Come What May – A Sandle Fanfiction
A/N: Don't hate me! Home from my holiday now so I can give you this! To counteract all the science-y bits from last chapter here is a bit of hilarious fluff! Enjoy!
The next day later at the Crime Lab, Greg was getting comfortable. A little too comfortable in the eyes of his co-workers. Greg's shift had started with him bringing another suitcase full of stuff except this one was different. This suitcase was full of coffee. Yes, you heard that correctly. A suitcase full of coffee. After yesterday's debacle with the revolting office coffee, Greg had taken the liberty of getting his own coffee that was to be kept a secret from anyone else. This blend was unlike many others and had only been experienced by very few. Blue Hawaiian was its name and it cost Greg forty dollars per bag. Providing that the calculations made on the volume of the suitcase compared to the coffee bags were right, there had to be at least ten bags in there. Four hundred dollars of coffee: that is a bit extreme for anyone. It's a good thing that Greg's grandfather's side of the family was rather wealthy. Greg would never admit that to anyone he just met anyway.
The coffee wasn't the only thing he was getting too comfortable with either. He had also gained the courage to start flirting with his female co-workers and be awfully cheeky to his male co-workers.
As Greg entered the lab, Nick was the first one to greet him who eyed the suitcase suspiciously.
"Hey, Greggo… Whatcha got in there?" Nick questioned.
"That's for me to know and you to never find out," Greg replied mysteriously. A sly grin kept to his face not making it obvious that he was hiding anything at all. He did a small twirl whilst grinning like a Cheshire cat before acting like one and disappeared altogether into his lab leaving Nick with a confused look upon his face. Nick remained still, staring at where Greg was standing a few seconds ago before Sara bumped into him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Sara replied whilst she retracted her steps so he could gain his personal space back with a flustered expression. "Oh, hey Nick," she said as she noticed his expression. "What's up?"
"Hey… you know the new lab rat?" Sara nodded wryly. "Well… I think he is weird."
"What? Do you mean like Grissom weird?" Sara laughed, knowing too well what her supervisor was like.
"No… I mean, like, high sort of weird. Sort of like he is on drugs. Do you think he perhaps is on drugs?"
"I doubt a police department would hire someone with a drug problem if the job entailed handling drugs and testing them." Sara frowned.
"Well, do you have an explanation for, someone you hardly know, carrying a large suitcase whilst having an insanely large grin on his face? Oh, and spinning around!" Nick turned to look at Sara who was bewildered to say the least.
"Spinning around? Oh, I have to see this!" Sara gave Nick a shrug and walked to Greg's lab seeing him put a CD on and then pretended his syringes were drum sticks. His head began to bang and he sat on his movable chair. He started spinning around like a crazy person, mimicking a rock star. Greg set down his pipettes for a moment to turn up his collar on his green shirt that was accented with light yellow lines before acting again.
The pair stood behind him and behind the glass wall absolutely baffled. Neither was sure whether they should walk in and tell him to switch it off or just stand there like lemons that were perplexed down to the core.
"Uhh," Sara leaned into Nick sideways on to whisper to him, "I think you are right… Now what do we do?" Sara crooked her head to the side to look at Nick. Giving no reply, Nick cleared his throat but it was no use. The music was too loud that the noise didn't make a difference. Sara groaned at Nick's lame attempt at bringing this nightmare to an end so she stormed over to the table and pressed down the square symbol for the music to stop.
Greg sprung out of his skin, whipping around to the see Sara and Nick stood by the CD player laid out on his desk. His eyes kept trying to escape and become wide saucers whilst he struggled to keep a flush at bay.
"Y-you know, I could have been a rock star if it wasn't for my braces and the head gear," Greg beamed out. The smile slowly faded seeing no reaction from either CSI and he dropped his pipettes onto the table as quick as he could before straightening out his collar. He saw Sara eye his shirt which today was sky blue coloured with tiny purple polka dots. "You like my shirt?" Sara raised an eyebrow, sceptical of what he was next to say. "Well, it's a distinct blend of Egyptian cotton, nylon and polyester with a hint of boyfriend material." Greg used his two fingers to indicate the tiny amount. Sara's raised eyebrow turned into a frown whilst her eyes scowled at him.
Meanwhile, Nick pursed his lips closed to suppress a laugh. This Greg might be weird but he pushed Sara's buttons in a way he would never dream to get her to scowl. The signature scowl was horrible to be on the receiving end of. He couldn't admit that this was hilarious as he had to work with her all night and now she would be like Little Miss Sunshine.
Sara rotated on her heels and quickly left the office with Greg innocently smiling at her.
"You will pay for that later, right?" Nick questioned Greg, who simply shrugged.
"That was what I was hoping for," Greg smirked.
Nick burst out in a silent laugh, shaking his head in disbelieve.
"You might be crazy but I like you. See you later, Greggo!"
"Au revoir," Greg waved Nick off. When he was gone, Greg's head dropped towards the table. Her reaction had just made his evening. He couldn't wait for Sara to be back with more evidence to process. His hard-to-resist charm was going to mesmerize her; she wouldn't even see it coming!
Just then, he realised his suitcase was abandoned next to his desk. Like a ninja, he shot off his chair to attend his suitcase like an over protective mother. It looked untouched. Thank goodness! Greg thought even though he knew his co-workers wouldn't snoop… would they? Greg shrugged and picked it up using the handle. He placed the case on the table and took a hold of the small lock with had a combination lock. He looked around his office to see if there was anyone looking in before turning each dial so the code read: 2407, his birthday. The lock popped open and he snuck out a single bag of coffee before shutting it closed again. He randomised the combination to avoid anyone seeing his collection. Using his arm, he hid the coffee underneath his dark blue lab coat and made his way to the break room.
He weaved his way through oncoming employees of the Crime Lab till he reached his destination. No one was in the break room which meant Greg could take a sigh of relief whilst turning the kettle on. Walking over to the sink, he spotted an empty cafetière that had been cleaned. He reached over to the right to grab a small tea spoon before opening the packet of coffee. He opened it delicately to be sure that the overly expensive coffee wouldn't fly everywhere. He dipped the spoon inside the packet and lifted out a level teaspoon and dropped the coffee in the glass column. By the time the water had boiled, he poured the water in and the aroma of coffee started wafting through the break room. Greg took a huge intake of breath and grinned. Coffee was definitely Greg's drug of choice.
The coffee was now made and all Greg had to do was pour his own cup. Heaven was coming his way… until someone decided to ruin this little sliver of heaven. Well, not exactly, but definitely ruin the intimate moment Greg and the coffee were having.
Someone cleared their throat making Greg jerk around and blush furiously like he had been caught in the act. That someone was Sara – granted that made him blush more so he looked a bit like a tomato. Literally.
"What d'you have Greg?" Sara eyed the cafetière, eagerly wanting some caffeine before she was sent out into the field.
"Uhh… nothing! Just a bit of coffee," Greg took a sip of his black coffee.
"You mean the horrible bath water that the lab gives us?"
"Uhh… yep!" Greg wasn't just going to give his coffee away the same way he would give away his vegetables at his family's Christmas meal.
"How can you drink that stuff?" When Sara needed the caffeine, she would often gulp it down making sure it didn't touch her taste buds but seeing Greg drink it bit by bit it made her think a little.
"It's not too bad…"
"Let me try it?" Sara stepped forwards, stretching her arm out.
"Uhh…" Greg began to stumble backwards, trying to be careful about the cup in his hands.
"Please?" Sara gave him her begging look and he faltered. He couldn't say no to that face of hers. He melted within an instant and gave in. He handed her the cup and he wished he could have magic powers at that moment to change his lovely coffee to the lab's coffee so that she wouldn't notice anything. It was too late. She took a sip before her mouth dropped open.
"Greg, this isn't the same coffee…" Sara took a few more mouthfuls, relishing the taste.
"Uhh…"
"You started bringing in coffee for the team? Aw, that's so nice but an obvious way to cosy up to your elders."
"No… I mean, I brought in secret coffee for me and only me so if you wouldn't mind-" Greg reached out to grab the cup but Sara moved the cup to behind her head.
"I would mind actually… Unless you want me to tell Grissom that you are using the labs water for personal use?" Sara gave him a half smile. Blackmail would be the only way for Sara to get in with this coffee.
"Well, now, now! No need to go and tell the boss!" Greg whispered, looking outside to make sure he wasn't around. "I could make you deal though." He stepped closer to Sara.
"Oh yeah…" Sara raised an eyebrow.
"If I let you have some of my coffee on a regular basis will you come and get lunch with me tomorrow?"
"As a date?" Sara's eyes turned horrified and Greg knew he had put a foot wrong.
"N-no! Just an opportunity to get to know you…" Greg blushed again. It was starting to become a habit for Greg.
"Hmm… Go on then," Sara smirked and finished his cup of coffee before turning to walk out. "Oh, and by the way, I'm a vegetarian so you better pick some place good!"
"Will do!" Once she was gone, Greg fist pumped the air. Second day into his new job, he had already gotten a date. She wouldn't put it as a date but he would and he will. His coffee became a new sense of blackmail that he could use for everyone to get him to do things that he wanted. Maybe keeping this coffee a secret was a good idea after all.
He got himself another cup of coffee before plumping himself onto the small sofa. He led backwards with a smug smile all over his face.
All in a night's work, Greg thought to himself. This job was turning out to be more fun that he had initially thought and he was going to make sure that it stayed that way.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please be sure to read and review! Much love dear readers! x