Geek to Chic
Rating: It's safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Greg or Sara or Catherine or Gil... need me to keep going?
Summary: Greg Sanders, geeks of all geeks, desperately needs help getting someone's attention at the lab.
A/N: RAWR! I never get to update the good stories! I wrote this chapter in like, five minutes. ROFL. It's not even that long either, but I guess it'll just have to do. I didn't wanna keep all you loyal readers waiting any longer. But I just got home from band practice and I'm so... not feeling good right now, so I'm really really really sorry if this chapter wasn't as great as the other ones. LOL
"Hey Sara, wait up!" Sara turned around to see Catherine jogging down the hall to talk to her.
"Hey Cath. What's up?"
"What's up?" She looked up at the ceiling and stared at the tiles. "What the hell is tha-" Sara grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a light shake.
"No, Cath. What did you want to tell me?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um... so how is Greg doing out in the field?"
"And you wanted to know this because...?"
"Gil wanted to ask earlier, but he was busy... so I told him I'd ask."
"Oh. Well he's doing good, considering it's his first time here."
"Hmm." They started walking down the hall together when Catherine spoke up again. "He's cute, isn't he?"
"Cute? Catherine, are you serious?"
"I'm completely serious!" Sara shook her head and looked away.
"He's not my type. He's just too..."
"Too what, Sara?"
"Too nerdy." Her jaw dropped. Here stood Sara Sidle, a fellow geek herself.
"Well what's wrong with nerdy? I think he's adorable."
"Yeah. Adorable in a geek kind of way..."
"Just get to know him! What could it hurt?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe just my reputation here..."
"Everyone around here adores him! You'd basically ruin your so called reputation if you didn't make friends with him."
"Oh, I'm friends with him, I just... don't like him in a romantic kinda... way."
"You really don't know what you're missing."
"I think I have a pretty good idea. But thanks anyways." She went to walk off, but Catherine caught her arm and spun her around.
"What if changed?"
"Changed?"
"That boy really really likes you. And... I can tell he'd do a lot just to go on a date with you. So... if he'd change, would you consider it?"
"Um... I don't know. Really. Hey, I got to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"But-"
"Bye, Cath!" Before Catherine could say anything, Sara took off down the hall and jogged up to the reception desk. Greg turned his head when she slammed her hands on the desk for her check out card.
"Hey Sara." She jumped at the voice and stared at him.
"Oh. Hey Greg."
"Checkin' out, huh?"
"Yup. I just want to go home and relax."
"Sounds good."
"Yeah. What about you? When do you plan on leaving?"
"Well I still have to finish a few samples, but I should be leaving in a few minutes. Got some shopping to take care of."
"Ah. Well I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Sara."
"Later, Greg." He watched as she disappeared in the hallway and walked out of the doors. He hung his head and walked back into the DNA lab.
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By the time he had finished all of his work, everyone had left except Nick and Warrick. They were in the locker room when Greg walked in and violently opened his locker door.
"Whoa. Greg. The locker didn't do anything to you..."
"Huh? Oh. Sorry." He mumbled the words behind he got his stuff and headed out to leave.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just a bad night."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No thanks. I just wanna get home and-"
"It's Sara, isn't it?" He turned around and stared at the two men in front of him.
"Aw dude, we're gonna help you win her over."
"It's impossible, guys. She doesn't like me and that's a fact."
"Well we just have to make her like you."
"You can't force someone to go out with you..."
"No, but we can convince someone."
"It wouldn't be the same. I wouldn't want to change just so a girl I like would go out with me."
"But that's the thing about changing. Who knows, you might actually like the new person you become."
"And if I don't?"
"Then... you could always go back to being... yourself if the relationship doesn't work out." Greg stood there for a few moments and then shook his head.
"No. It'd never work."
"Stop doubting yourself and take a chance!" Greg thought it over in his head. 'If I don't try, I could lose her. If I do try, I could make an idiot out of myself and really lose her.' He looked down at his feet and mumbled. "What was that?"
"Oka..."
"Huh, Greg? Speak up!"
"I said, okay!" Nick and Warrick both smiled. They looked down at their watches and gave each other a high five.
"Yes! We still have time to stop by the mall."
"The mall?" Greg shook his head an held up his hands. "No way. Not the mall."
"Well if you're going to change, we might want to get you a new wardrobe."
"What's wrong with the way I dress?"
"Nothing what so ever. We just know... how Sara likes her men dressed. That's all."
They made it to the mall in record time. They walked up to Hollister and stood outside of the doors. They dragged Greg inside and immediately went to the jean section.
"Okay. So Sara likes her men with baggy pants." Warrick held up a pair of light blue jeans with a few holes in them.
"But those are ripped."
"Dude, that's the point. It makes the pants look... good," Nick explained.
"And what about shirts? What kind of shirts does she... like?"
"Well, it's usually the button up ones so..." Warrick held up a dark blue and green button up shirt with sleeves that were rolled up.
"Go try this on..." Greg snatched the clothes from his hand and dragged himself into one of the dressing rooms. He came out a few seconds later and walked out in front of them. They gave each other a high five and bought the clothes. As they walked by the stores, Nick looked down at Greg's shoes and frowned.
"Mad. Dude, we've gotta get you some new shoes, too." They entered a store called, Journeys, and looked around at all the shoes. Nick pointed to some black Etnies and nodded his head. "Those are the shit right there, man." They bought Greg's size and left the store. By the time they had walked out into the hall, it was time for closing. They dropped Greg off at his house and yelled out of the window,
"Don't forget to wear those clothes tomorrow for work!" They drove off into the night and left Greg standing in front of his apartment steps. He unlocked his door and threw the clothes onto the couch. He turned on the kitchen light and played his answering machine messages.
"Hey! Greg? It's Catherine! I was just calling to tell you that you don't have to come into work tomorrow. Gil and I are wrapping up the case and you deserve a night off. Well, I'll see you ugh... well, I'll see you later. Bye!" He laughed at her message and deleted. He froze as he pressed the button and sighed. 'You don't have to come into work tomorrow.' What was he going to do?
He couldn't just show up in new clothes at work. He had no idea how to act, what to say, how to fix his hair. He wasn't ready for this. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed Nick's number.
"Hello?"
"Nick! It's Greg. Catherine left a message on my machine and said I didn't have to come into work tomorrow."
"Well that's good."
"Yeah, but I thought this whole... plan was going down tomorrow?"
"Oh, damn! That's true!"
"Well we have another problem. I have no idea what to say tomorrow, let alone, how to act!"
"Oh, damn! That's true!"
"Yes. Very true... And what about my hair. Wha-"
"DAMN! That's true, too!"
"Well... what are we going to do?" It was silent for a few seconds.
"This calls for plan B. Let me call Warrick. We'll be there in a few minutes." The constant dial tone was all Greg heard. He cursed at the phone and slammed it back down onto the charger. He looked down at his watch and sighed.
"Well, no sleep for me tonight..."
A/N: DROVEEE! What's plan B? Ha. I don't have a clue myself either at the moment, but! I shall have an idea by... sometime tomorrow on the way to class. LOL! XD How'd I do on this chapter, peeps? Not my best? I know. (sobs) I'M A FAILURE! lol