-1Chapter 3 - "Relative Type"
I woke up to the sound of my cell going off. At 3 a.m. on my day off. Argh!
"Sanders," I answered.
"Greg? Can you please do me a favor?"
"Sara? What do you need?" She sounded worried.
"I just got called in. Can you come over and watch my nephew?" Her nephew?
"Sure, Sar. I'll be over in a moment." I hung up and got dressed. Good thing we lived in the same apartment complex.
I jogged over to building 3A and ran up the three flights of stairs to Sara's apartment. I knocked and the door was almost immediately opened. By Sara's twin. Whoa.
"I'm Greg," I said. She nodded and let me in.
"Sam Morey-Sidle," she replied. "Sara's in her room."
"Greg?" Sara called. I walked to the single bedroom.
She was sitting with a teenager. "This is Matt. He has a concussion and stitches." She stood up. "Thanks for doing this on such a short notice. I got called in and Sam is leaving in an hour."
"No problem," I grinned. "Anything for my favorite girl."
Sam snorted in laughter.
"What? She is," I protested to the younger brunette.
"You're not her type."
"Sam," Sara groaned. "Shut up."
"Leave Sam alone," Matt mumbled and laid down.
"Well, he's not." I felt like I was in the middle of a family argument. I probably was.
"Thanks, Greg. Night, Matt. I'll see you at work, both of you." She left.
I followed Sam to the kitchenette. She pulled a bottle out of the fridge.
"Here." She handed it to me.
"I've got to work," I said. Honestly, I probably would be called in with the quadruple homicide going on.
"It's root beer," she replied and grinned. Her gap-toothed smile was just like Sara's.
"Thanks." I popped the top off. "Where do you work?"
She looked at me for a moment, studying my face. "Tonight's my first night. I work as a CSI."
"Really? Cool. I work on the nightshift there."
"That's the shift I'll work on." she shrugged and headed towards the fridge again. she pulled out another root beer. "At least I'll know someone besides my…." She trailed off.
"Your aunt? Sister?" I offered. She frowned and took a swig of her soda.
"No, my relative."
"You're not gonna tell me what she is?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Maybe I will. You'll probably find out on your own though." She finished her soda. "Let's put it this way. Matt's my cousin. So, I'm definitely not Sara's sister." She grinned again, but it faded.
There was a knock on the door. I stood uyp off my barstool as Sam walked to the door. When the door opened, it was a beautiful blonde. "Sam!" She hugged my serious acquaintance.
"Sydney." Then they kissed, surprising me. Damn. How come my hot host was a lesbian?
"Greg, this is my partner Sydney."
"Hi," I said and waved. Sydney grinned.
"Syd, this is Sara's friend and my co-worker."
"Pleasure," the blonde said. The went and sat on the couch. Sam motioned for me to follow. I sat down on the duvet across from them.
"I have to leave for work now," Sam said. "Syd can stay here with Matt. You can go home and sleep, Greg."
I shook my head. "I can drive you into work. I've probably gotta help Jimmy out with DNA. He's too new for his own good."
"M'kay. Thanks," Sam said. She hugged Sydney and we left for work.
Why was I getting a crush on a gay girl?
