a nosey man, but when his best friend hadn't called him for three day's strait, he knew that it was time to investigate.
Greg and himself had been close for a while, other than Sara he was Greg's closest friend at the lab. He had known him the longest; he was the one who coxed him to get a job at the lab in the first place. He had been one of the first people Greg told about his crush on Sara to, he had even been begged by Greg to mention good things about him to Sara after the blowout with Hank.
But never in the eight years he had known Greg Sanders had he gone three whole days without talking to him.
He looked over at her sleeping form in his bed- his sleeping beauty. She laid asleep, her head tucked on his chest, his hand slipped around her soft, bare body. He hated keeping them a secret, but he new for now it was best. They had both been through enough to know that it was best keeping them to themselves for now. He laced his fingers with her own as she nuzzled in to him.
He picked up his phone with his other hand, flipping through is phone book until he stopped at Greg's name. He took a moment, watching the number intently. Then slowly, he closed his phone and sat it back down.
There was no investigating needed to be done, he knew what Greg was doing. And he didn't blame him. Everyone deserved to be with the person they loved.
He laid back down in the bed and closed his eyes, her sweet scent filling him.
Sara Sidle had been looking for her granddaughter coming through the door for near four hours now. She supposed that she had found what she wanted, but a nagging feeling kept creeping up on her. A feeling of dread and panic.
She wringed her hands, pacing with the limp and pain in her muscles increasing as she walked back and forth from the door. Something terrible was going to happen. She knew it. Something had gone wrong, she wouldn't go this long without calling her. She wouldn't make her worry like this.
The phone began to ring from across the room and she hobbled slowly to it. Slowly picking it up, she looked at the caller id. Las Vegas Police Department. Nothing new, they called her regularly for incite on new cases.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hello is this Mrs. Sanders?"
"Yes, who am I speaking with?"
"This is Robert Thomas Mrs. Sanders, I am very sorry to inform you of this but there has been an accident."
And the line abruptly went dead.
A/N: Dun Dun Dun! Don't you love the cliff hangers? Lol I know you don't but you hopefully love the chapter and love me so review, review, review! And I will update sooner and hopefully get the answer to that cliff hanger I have left you with!