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: Kay. I know this chapter is a little too short for my liking, but I wanted to let you guys know that I haven't forgotten about this story and I am determined to finish it. (smiles) Hope you enjoy this chapter.
"Catherine... Cath- OW! Stop it!"
"We have GOT to get these knots out of your hair." Warrick and Nick stood protectively behind the door and watched from the hallway as Catherine forced and yanked the comb through his hair.
"Now I know how Lindsey must feel- OW!" She pulled tighter on the comb and smiled in satisfaction as he gripped the counter of the sink harder.
"Ugh... should we... get the clothes ready, Cath," Nick asked slowly as he watched in horror as they combed out Greg's hair.
"Yeah. And while your at it, get me a Coke. I can't work empty handed, ya know."
"And what about Grissom," Warrick asked.
"What about Grissom?"
"Does he know you're helping?"
"Of course he does..." Nick and Warrick backed away from the door and went their separate ways.
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Gil walked into the break room to find Sara sitting at the table, picking at her salad. He sat down next to her and gave her a polite nod.
"Sara."
"Gil. What's up?"
"I just finished these evaluations. I must say, Greg is getting up there, alright." She tensed at the name and shifted in her seat. She focused on her salad once again and tossed the tomatoes around.
"Yeah. He's one smart kid, for only being twenty something."
"I'm glad to see everyone's taking a liking to him. It's good to have some young ones around here to keep us energized." She nodded in agreement and sighed. She had no idea what to do. She was stuck in a situation she couldn't handle. She knew she liked him, a little bit. But it was enough for her and Greg would have been thrilled. She was afraid of what her friends would think. Would they look at her different when she brought Greg around them? She hoped not. "You know, I think I saw him and some other lab tec. the other day. It was sweet." Her eyes snapped towards Gil's. He fought the urge to smirk.
"What?"
"They were talking and, both of them looked quiet happy." He noticed her expression and frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm fine. I'll see ya around." She got up, threw away her barely eaten salad, and rushed out of the room.
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"One Coke, two Advil, and a brownie. Anything else I can assist you two in," Nick asked with an amused look as Catherine washed his hair in the sink.
"Hey, beauty hurts."
"Jesus. She's turning me into Miss Nevada." Another yank on the hair was what he received.
"You keep that up, and you'll have no more hair left to BE Miss Nevada."
"Good. Less pain for me... and... less pain for me." Warrick walked into the bathroom and sighed.
"Alright. We have five American Eagle shirts, two Hollister jeans, three Abercrombie jackets, and a pair of Audios."
"Alright." Catherine walked out into the bedroom and pointed to her choices. "I want to see that on him in ten minutes." She walked out of the room and left all three standing in the room, scrambling to get the clothes she chose out. She walked into the kitchen and almost screamed an octave higher than her normal pitch when two arms wrapped around her waist. "Gil! What the hell! You-"
"You told me you were coming here to help. Shift's over, my dear."
"And how was it?"
"It was... okay." They both looked towards the stairs when they both heard a shriek.
"Greg?" No answer. "Greg!" Still nothing. They both ran up the stairs and stopped when they found Warrick and Nick rolling on the floor as Greg stared into the mirror. The highlights Catherine had put him earlier turned pink instead of honey blonde. "Ugh...Greg?"
"YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A SPICE GIRL!"
"Greg, calm down. It-"
"Calm DOWN?! I look like a freakin' Barbie doll!" This got Gil laughing, too.
"It's not that bad. Honestly. You look... sexy with pink hair?"
"Barbie! Honey, there you are," Nick exclaimed. Greg lunged towards him, but Gil caught Greg in time and held him back. Warrick kicked the floor as Catherine tried desperately to hold Nick back. "Come on, Greg. Pink suites you. A shade of red on those lips would bring out your eyes," He said in Catherine's motherly tone. She whacked him behind the head and laughed when he flew against the wall.
"Ha. Nick got a fresh cut!"
"Let me take a whack at him," Greg struggled in Gil's arms.
"ENOUGH, CHILDREN!" Everyone stopped and looked back at Gil who was red as a lobster from yelling. "Catherine, release the death grip on Nick. NOW." She rolled her eyes and let him go. "Warrick, stop drooling on the carpet and get up." He stood up and wiped him mouth with his sleeve. "And you..." He stared at Greg and smirked. "... you've got to fix your hair."
A/N: Funny? Stupid? Cute? Want more? Let me know! It's the only way I'll know what and when to write the rest!!