Okay here's chapter 2! I promise that the next chapter will be more exciting.....I was just trying to put some history in....sort of.....maybe not.....but whatever. Well I hope you enjoy and new CSI episode tonight.....Grissom says Goodbye.....noooooooo......
Disclamier: don't own CSI once again....only own Emily.....but I would love to own Greg....hehe
He rolled over again and grabbed his alarm clock. Raising it above his head, holding it with outstretched arms, it only read four in the afternoon. He groaned to his self and ran hand through his messy hair. He hadn't gotten wink of sleep since he dropped Emily off five hours ago. He knew why too. He couldn't deny that she's attractive, the way her hair frames her perfect face and falls down her back in waves, the perfect shape of her body. But there is something else, he could feel it.
Across the city, Emily Clark stood outside on the balcony of her hotel room. She watched as the sun dipped behind the mountains turning the sky brilliant colors of orange, yellow and pink. She had tried to sleep but the nerves of her first day of work ate away at her stomach. She was never very good at meeting new people, plus she was fresh out of college, graduating a year early, and only twenty two years old. The adjustment was going to be hard. The weather was one thing, probably the easiest, but now here in Nevada, her friends where all hundreds of miles away at college, her family also far from her. But she had felt a strange feeling when she met Greg, one that was all to familiar to her and scared her to death.
Two hours later
Greg Sanders walked into the air conditioned crime lab dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a blue shirt with a black suit coat, his tan messenger bag slung across his chest. He flashed his ID and proceeded into the building towards the locker room. Standing in the locker room he hung up his bag, pulling out his cell phone, slipping it into his pocket. He heard a noise in the doorway and turned instinctively towards it. Emily stood there in the same outfit as before but now carrying a smaller bag, similar to his own.
"This one's yours," Greg told her, pointing at a dark green locker across from his.
She mumbled a thank you, while she opened her locker.
Wanting to stay in the room longer with her, Greg mindlessly rummaged through his bag. Listening to her behind him, she also rummaged through her bag, and slammed her locker door shut, and turned to him.
"Looking for something?" she asked casually.
"Umm...Yeah...I," he stuttered, "Found it."
He had pulled out a red lacy thong.
Emily looked at him nervously, before turning to leave. Greg slapped a hand to his forehead, feeling like an idiot. Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown had given him that when he was given clearance to go into the field as sort of initiation present. He must have not gotten rid of them yet.
"I just had to pull that out…." He sighed to himself, throwing the thong back into his locker before slamming it a little too loudly.
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