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: YAY! I've updated this story! I know I haven't in a long time and I'm so, so, so, so, so (deep breath) so so so SORRY! LOL! But I've made this chapter as funny as I possibly could. Sorry you guys had to wait so long. :( my bad. and here's your seventh chapter!
thanks for all the reviews! you guys are SO effin' sweet and hilarious with those. XD
"Why is this french guy caressing my hair?"
"Catherine, diable vous a-t-il fait à ses cheveux?" (Catherine, what the hell did you do to his hair?) Greg looked up at the hair stylist with wide eyes. Catherine ran over to him and patted him on the arm.
"Greg, this is my hairstylist. He knows what he's doing."
"So he can fix it?"
"He can fix anything."
"Pourquoi mensonge au pauvre garçon? Vous connaissez sacrément le puits que je ne peux pas fixer ceci!" (Why lie to the poor boy? You know damn well I can't fix this!)
"Vous avez fixé les cheveux de Lindsey quand c'était cinq millions de longueurs différentes! Et vous ne pouvez pas fixer CECI?" (You fixed Lindsey's hair when it was five million different lengths! And you're telling me you can't fix THIS?)
"WHAT THE HELL," Greg exclaimed. "Get your french speaking, hair dying, advil taking self away from me!" Catherine glanced up at her stylist with an evil grin.
"Coupez-le tout." (Cut it all off.) Greg narrowed his eyes and stared at her.
"What did you tell him."
"I told him to dye your hair back to it's normal color."
"Well I hope he knows my normal color isn't PINK!"
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"Gil?"
"Sara. What's up?"
"Um... I wanted to talk to you." He motioned for her to sit down and waited for her to start talking. "Have you seen Greg?"
"Not since yesterday. Why?"
"I ugh... I just- I wanted to ask him which places were the best on the Strip for dinner." He tried hard not to smile. She placed her hands in her lap and made an attempt to explain why, when Nick came rushed into his office.
"Sara? Brass brought in our suspect for questioning. You coming?"
"Yeah."
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Greg stared at his new hair in the mirror and smirked. Catherine turned to her stylist and shook his hand.
"Il semble grand! Vous avez fait un travail merveilleux!" (It looks great! You did a wonderful job!)
"Oui, oui..." (Yes, yes...) Greg stood from the chair and examined his hair closer in the mirror.
"Whoa. Look at the highlights on these babies," He said as he held up a piece of his hair.
"Maintenant, ce sera $120." (Now, that will be $120.) They walked out of the hair salon, and Catherine sighed.
"What's wrong Cath? Does my sexy hair not make you happy?"
"Kid, you owe me $120." He looked around.
"Where are we going now?"
"Back to the lab."
"What!? No! Not now!"
"Yes, now!"
"But I can't face Sara now!"
"Why the hell not!? I just spend a hundred and twenty damn dollars on your HAIR!"
"Well maybe you should spend another $120 on a personal trainor."
"For what!?"
"To teach me how to get chicks."
"That's what we have Nick and Warrick for!"
"But what if I run into Sara before I get a chance to talk to them!"
"Wing it!"
"But I can't fly!" Catherine rolled her eyes.
"Smartass."
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Nick, Warrick, and Gil all sat in the break room. They waited nervously for Catherine and Greg to arrive.
"Oh man, where are they?"
"You know those two. It's like WW 3 waiting to happen."
"Well I don't think Brass will be able to hold Sara any longer."
"Then find someone else to occupy her!"
"Who, Grissom. WHO!?"
"... Sophia!" Warrick bolted out of his seat and ran down the hall. He ran into her and smiled when she turned around.
"Sophia! I found you!"
"Nice to see you too, Warrick."
"Can I ask you for a favor?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"I need you to keep Sara busy for a few minutes while Nick and I talk to Greg. If he even gets here!"
"What would I talk to her about?"
"I don't know! Whatever you girls talk about. Hair. Make-up. PMS. Anything." She laughed.
"No one just walks up to a CSI and randomly starts talking about 'the time of month'."
"Well can you try? Please? Just... keep her busy as long as you can."
"I'll try, but I'm not promising anything." The doors to the interrogation room opened and Sara stormed out, making her way towards them. Warrick gave Sophia a wink and jogged back to the break room. She turned around and called out to Sara. "Hey! Sara... wait up!"
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"Oh my God. I can't do this. I'm going to puke."
"Suck it up! We haven't even walked into the lab yet!"
"Were you this nervous when you made a move on Grissom?"
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry. I-"
"I didn't make the move, he did."
"Well remind me to ask him later if he was ever this nervous."
"I don't see what the big deal is! You're going to walk into the lab, smile and wave, get to work, and talk to her like you normally do. WHY'S THAT SO NERVEBENDING!?"
"Stop yelling at me! You're make me even more nervous!"
"Get it together!" She gave him a quick slap behind the head and frowned when he whined.
"Caaatherine. Don't mess up my hair! It has to be PERFECT when I see her."
"Well let's just hope you don't see her until you've had a talk with Nick and Warrick."
"Oh my God. I forgot about that!"
"Calm down. Breathe through your nose and don't throw up in my Denali." She parked her car as close to the doors as she could and hoped down from the SUV. Greg took his time closing the door and stepping down from the car. Catherine walked around and grabbed him by his shirt collar.
"Wait! I thought I saw a scratch on your car!"
"You did see a scratch on my car. It's from when Grissom and... nevermind." She groaned in frustration as she tugged on his shirt. He held on to the outside of the door handle and whinned.
"Noooo. I don't wanna go!"
"Come on! Don't make me-"
"Catherine!! Thank God!!" Gil came running from the break room and looked down at them. "What are you two doing?"
"She's trying to kill me!"
"He won't cooperate!!"
"Nick and Warrick are ready for you." Greg eased up on the door handle and straightened himself out. Catherine took the opportunity and dragged him into the break room. When she shoved him in, Gil ran through the door and locked it so Greg couldn't get out.
"I hope you guys know I'm constrophobic. If you get to close to me, I spontanesously combust!" Catherine sat down and let out a heavy sigh. Gil walked up behind her and rubbed her shoulders as she said,
"We are NEVER having children."
A/N: I know I must have some mis-spelled words in there some where, but I'm on my friends lab top. XD She let me borrow it so I could let you guys read this wonderful chapter. LOL. Tell me what ya think of it!