A/N: Thanx to the reviewers who helped me with some grammatical errors. My 'beta' quit on me so (long story)…I'm kinda alone on this. (Longer story) So these next few chapters will take a little bit longer to post. :( Sorry.
Once again, the only thing I own are the people coming to be interviewed…no one else. Hmmm…but maybe…A HA! I've got it! In the middle of the night I will sneak to the actor's houses and steal them in the night…(of course I'll take time to admire George in whatever pajama's he's wearing…if he's wearing any :)…) Okay, okay, (naughty Chella)
And yeah, I know it's kinda unrealistic that they'd be holding interviews that same day…but hey, its fan fiction…you'll get over it. And I know. OOC Grissom…again fan fiction…you'll get over it. On we go…
Chapter 2: Let the Games Begin
December 7, 2004
Break Room
7:12 a.m.
The minute Catherine let word out that CSI Las Vegas Crime Lab was holding interviews for Nightshift dozens of hopeful CSI requests came flooding in. Catherine had sent Warrick and Greg to the office for paperwork, while Nick went out to process a scene. Greg was to return to his lab the second Nick had something for him. Until them he and Warrick were to put their noses to the grindstone and do paperwork while Catherine held the interviews.
So far no one in particular had jogged her interest, and she's called Grissom every few interviews to fill him in on what was going on. Sara and he were preparing his lessons, while nervously awaiting word on the new CSI.
Catherine sighed and massaged her temples, trying to prepare herself for what was bound to be another disastrous interview. "Come in." She said tiredly. A tall blonde with an expensive rack and flawless appearance appeared in the doorway. She opened her mouth and a tiny voice came out.
"Um…is this where they're holding the interviews for the uh…position as the police officer."
Catherine eyed her skeptically. "It's a crime scene investigator position. And your name is…"
"Oh, right, sorry. My name is Erica." The blonde walked up to the chair but didn't make a move to sit down. Catherine raised her brow.
"Okay Erica, whenever you're ready." Catherine said and turned around to grab her mug of coffee, turning her back to the blonde. When she turned back around the blonde had shed her clothes and was wearing a police uniform. "What the Hell!" The blonde started a small radio and began to dance to Bad Boys by Inner Circle. She began to dance and gradually shed clothes. "STOP!" Catherine screamed, but the blonde didn't hear her.
Suddenly Warrick and Greg walked in the room, with their heads down, looking at papers. "Cat we just needed some help with- WHOA!" Warrick exclaimed as the blonde turned her attention on him.
"Hi." Greg replied and nodded at her as he walked towards her, but Warrick caught him by the collar and pulled him back.
"What's going on?" Warrick asked Catherine. She just sat there in shock with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Okay," Catherine stood up and turned off the radio. The blonde turned to her abruptly confused. "What are you doing?"
"Isn't this the auditions for A Life of Late Night Crime?"
All of them shook their heads and the blonde blushed. "Oh."
"You couldn't tell by the décor?" Greg asked gesturing to the walls around them.
"I thought this was the set…I am so sorry…is this an actual police station and am I going to be under arrest?"
Catherine shook her head and chuckled, "No, I can imagine so, yes, and no." Catherine sat back down in her chair and looked at the blonde who was on the verge of tears. "Okay, calm down." Catherine handed the young girl her clothes and sighed, "How old are you?"
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "22…I'm so embarrassed."
"Why don't you go back to your house, go back to school, get a job, and earn a respectable living. Trust me, it'll be worth it. But you might wanna buy a full top. That should've tipped me off right there." Catherine remarked and the girl chuckled.
"I'm sorry. But, I don't think I can go back to school. How do I start over? Won't it be hard?"
"Of course it will be hard…but I can guarantee ya the life you're living now is much harder. I would know. I used to be a dancer at the Belagio, I was Glitter, the best thing to ever hit that place…but my life sucked. So I turned my life around and became a crime scene investigator." Catherine explained and the girl looked at her in awe.
"You're Glitter?"
"I used to be."
"Oh my GOSH! You're the reason I became a dancer in the first place!" The blonde smiled in admiration.
Catherine moaned, "Great, I inspired someone to become a stripper." She threw her hands in the air showing regret. She just prayed she hadn't inspired anyone else…her thoughts immediately went to Lindsey.
"You were the best." Warrick pointed out.
Catherine smirked, "I know…but the point is that you should get out of this before you're in too deep. Trust me…you'll appreciate it in the long run."
The girl nodded and looked up at Catherine. "Thank you."
Catherine smiled back, and at that moment Nick walked in. "Cat I just-" He stopped short when he saw the practically naked stripper sitting in the chair. He looked from the stripper, to Catherine, to the stripper, to the guys, then back to the stripper. "Is she the new CSI?"
Warrick rolled his eyes and Nick looked back at the girl. "Nick what do you have?" Catherine asked him trying to get the man's attention off of the stripper.
"Huh? Oh, a DNA sample for Greggo and your opinion on something." He replied while stealing glances at the blonde who was trying to grab his attention with her eyes. He handed Catherine the paper and crossed his arms over his chest, while flexing his muscles.
The blonde smiled and raised her eyebrow while Warrick and Greg rolled their eyes and Nick smiled at the girl. "Nick I think-"Catherine looked up at him and narrowed her gaze. "Hey lover boy, quit drooling and send the trace to Hodges, tell him its top priority and give Greg the DNA." Nick nodded and turned to leave. "Everyone else, clear out as well."
Warrick and Greg stepped forward, "We need your consent to forge."
"I already said that's okay." Catherine clarified.
"Told ya." Warrick said.
"I just wanted to be sure." Greg argued as they joined Nick in the hall. "Man…she was hot!"
"Yeah…I always did have a thing for blondes." Warrick remarked and stole a quick glance in the break room at Catherine.
"She was good lookin…but I've seen hotter."
"No uh." Greg argued as the trio walked down the hall. Nick handed Greg the sample and crossed his arms over his chest again.
"Yes huh." Nick assured.
"Sure." Warrick replied sarcastically.
"Like when?" Greg asked. Nick opened his mouth to speak, but the opening of the front doors caught their eyes. Suddenly a red head appeared in the door. She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head and looked around before entering. She loosened her black scarf and unbuttoned her black jacket as she entered.
"Right now." Nick finished.
She walked up to the front desk and asked the receptionist, Judy, a question. Judy nodded and waved her along. The red head made her way down the hall and stopped in front of the trio of men. "Hi. I'm looking for Catherine Willows. Is she holding the interviews for the new CSI?"
"Yes. She's in that room back there." Warrick pointed and smiled a greeting at her.
"Thank you." She smiled and moved past them and down the hall. They all watched her go and Greg smiled as he watched.
"Nice view." Greg commented about her sizable behind.
"Hell yeah." Warrick remarked as the two went their separate ways leaving Nick to watch the girl walk into the break room and shake hands with Catherine.
"You got that right." Nick agreed and took off to Trace to find Hodges.
Break Room
7:46 a.m.
Catherine took one look at the red head and decided to ask, "You are here for the CSI position and not a porno or strip job right?"
The red head raised an eyebrow and looked at Catherine like she was nuts. "Uh, yeah…I'm here for the CSI position."
Catherine smiled. "Good."
"Ya know, I'm not even gonna ask." She concluded while chuckling. Catherine laughed and sat down.
"Smart girl." The red head sat down and took off her jacket and scarf, setting them neatly in her lap. Catherine smiled at her. "So, was this place easy to find?" Catherine asked the young red head.
"I got lost."
"You're not from around here are you?"
"Nope." She shook her head. "I actually just got here. I'd been planning to move here for a while but I wanted a job first."
"So you don't live here?"
"Not yet. I'll move here if I get this job."
Catherine nodded. "So where are you from?"
"Western Montana."
"Really? Me too." Catherine chuckled while shuffling the papers on the lab desk and rearranging them so they were in a particular order.
"No kidding."
"No. So, do you miss it?"
The red head grimaced, "Truthfully…I hated it."
"Same here." Catherine agreed and the two shared a laugh. "Aright, let's get started…I'm sorry, I don't know your name."
The red head laughed, "I'm Kristina."
"Anderson?" Catherine asked flipping through her papers of resumes. The girl nodded and Catherine smiled. "You have a lot of good recommendations Kristina…you specialize in…anthropology?" She nodded and Catherine smiled. "Well…this looks pretty good. And you're the only person I've seen all day that has an IQ over their jean size." Kristina laughed. "And you have a good sense of humor…you'll fit right in Kris. Is it alright that I call you Kris?"
She nodded and smiled. "Everybody does."
Catherine smiled and took out her cell phone. "I just need to call the supervisor, Grissom, and give this the okay."
"GilGrissom?" Kristina asked.
Catherine nodded. "Yes, do you know him?"
"No, but his name sounded familiar." Kris stated perplexed.
"Well he's done some work in Forensic Monthly and been in several magazines, especially entomology; maybe you read his name somewhere."
"Hmm…maybe."
Catherine waited for Grissom's voice to pick up on the other line. "Hey Griss…no, we've got someone…yes…best so far." Catherine rolled her eyes. "Sorry, but she's smarter than the bug guy. No, she specializes in anthropology. Yes, like Terri Miller." Catherine chuckled as she heard Sara enthusiastically saying to hire the new girl.
Catherine knew Sara hated Terri Miller, purely because of her relationship with Grissom, and would give anything to keep her permanently away from Grissom. Even if it meant bringing in a new specialist in anthropology.
"All right Gil…yes…I'll send the information to you by e-mail and you can print it out, providing you have e-mail…uh huh. Yep. Well, do you just want me to do it now…it'd save more time than actually waiting for you to get the information? And I know you want to decide but I have a really good feeling about her…okay." Catherine smiled and gave Kris the thumbs up sign. She smiled back. "Alright, will do…have fun, but not too much fun." She replied and hung up the phone. "All systems go."
"I'm hired?"
"You're hired."
Grissom's Office
8:13 a.m.
"She's hired?" Warrick asked. "How'd you get the green light from Griss so quickly?"
"He decided it was better to hire her now and see if she can last instead of waiting, then experimenting."
"Ah." Greg said smiling. "Nevertheless…"
"Slow down boy." Catherine said laughing, "She's getting situated and I don't want anyone scaring her off. She seems promising; I think she could really help us. Plus…I like her too much to torture her with you. If she turns out to be a bitch, then have at it."
Greg rolled his eyes and Nick chuckled. "You couldn't get her anyway."
"What and you could?"
"Please, neither of you would stand a chance against me, not that I'm interested…" He hinted and looked over at Catherine who was smiling. "…In her anyway." He finished and Catherine blushed. He gave a bright smile and winked at her.
"So…Warrick's out…you going for her?" Greg asked and Nick shrugged.
"I dunno."
"That's a yes." Greg teased.
"Care to make this interesting?" Nick requested tapping his chin with his thumb.
"You mean more so than it's already going to be?" Catherine whispered to Warrick. he chuckled and continued to watch the younger men's antics.
"How so?" Greg asked intrigued.
"First one to get her on a date wins."
"Wins what?"
"I don't know…$50."
"You guys are sick." Catherine shook her head. They ignored her.
"So, wanna bet on it?" Nick asked and Greg thought about it.
"Deal."
Nick smiled. "Get your wallet ready Sanders, because I'm turning on the Stokes Charm."
Warrick made a disgusted face. "Dude that is the worst line I've ever heard. You should owe him $50 for that."
Nick stuck his tongue out at Warrick. "Oh, very mature." Catherine joked and Nick rolled his eyes.
"Kinda like Greg." Nick cracked.
Greg rolled his eyes and smiled when he saw her near the office. "Hello." He greeted the red head at the door.
Kris smiled at him. "Hi."
"Kris, this quirky lab tech is Greg," Catherine began.
"Hello." He extended his hand and she shook it.
"Next to him is Warrick,"
"How ya doin girl?" Warrick greeted friendly.
Kris smiled and shook his hand. "Fine. Thank you for asking. How about you?"
"Well I am doing ok…or I will be once I'm out from behind this desk."
Kris and Catherine chuckled. "And the cowboy over here is Nick."
He smiled and extended his hand. "Hi." he drawled.
"Hi." She shook his hand.
"Everybody, this is Kristina Anderson. She's gonna be working out in the field as a CSI 2. Warrick, sorry bud, but that means you're behind the desk with me and Greg you're in the lab. And Kris, if any of these boys get too crazy…just slap 'em upside the back of the head. That's usually only Greg though."
"Yes, I've fashioned the exterior of an idiosyncratic, eccentric, buffoon of a lab technician that aspires to be out in the field as a CSI." Greg stated.
"Geez Greg, who gave you a thesaurus?" Warrick joked and everybody laughed.
"Shut up Warrick." Greg scowled at Warrick and blushed at Kris' smile.
"Alright, that's enough children. Back to your assignments. Nick, did you finish your other case?"
"Just about, I just have the paperwork."
"Well do that later, I need you to take Kris around Vegas for about an hour so she can learn where everything is. She just moved here from Montana and she needs to get a feel of the place. I'll call you guys if a case comes in. Okay?"
Nick nodded and looked over at Kris. "You ready to go?"
"Yes." She nodded. Nick nodded back and they took off out the door.
Greg trotted off to the DNA lab leaving Warrick and Catherine alone in Grissom's office. Catherine closed the door, and then turned to smile at Warrick. "You did that on purpose." Warrick accused while smiling. Catherine flipped her hair off her shoulder nonchalantly.
"What?"
"Don't play dumb." He ordered as she sat down next to him. "You know what I'm talking about, sending Nick off with…Kris? And then Greg has to go and sit in his lab." He placed his hand on her knee. "They're gonna get suspicious.
"Oh please, like your little 'I'm not interested in her' bit didn't tip them off." Catherine joked and grabbed his other hand.
"They didn't seem suspicious."
"They didn't show suspicion. Besides, is it so bad if they figure it out?" She asked innocently.
"It's not bad…I'm just not ready for the spot light, and questions, and Ecklie radar…it's too much for a young relationship."
"True…but we work with investigators…they will figure it out."
"Alright, and if they figure it out before we decide to tell them then oh well…it's just…I want to enjoy you without the skeptical eye of everyone else. And whenever I call in sick I don't want them thinking I'm only faking so we can fool around."
Catherine chuckled, "Yeah…I see what ya mean."
"Plus, you gotta admit that the sneaking around and wondering who will catch us," he kissed her lips. "And what they'll catch us doin," he kissed her again. "And where we're doing it," He kissed her passionately. "Is kind of exciting."
December 7, 2004
Quality Inn Massena
9:12 a.m.
"Isn't this exciting?" Grissom asked practically giddy. Sara yawned and stretched as she carried her purse and the hotel staff carried their luggage.
"Yep…it's great Griss." She looked around tiredly at the hallway and stopped when the bell hop stopped at a door.
"This is your room."
The statement of only one room made Sara become fully alert. "What? Room…as in only one?"
"Yes."
"We reserved two." Grissom stated growing worried.
The bell hops looked at each other. "Grissom, Gil/ Guest?"
Grissom nodded as Sara rolled her eyes. "Yes."
"We only have you down as one room."
Grissom sighed and massaged his temples. "Okay, well can I just get another room?"
"Sorry sir, all of our rooms are taken."
"Are you serious?"
"Can't you just check?" Sara asked.
"Alright, but I'm telling you, we don't have any. We're booked for the Christmas events and New Years…we're booked till March."
Sara and Grissom looked in disbelief. "Are you joking?"
"Sorry but no…" Grissom and Sara sighed. "If it makes things better, there are two beds." He offered.
Grissom nodded, "Thank you."
Grissom opened the door and the bell hop set the bags on the bed. "I'm sorry about this sir."
"It's okay." He waved the man away and paid him his tip. The man exited the room, leaving Grissom and Sara standing dumbly in the room.
He sighed and looked over at Sara. "Which bed do you want?"
She chuckled at his bluntness and pointed to the bed by the window. Grissom nodded and handed Sara her bag. She began to unpack and put her clothes in her side of the dresser, while Grissom did the same with his.
Once they were each finished Grissom looked over at Sara and shrugged.
"Do you wanna grab something to eat?"
Nick's Tahoe
10:10 a.m.
"Are you hungry?" Nick asked the young, quiet, girl next to him, cutting the awkward silence that have enveloped the car. They had been driving for almost two hours and they had barely said two words to each other.
She looked over at him and stared for a minute. "Sure." She answered and unclipped her hair. Nick watched her from the corners of his eye as her auburn hair fell about an inch past her shoulder and framed her face. She ran her slim fingers through it and tried to release the tangles. "I don't like being watched." She stated to Nick, without looking at him.
He abruptly turned his head forward and pulled into the diner on the side of the road. "We're here." He unbuckled his seat belt and waited for her to make a move to get out of the car. She finished piling her hair on top of her head and clipping it.
Kris opened the door and stepped out of the car. Nick waited till she was next to him and started walking. "So how long have you been in Vegas?" He asked.
"Just today." She answered and opened the door before Nick could reach it. She held it open for him as he walked through it.
He pointed towards a booth in the back and she started off towards the booth. Nick tagged along behind her and sat across from her in the booth. The awkward silence had returned and Nick twittled his thumbs to show his boredom. "So…where is your apartment?"
"Why?"
Nick held up his hands. "I'm just tryin to make conversation."
She paused to evaluate his answer before telling him. "I don't have one yet."
"So where are you staying?"
"Are you always this inquisitive?"
"Yes. Are you always this diffident?"
"I'm not diffident."
"I'm just makin conversation and ya jumped down my throat." Nick defended and watched the red head across from him frown. "Ya know, I'd ask how you came to be an investigator but you'd probably bite my head off."
She looked at him and scowled, "Yeah, I probably would." She replied sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
"You're a piece of work you know that?"
"Nope I didn't know that. I've known me for twenty six years and I didn't know that."
"Wow, I've known ya for two hours and I figured that out. You sure an investigator is the job for you? It takes smarts." Nick insulted.
Kris glared. "So how'd you get in?"
Nick scowled and shook his head. "Whatever." He glared as he looked out the window. Nick shook his head in exasperation. "God, are you gonna be like this forever?"
He looked over at her reading the menu, "I don't know…" She said nonchalantly. "…wanna bet on it?" She asked with a straight face. Nick went pale and he bit his lower lip. Kris shifted her eyes upwards so she could see his reaction. "Hmm, didn't think so."
He leaned forward. "Kris I'm sor-"
"Save it. I don't really care." She turned her attention back to the menu. "Even if it is only $50, tell me Nick, is that your usual rate when degrading women?" She put down the menu and rested her arms on the table.
Nick sighed, "This is actually the first time I've ever bet on a woman so…"
"'So' what, I should feel special?" She scoffed and shook her head in disgust. "And you say I'm a piece of work."
"Kris I'm sorry."
"I said save it. I don't care what some self-centered, egotistic, Lady-Killer, prick thinks of me and how much I'm worth." She snapped and Nick dropped his jaw.
"That was harsh."
"Yeah, and betting $50 on some girl whom you know nothing about is pleasant." She countered while looking him in the eye.
"I said I was sorry."
"And that's supposed to make it better?" Nick dropped his head, "Truthfully, I'm surprised you even bet that much on me."
Nick looked up at her confused he really wished that she wasn't going to go into some 'I'm-not-worth-anything' EMO phase. "Why?"
She took a sip of the water the waitress had just sat down.
"Can I take your orders?" She asked pleasantly.
"Scrambled eggs, bacon, fruit bowl, and black coffee please." Kris ordered while putting on a smile as to not alert the waitress that anything was wrong.
"Meat Lovers Breakfast with an orange juice." Nick stated smiling for the same reason Kris had. The waitress nodded and walked away.
Nick looked back over at Kris anxiously awaiting her answer. She took a sip of water. "Because I would have only bet $20 on you." She stated and Nick's jaw dropped again.
The waitress returned and smiled. "Ya know, we're out of the Meat Lovers Breakfast and Scrambled eggs, can I get the two of you anything else?"
Kris shook her head and smiled. "No thank you Miss." She laid down a generous tip and paid for their drinks without Nick's help, he was still staring at her blankly; she collected her things and slid from the booth. "Nicky's kinda full already…he just stuck his foot in his mouth."
Quality Inn Massena
Grissom and Sara's Room
12:18 p.m.
Sara's mouth watered as she wrapped it around a nice, big, veggie burger and savored the taste of it. She opened her eyes and realized she had soaked her pillow with saliva. Her stomach grumbled and she moaned and rolled over to see Grissom talking on the phone.
Grissom pressed the hotel phone to his ear. "Hello?" The hotel room service director asked.
"Hi, this is Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle from room 117 B, we ordered room service an hour ago and we still haven't received it."
Sara sighed and walked to the bathroom, the drive of her hunger too much for her to be able to keep still.
"Ah, yes. Well our bell hop is out running other errands and everyone else is snowed in at their homes…We have just one chef who is working as hard as he can to fill everyone's orders. Grissom sighed and Sara walked out of the bathroom and looked at him.
'What's wrong?' She mouthed and Grissom rolled his eyes and took the mouthpiece away from his face.
"Everyone's snowed out and they're working with limited staff." Gil whispered and Sara shook her head and lay down on the bed next to the window and watched Grissom talk on the phone. He hung up the phone. "They said they'll get our food to us eventually."
Sara rolled over and looked at her purse. She stood up and walked over to it. Grissom watched her, until a granola bar flew directly at him. "I forgot I had these…it'll hold us over till they bring our food."
Sara moaned and rolled over on her wet pillow. "Great."
"For now…I guess we just sleep until our food comes."
Sara scoffed. "That should be easy considering you tend to pass out on an empty stomach." Sara replied and Grissom sighed.
"I'm sorry Sara…I promise tomorrow will be better…if we can get out of the hotel and to the seminar It will be better."
"Whoa what?" She sat straight up. "What do you mean 'if'?"
"Yeah, about that, the hotel is kinda snowed in. Were stuck here until further notice."
Sara gaped at him. "Did you let the people at the seminar know?"
"They're snowed in too."
Sara flopped back down on the bed. "You have got to be kidding me."
Grissom shook his head. "I'm so sorry Sara. Truthfully, besides the fact that you know so much about bugs…I brought you because I wanted you to have a good time. You work so hard and you never have any time off so…plus I thought you'd like New York and..." He let his thought trail off as she looked him straight in the eye.
Say it Grissom…say it…we both know you want to. Sara thought, her heart beat increasing and her pupils dilating.
Say it Gil…just tell her…tell her the words. Grissom thought. "Um…" He scratched his beard nervously. "And…"
God just say it! This is killing me! Say the WORDS Grissom! Sara thought desperately. "Yeah?"
"And…you deserve it…you're a great person." He finished smiling like an idiot, while inside he was kicking himself, hell, he was killing himself!
She mumbled her thanks and lay back down on the bed. Grissom laid down on his and they both stared at the ceiling, the wheels in their heads were loud enough to be heard by the entire hotel.
Why didn't he say it…was he going to say it? Was I just imagining that look in his eye and smile on his lips…does he not care like that? That's it Sidle, you knew coming on this trip would get to you…just play it cool. No more thoughts about Grissom like that. It's not gonna happen. She thought.
You dork. You're smart enough to deal with bugs, speak Latin like its nobody's business, be named Smartest Man Of The Year by US weekly in 2003…yet you're too stupid to tell Sara Sidle, the object of your affection…that you care. Just that you care. We both know what you wanted to say…but you couldn't even tell her that. Geez Gil, for a smart guy, sometimes you're dumb. Grissom pondered.
You know Griss, for a smart guy, you're dumb sometimes. Sara reflected.
They both sighed loudly and stared at the ceiling.
"Good Night Grissom." Sara said and turned off the lamp by her bed.
"Good night Sara." He replied and turned off his light.
Grissom's Office
1:26 p.m.
"Good Morning Beautiful." Warrick's deep voice crooned as he brushed a blonde hair from Catherine's face. She stirred and her blue eyes fluttered open. "Hey Sleepy."
"Wh…what?"
"You feel asleep while doing paperwork…you looked so cute I decided to leave ya there." Warrick chuckled and she rubbed her eyes.
"How long was I out?"
"Only about three hours."
"Mmmhhmm…were there any cases?"
"Nope." Warrick answered and put the cap on his pen. "Just lot's of paperwork." He chuckled and stood up to stretch. He raised his arms over his head, his shirt sliding up as he did so.
Catherine moaned. "Ugh…it's taking everything I have inside of me not to ravage you right here on the boss' desk."
Warrick chuckled, "And they say that men think about sex more."
Catherine chuckled, "I think you and I think about sex pretty much the same amount of time…I just voice it more." Catherine concluded and Warrick bent down to peck her on the lips.
He pulled away and she smiled. "Well…we can think about sex when we're alone." Warrick replied and looked around showing that they were indeed alone.
"You're right…like at my house." She teased and stood up and walked away from him. He dropped his jaw and watched her walk away.
He flung a rubber band at her, "Tease!" He called and she turned back around, shook her ass and winked.
"You know it."
Greg's DNA Lab
1:46 p.m.
"Don't I know it?" Greg commented to the magazine quiz. Its results predicted that he was the most irresistible of all his friends at the lab. He chuckled and looked for more quizzes to take when he looked up and saw a very pissed off Nick and Kris walk down the hall, as far apart from each other as they could be while still walking down the same hall. Greg raised his eyebrow and went out to greet them. "Hey Nick, hey Kris. What's up?"
Kris smiled, "Not much Greg. I'm just looking for Catherine. Have you seen her?"
"Yeah, I think she went into the break room. The place you went for the interview." Kris looked to where he was pointing and smiled.
"Thanks Greg."
She took off and Greg looked over at Nick. "Okay, what happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Um, you two couldn't have been walking further apart unless you were in separate hallways. And what's with the glares. Did she run over your cat or something?" Greg joked and Nick rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry about it man." He answered and jogged down the hall after Kris. She had just went into the break room and greeted Catherine.
"No there aren't any cases in…sorry." Catherine had answered the question asked previously, upon Nick's arrival. "If you're really bored you can help Warrick and I with some paperwork." Catherine offered, already knowing that the answer would be 'no'.
"Well if you really need the help…"
Catherine chuckled and stirred the two mugs of coffee. "No, it's fine. We've probably only got two more days worth of it and at the rate people are dying we're good. It's enough for you and Nick to handle by yourselves. But if the two of you are really swamped I can lend you Warrick." She informed them. Kris nodded and sighed. "For now, the two of you can just relax…why don't you bring Greggo in here…he's always entertaining." Catherine said and walked out.
Kris sighed and turned around to see Nick. Pretending as though she hadn't, she walked over to the couch and sat down. She grabbed a magazine and put her brown American Eagle boots against the side of the table for support as she read.
Nick watched her and she sighed. "I don't like to be watched." She said exasperated.
Nick rolled his eyes and walked over to her. He sat down on the coffee table and she took her feet off of it so she wasn't near him. "Look, we need to settle this. We're going to be working together and we have to be professional. I'm sorry Kristina. I didn't mean to offend you."
She wanted to snap, 'well what did you mean to do', but she didn't. She knew it wouldn't do any good. Kris sighed, "Fine. Apology accepted." Nick nodded and stood up.
She sighed, and Nick spun around. "Okay, what did I do now?"
"What?" She asked confused.
"You sighed."
"So? I sighed, I'm tired."
"No, that wasn't an 'I'm bored' sigh that was a 'you're pissin me off' sigh."
"No it wasn't." She replied and sighed again.
"See! You did it again!"
She chuckled exasperatedly at him. "What ever."
"What's your problem with me?"
"I don't know. I just, don't like you." She shrugged and continued with her magazine.
"Well what don't you like about me?"
"Why do you care!" She asked smiling despite herself. He was acting so childish it was amusing but starting to piss her off. "What, do you seek validation everywhere you go and immediately become paranoid, insecure, and annoying when someone doesn't like you or finds you annoying?"
Nick raised his eyebrow and frowned. "You are extremely unpleasant."
"Okay." She nodded and went back to her magazine. He growled in aggravation and she gave an annoyed laugh. "Why does it bother you? Can't we just leave it at I don't like you, and you don't like me?" She asked.
Nick sighed, "Do you know how hard that will be working together?"
"I particularly don't care. I only have to burdened with your presence while I'm at work. So I really don't give a-"
"Damn!" Greg yelled walking into the door of the break room and spilling his community creditable coffee.
He rubbed his head and walked in the door, while waving at Kris and Nick. "Are you okay Greg?" Kris asked while laughing.
Greg rubbed his head more and made a face. "I hope so."
Kris laughed and stood up. The 5'6 red head walked over to him and inspected his bump. "Wow, that's a big one…why weren't you looking where you were going?"
"I was distracted by a beautiful red head sitting on the couch in here." Greg flirted and she blushed and shook her head while reaching into the fridge for a pack of ice.
"Well, I bet she feels pretty bad about that." She replied.
"Well she shouldn't, it's not her fault she's beautiful." Greg explained and she laughed.
"Are you always this flirty?" She asked while wrapping the ice in a paper towel.
"Yes." He and Nick answered at the same time. Kris chuckled and placed the bag of ice on his head. He hissed at the contact. "Head." He joked and gestured to the lump on his head as though it wasn't obvious.
She laughed, "Yeah." Kris took his hand and put it on the ice bag so he would hold it in place. "Well watch where you're goin next time." She joked and went back to sit down on the couch, with Greg hot on her heels. He stopped at the table and looked through the selection of magazines.
Nick leaned in towards Kris. "He was in on the bet too ya know." He whispered and Kris shrugged.
"I know." Nick dropped his jaw. "What, I can forgive you but not him?" She asked.
"No I just don't understand why you're so nice to him and not me."
She shrugged innocently. "There's just something about you that annoys me. And before you ask…don't, because I don't know what it is."
"So let me get this straight," Greg butted in startling Nick and Kris, "You know about the bet, which I'm sorry for by the way, you've forgiven us…but you still don't like Nick? Yet you have no problem with me?" Greg clarified and Kris nodded. "Wow, that's a first. I bet that's annoying the hell outta Nick."
"It is." Kris chuckled and Greg joined in. Nick rolled his eyes and pouted, only making the two laugh more.
The laughter eventually subsided and Nick raised his eyebrow. "Are you hyenas done?"
Greg smiled but ignored him and looked at Kris, "So where are you staying?"
"Be careful Greg, she bites." Nick butted in nonchalantly while flipping through a magazine. Kris narrowed her gaze at the Texan while he gave a mock-pleasant smile.
Greg raised his eyebrow and Kris waved away the question. "Excuse me; I have to go check on something." She replied and walked away from them.
"Good job Nick, you scared her away."
"You're kiddin me right? I didn't scare her, she dissed you man." Nick explained and flipped through the pages of his magazine.
Greg shook his head. "She did not."
"Of course she didn't. So tell me, when are the two of you goin for lunch, and where does she live?" Nick asked smugly and nodded. "Exactly." He walked away and left the quirky lab tech feeling down and out for the count.
A/N: I was asked for more YOBLING…So how was that:)
I was asked for more GSR…it's soon to come…but hey, at least I put them in an awkward/sticky situation.
And yes, yes…Nick and Kris can't stand each other. But everyone else likes her…how will they deal?
And I know that there wasn't alot of drama and twists...but don't worry, there will be drama and twists galore! Oh there will be twists and drama...just you wait:)
MORE TO COME IN CHAPTER 3!
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