All For Nothing
Chapter 4 – Red Rose Surprises.
„Oh my god, Louise" Greg panted as he heaved a box up the stairs. She danced up lightly in front of him, carrying a much lighter box, "How many boxes do you have?"
She read the label on the top of his box over her shoulder, "Well, 56. Plus some furniture. And you do have a book box."
He tilted the box so he could see, "Damn… I knew I should've picked the other one."
"C'mon Greg," she called, "There is only one flight of stairs left."
He groaned as he hauled it up to her apartment, dumping it in the centre of the room. "Okay. I need a break now."
Louise laughed, setting her box next to his, before making her way back towards the door, "Weakling," she taunted.
Greg chased after her, "That's not very nice, is it?"
Three hours later, they had carried up all 56 boxes, a sofa and a bookcase. Greg collapsed onto the sofa, "That is it!" he declared, "I'm done. No more carrying!" He wiped his forehead dramatically, fanning himself with him hand.
Louise, however, settled herself on the floor and pulled the nearest box towards her. "Lucky for you, there is nothing else to carry." She slit the tape and revealed stacks of neatly piled books, "You could do me a favour and stick all the books on the shelf."
He pulled himself up, dragging himself towards her, "Any particular order?"
She smiled, "Alphabetised by author, please. I put them in the box in reverse order, so it shouldn't be too difficult. I'll be in the wardrobe if you need me."
He shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Which one?" He hadn't noticed when they were apartment hunting, but Louise's new bedroom had not one but TWO walk in wardrobes, one on either side of the bedroom. He had just assumed the other door was an office, or en suite bathroom, as he looked around the apartment, he realised just how unobservant he had been the first time around. It seemed a lot bigger now, and there was a sliding door into an office, which he had mistaken for a wall. He now understood why Louise had loved this apartment so much; a shoe wardrobe and a clothing wardrobe. Chuckling under his breath, Greg started placing the books on the shelf. Guess you can never take the sisterhood away from an Omega Chi Delta.
Louise walked back into the living room and picked up a kitchen box. Greg was still unpacking books, "You have so many books!" he exclaimed, looking at the series of bookshelves twisting around the apartment. She shrugged, giggling.
Greg raised an eyebrow. "You are really strange, you know that?"
She turned around smiling, "I've been told that a couple of times." She winked before turning back to the kitchen. "You want a glass of vino?"
"Sounds like a good idea," he replied, placing the last couple of books on the shelf.
"I'm afraid you might have to live with a plastic cup," Louise called out into the living room, opening another box as she searched for a pair of wine glasses, "Hold on! Found them."
She unwrapped the bubble wrap, happily bursting a few of the bubbles before pouring a glass of red wine for herself and Greg. Carefully, she carried them to the sofa and handed one to Greg, as she sat down next to him, curling her feet underneath her. Resting her arm against the back of the sofa, she absentmindedly twisted a stray tendril behind her ear. She smiled lightly at him, watching him closely. "I can't believe it's been two months already."
He raised his eyebrow, "Two months? It feels like you've been here for years."
"Wow, Greg." She smirked, "Are you sick of me already?" She feigned offense and Greg squirmed to escape from the hole he was digging for himself.
"No, that's not what I meant…" he stuttered, "It's just… you're…"
"Greg. I'm kidding." She said, giggling.
He blushed before laughing with her.
"So…" she smiled, "Stanford?"
"So…" he repeated, "Stanford?"
"Touché."
"I'm slightly confused though." He frowned, "You're, what… Twenty Four? Yet you graduated in 2000 and have been a CSI for two years. It doesn't add up."
"Twenty Three… thank you very much." Louise grinned, "It's slightly complicated. I guess the best way to explain it would be… Grissom."
"Ahhh… So would that make you the bug girl?" He smirked.
She shook her head, "I didn't really specialise, given that I was fast tracked through college."
"I guess that makes you super smart then?"
Louise shrugged, "I wouldn't say' super smart'… more like brainwashed into forensics."
"So you don't enjoy it then?"
"Are you kidding? I love it… I couldn't imagine doing anything BUT forensics. Besides, the gun is a great prop." She joked, still twirling that stray tendril.
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Greg stared into her eyes for a moment, enchanted by the electric blue, before dropping his gaze to her lips. He cautiously placed one hand on her knee, sliding closer towards her, cupping her cheek with the other hand. His lips hovered above hers for a moment; he could feel her breath, short and nervous.
An angry knocking at the door interrupted Greg, as he tried to close the gap between them. Louise let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes still closed, savouring the moment. "I'm sorry…" she breathed, slipping from the sofa towards the door. Her eyes widened as she threw open the door to the person she least wanted to see in that moment. The fact that he was clutching a bouquet of red roses didn't make her feel any better.
"Jem?"
A.N.
I have two very important apologies for all my lovely readers. Firstly, I am sooooooooo sorry for not updating this story for centuries. Since I went back to school I have had virtually no time whatsoever but I am working on time management so hopefully I can spend more time writing. Secondly, apologies for this extremely short and rather pathetic chapter. I've got amazing ideas for this fic, but its just getting there that is the problem (as always). Anyway, thanks for sticking with me and hopefully you enjoy this story.
Also... Jem's back! How much drama is he going to cause, do you think?
Love always... CI xxx