Sorry it took long, i meant to put this up earlier but the document manager wouldnt upload this thing so ugh. Anyways, here's chapter 5. :) Enjoy! and also review, por favor! Makes me feel special and more motivated. :)
[Greg's POV]
"So…?" I asked, as Skye Stokes swallowed the sip of coffee.
She looked into her cup and then at me, a grin on her face. "You're right. I just died and went to coffee heaven." Her once tired and bloodshot turquoise blue eyes were bright and alert.
"I told ya so." Smiling, I sipped my own coffee.
Skye nodded. "You have an amazing taste in coffee. I so needed this."
"I could tell. But do me a favor, and don't tell anyone that you have this kind of coffee. They'll all come in and beg for it. I hate sharing my coffee, I don't share it with just anyone."
"Then how come you gave it to me?"
Skye had just given me the perfect chance to be smooth. If I can just pull it off…
"Cuz you're not just anyone." I told her, genuinely and with a wide grin.
I was rewarded with a dazzling smile, making my heart beat faster. Whether it was just the coffee or the sheer beauty of the Southern Belle in my presence, I couldn't tell. Probably both.
Good job, Sanders. First time you managed to pull off that smooth line. I congratulated myself.
"Thanks." Skye said and her cheeks glowed with a faint blush. "So now what?" She asked.
Before I could say anything, charming or nerdy; I was interrupted. "You can get me my DNA."
We looked to see Warrick Brown entering the break room.
Warrick was a handsome African-American man, skin the color of milk chocolate, and eyes as green as celery. He was muscular, more than I was-- Erica would say that anyone had more muscle than me, but I refused to believe her-- and like Nick, he was good with the ladies.
Skye grinned her winning smile at him, and Warrick smiled back, revealing a pair of perfect white teeth. Setting her cup of coffee down on the table she went to Warrick, confidently and picked a little piece of hair off his shirt, then took his hand with the other hand.
Placing the tiny thing in his palm, she said, "Here's your DNA."
Warrick laughed. "Not my actual DNA, but the one for my case, darling."
"Well, I tried. I'm Skye Stokes."
Warrick shook her hand, just as confident as she. "Warrick Brown."
"I'm the lab's newest labrat."
"All the way from Miami, I've heard. You any good at what you do?"
Skye looked insulted. "Yeah, I'm good." She said.
"Fantastic. I need that DNA." Warrick insisted.
"Ok." Skye grabbed her cup of coffee and headed to the door with Warrick.
I hung back the whole time, observing. If I didn't know better, I'd say the two immediately clicked, Warrick made a better first impression than I did.
"Hey, Greg. You coming? I can't find my way around here yet, I need you." Skye said, looking at me expectantly, actually needing me; Warrick looked at me amused, seeing that I was jealous.
I smiled to myself for a second, comparing the eyes, one pair wise but playful and the color of the grass in California; and the other pair young and sparkling, the color of the Pacific ocean.
"Yeah."
Leading the way to her lab, we chatted about the case and when we got there, Skye got Warrick his results. Discussing it for a couple minutes, he thanked Skye for it and proceeded to ask more questions.
"So where you from? Texas, like Nicky?"
Skye nodded. "Fort Worth. I've been at the Miami-Dade pd for two or so years til I came here."
"I've heard that Miami's nice."
She nodded. "It's gorgeous. Where are you guys from?" She asked, looking at Warrick, then me.
"Born, raised and lived in Vegas all my life." Warrick said. "Greggo's a rich little California boy."
"California's nice." Skye smiled.
"San Gabriel, California." I added.
Skye smiled and opened her mouth to say something, but Warrick said, "Bet you had all the Miami guys abuzz with that pretty face."
She turned her attention to Warrick and laughed. "Not really."
"You single?"
Skye hesitated and I knew she was thinking of Ryan Wolfe, the lucky one. "Uh, kinda."
" 'Kinda'?"
"I've had an on and off thing with a co-worker down there."
"Who?"
"Ryan Wolfe."
"That guy you called earlier." I stated.
She nodded.
"So is it on or off now?" Warrick boldly asked.
It was a great question, I really wanted to know, but didn't have the guts to ask, but just assume.
Laughing, Skye said, "Wow, ya'll are nosy!"
"Ya'll." I echoed, with a snicker.
"Shut up, I have a Southern accent, leave me alone!" Skye punched me lightly on the arm.
"Ow!" I said loudly, grabbing the spot. "I bruise like a peach!"
Worry reflected in Skye's eyes for a second til she realized I was just kidding. She gave me a smile and drank some of her coffee.
Warrick's cell rang and he answered. He talked to whoever it was, probably Grissom then hung up.
"Thanks for the results, I've got to go. Nice meeting you, Skye."
"My pleasure, Warrick." She replied.
"Thanks for saying anything nice to me, Warrick." I said, half jokingly.
Warrick turned to me. "I'm in a good mood, what do you want me to say?"
"Um, how bout 'Greg, you're the best thing to ever happen to the LVPD and I adore you and bow to your awesomeness since I'm lame.' ?" I laughed.
Warrick laughed. "Nice try, kid. I will say that I like your hair."
"I didn't do anything to it."
"Yet. Don't change it, I'm just getting used to the weirdness that's your hair."
"My hair's gorgeous." I boasted sarcastically.
With another laugh, Warrick started to leave. "Bye you two."
"Bye!" We both said after him.
Sipping our coffee simultaneously, we looked at each other.
"Have you met any other CSI's?" I asked.
She thought quickly. "You, Warrick, Grissom and Nicky. Only CSI's I met here."
"Maybe we'll see the others wandering around." I said.
Skye shrugged. "I don't know. We have half the pile to go, let's finish up so we can do nothing later."
I grinned at the beautiful brunette. "I like the way you think."
She smiled and finished her coffee. "I do too. Thanks for the coffee, Greg."
"No problem. I'd share it with you anytime."
Her blue eyes danced. "Thought you hated sharing."
"Hey, sharing is caring."
"Until someone else wants some."
I nodded. "Exactly."
Skye's airy laugh filled the lab. "Greg, you're the best."
Her words filled me with happiness, and I sat in my chair and rolled to the microscope. "Tell my sister that cuz she doesn't believe me."
"Sure." She said, doing the same, and turned on the radio before going to a microscope.
A country song came on and it was one I kinda knew, so I sang along with Skye, who belted out every word.
On top of her good looks, she was a good singer too. Not fantastic, but not nails-on-a-chalkboard bad.
We sang and worked, then once during the chorus of a song, I snuck a peek at her, and I saw her bright blue eyes looking at me too.
I felt my heart flutter and I turned back to the microscope as the song kept playing.
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
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