Oh hai guys! Sorry i havent updated in forever, i've been busy getting out of grounding. Yeah, i love school *sarcasm*. Anyways, here's chapter 8! Yay! :) Ryan Wolfe (CSI:Miami) is gonna be the next few chapters, just letting ya'll know. oh, a quick reminder, reviews are love :)
(a week later)
"Good morning ya'll! Er, night, I mean. Isn't it a fantastic day?!" Nick Stokes' voice boomed out from the door.
"Go away!" Erica threw a banana at her boyfriend with a laugh.
It was disgusting how her face lit up when Nick entered the break room. I was watching the news on the tv with a sort of zombie look on my face.
I had taken Erica home, and suffered her interrogations about my dinner/breakfast and promptly fell into a coma when I flopped onto my bed. I didn't realize how tired I was until I got home.
And it didn't help that I kept waking up because Erica was talking to Nick over the phone the whole week, all gross love crap.
Of course I wouldn't think that if I had someone to say sappy lovey stuff to.
"Hey guys." Skye walked in, looking very much like I did, only more pretty.
Skye wore jeans and a plain white v-neck t-shirt with her black converse that have seen better days. Her dark hair was loose, she looked a littler paler than yesterday. Skye also looked irritated, and very tired. The dark circles under her devastatingly blue eyes showed it.
"You look tired." Erica commented cheerfully.
"I am." Skye said calmly, but her eyes glared at her older cousin annoyed.
Nick went to the coffee pot and filled up a cup. "Will me making coffee for you earn me brownie points?" He asked.
"Maybe." Skye said.
"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Erica." Nick said with a chuckle.
"I knew that. Duh, Nick." Skye brushed it off but when Nick turned away, Skye made a face at his back. Erica didn't see it since she was too busy staring at Nick's butt.
Skye huffed over to the sofa and sat next to me. "First week in Vegas and I couldn't sleep." She sighed, and looked at me. "You look tired too."
"Nick and Erica were yapping it up on the phone." I said and she nodded.
"Does it happen often? If it does, I'll find myself a hotel to move into."
I shook my head. "Not often. They just started to date, like, almost 2 weeks ago."
"So they're in the whole new couple/puppy love phase."
"Unfortunately." I said under my breath as I looked back casually to see Nick and Erica making out near the coffeepot. I growled a little, and Skye laughed lightly next to me.
I turned back to her and she made a face then looked back. "Ew gross. They're like, attacking each other's tongues. Purty nasty."
"And this is just the beginning for you. I've suffered almost 2 weeks already."
"Trust me, Greg. I'm already suffering. I couldn't sleep with them talking all the time while I was trying to sleep!" Skye got louder, talking to Erica and Nick.
They pulled away and looked over at us.
"Oh sorry. Was I talking too loud?" Skye said innocently in a normal level.
"Skye Adri--" Nick started when Grissom walked in.
"Nick, stop wasting time, we've got a busy day." Grissom said, then handed Nick and I cases, then sent Skye and Erica off to the lab.
I left with Sara Sidle to a mansion where a double murder occurred.
Sara was pretty also, I had been crushing on her since I met her.
When Skye came just a week ago, I completely had forgotten about Sara.
Now that Skye showed that she was just trying to settle in Vegas and wasn't really sure about where she stood with Ryan--who hasn't been mentioned since her first day, to my happiness-- to bother dating me. Skye still liked to tease me and flirt, but I figured she took it all as good fun.
After a day of thinking, yesterday I decided to try to get along with Sara again.
"So Sara, what are you doing after shift?" I asked, taking pictures of the crime scene.
"Greg, careful! You almost stepped on that drop of blood." She said, a little bit irritated.
I placed a yellow marker next to it, and took a picture then moved away. "Sorry."
"It's fine." Sara mumbled, probably reminding herself to not snap since I was a newbie in the field.
"So I was thinking maybe we could go grab some dinner at the diner after shift." I tried.
Sara and I kept working the scene and she said, "Well, Greg…Aren't you and Nick's cousin dating? I've seen you two together a lot and figured you guys were dating."
"No." I said, feeling slightly pleased that Sara noticed and even speculated that Skye and I were dating. "We're just friends. I'm helping her kinda find her way in the building and showing her the ropes."
"You're so nice, Greg." Sara said, with a small smile.
"Yeah I know." I smiled cause I knew she was trying to distract me so she didn't have to answer my question. "So I'm being nice and inviting you to dinner with me."
Sara took a minute or two, but finally answered "Ok."
Yes! I celebrated inwardly, but outwardly I was cool and casual. "Awesome. Why don't we meet there after I change? Cuz this smell," I looked to the dead body in the washer machine, that sent off an absolutely disgusting smell, "is going to get stuck onto us. And I personally don't like smelling like dead in public."
Sara laughed, "Ok."
My mood lifted as we continued to work the crime scene and I forgot about the pretty Southern girl in the lab.
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"Ew what is that sound? It's melting my ears!" I announced, walking into Skye's lab.
She laughed, not facing me, but facing her computer where she was looking for a fingerprint match. "It's music, Greg."
"Ewww. Classical slow boring Mozart junk." I made a face as the sound of a orchestra filled the room, playing something that was actually kind of pretty-sounding.
"It's not Mozart, it's Gustav Holst." She said, matter-of-factly.
"What's the difference? They're both old dead guys, as far as I know."
Skye laughed and rolled herself to the printer where it was wheezing out a paper. "That part is true. Mozart was way before Holst's time. Mozart was 1700's, whereas Holst was around the 1920's."
"Well…They're both old and boring."
"Come on, Greg. I always took you as a 'try anything at least once' kind of guy. Classical isn't bad, and this is Holst's best composition."
I looked at Skye and shrugged. "It's not that bad, I guess. What's it called?"
"Jupiter. It's one of seven pieces in the Planets suite."
"Shouldn't there be nine pieces then? For the 9 planets?" I asked.
Skye shook her head, and went to the computer. "No. He didn't write one for Earth, so there's Mars, Venus, Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune."
I played with a bouncy ball I had found on the desk drawer. "There's still one missing. Pluto."
"That is technically true, but Greg, when was Pluto discovered?" A voice appeared from the door.
I looked to see Grissom at the door. "Umm…1930 I think."
"Correct." He said. "Gustav Holst died 4 years before it was discovered."
"He died after Pluto was discovered. He just didn't want to write a theme for Pluto." Skye corrected Grissom, who looked surprised, then impressed.
"You're right."
"Yeah, I know." She smiled and handed him a couple papers. "And here's the DNA you wanted. Your suspect wasn't at the scene, sorry."
"Ok. I actually didn't expect classical music coming from you, Stokes."
Skye shrugged. "No one does. I studied classical music in college, in case I ever decided to leave this career to teach music."
Grissom looked at me. "Now Greg, she can be a rock star." he said, referring to the time I was rocking out to music in the lab a few years back and when I said I could've been a rock star.
"How was your official first week, Skye?" Grissom asked Skye.
"Fantastic now that shift's over." Skye laughed, looking at the clock. "It's been a busy week."
"No kidding." I said.
"Yes. Well have a good day." Grissom said, and left.
Skye shut off everything and walked with me to the locker room. "So glad the shift's over."
"Seriously." I agreed, grabbing my jacket and closing my locker door.
Skye opened hers up and took out her bag then closed her own locker. "How was the field?"
"It was…smelly. Double murders. A chick was in the hallway, just…there. I think she may have had a fatal blow to the back of the head, we don't really know all too much yet. We were trying to get a male out of the washer machine."
"The washer machine?!" Skye repeated, a little dumbfounded.
"Yeah. It smelled absolutely repulsive. I think the smell's clinging to my hair or something."
Skye and I walked to the elevator and she stood in the corner, away from me. "So that's that gross smell? I thought it was you."
"Is it that bad?"
"It smelled like a zombie walked into my lab." She laughed, pinching her nose.
The doors opened and we walked outside into the fresh air. Or as fresh as city air could get.
"Well, thanks Skye for telling that I smell like a zombie."
"I'm lying. I can barely smell anything." Skye assured me with a smile.
God, she looks amazing in the sunlight. I smiled at her, completely forgetting about my date with Sara as I looked into her deep blue eyes.
"So, I'm heading into the city, gonna have dinner somewhere. Wanna come? Nick and Erica are headed into the city too I think." Skye said as we walked to the parking lot.
"Oh I can't. I have a date with Sara."
"Sara..Sidle?"
"Yeah."
Skye beamed. "I'm getting better with names. And that's cool."
No hint of jealousy, nothing. I knew I shouldn't feel like it, but I was kinda disappointed that Skye wasn't jealous or upset or anything. I wanted her to be jealous.
I knew I couldn't have both Sara and Skye, I would be lucky to have either, really.
"Yeah. I need to shower before I meet up with her though. I apparently smell like a zombie." I teased Skye.
She laughed, her laugh light. "Just kidding, Greggo."
"Whatever you say, Skye."
A car beeped nearby and we jumped, looking at the car. A sleek red GT Ford Mustang convertible flashed its lights and we paused.
A male jumped out of the car and walked towards us slowly.
Skye didn't move, she was frozen, looking at the guy.
I slowly reached for my gun and the guy stopped abruptly. "Hey, don't take out the gun! I'm unarmed, not gonna hurt anyone."
I didn't believe him, you couldn't trust anyone coming up in a random car and walking very creepily towards us. I looked at Skye, seeing her reaction and her face lit up.
"Ryan?" She called out towards the stranger, unsure and hopeful.
"Hey beautiful! Ya miss me?" He said, walking to us again, his arms opening wide with each step, clearly expecting a hug when he got to us.
Skye squealed a little, dropped her bag and ran to the guy, almost tackling him to the ground. He wrapped his arms around her and swung her around. "Hi Skye."
"Ryan, I can't believe you're here!" Skye exclaimed, when Ryan set her down on the ground.
I picked up her bag and walked over, feeling a little dejected. She was so happy to see Ryan, it was obvious. I silently thanked God that I was already going to dinner with Sara or else this scene would make me fall into a depression.
"It's my off weekend. I called in sick yesterday since I was driving all the way here. Your 'stang is fantastic."
"You look it from Miami all the way here?" Skye looked at her car.
"Yeah, took a day and a half." Ryan laughed.
A small squeal came from Skye. "My car! Yes! Now I don't have to wait for Nick to stop making out with Erica anymore."
"Who's Erica?"
"My little sister." I said, reaching them.
The guy looked at me, a smile still on his face from seeing Skye.
I took a look at what I considered to be my competition.
He was good-looking, with brown hair that brushed his eyebrows, a little swept to the side; he was taller and was more muscular than I was. For a second, I saw that he looked a little bit like me until I noticed the obvious differences like our height, and hair.
His arm was around Skye's shoulders, and he shifted a little uncomfortably in the heat, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with a gray blazer over it. I thought people from Miami wore shorts, loose shirts, and flip flops but Ryan looked like he was either not expecting it to be this hot in Vegas, wanted to look nice for Skye, or trying to blend in with the pavement.
Either way, he looked more professional than I was, since I was wearing jeans with a hole in the knee, a gray Rolling Stones t-shirt, and converse that had seen better days like Skye's. On top of that, my hair was insane and doing weird things, sticking up randomly; and I smelled like a zombie.
If we were a movie, Ryan would be the hero and the guy every girl wants, and I'd be the weirdo that every chick stays away from. Unless it's one of those superhero movies where the nerd is the hero and saves the damsel in distress. In that case, it'd work out great for me. But too bad this isn't a movie. It probably would've been a box office blow. I thought.
"Ryan, this is Greg Sanders. He's my first friend here in Vegas. Besides the pizza guy and Nick. Greg, this is Ryan Wolfe. I told you about him already."
"What'd you say bout me?" Ryan asked, with a smile.
"Nothing." Skye grinned.
"You told him something, and I wanna know what things you told him." Ryan nudged Skye playfully.
She laughed, and shook her head. "Never, Wolfe."
It was disgusting, how flirtatious they were, how much they liked each other. It was like being with Nick and Erica, only less gross because I had only seen them together once as opposed to Nick and Erica.
"Here's your bag, Skye. You dropped it." I handed her the bag and she took it gratefully.
"Thanks Greggo." She said.
"I'll catch ya around later." I said, and started to walk away.
"Nice meeting you, Greg." Ryan called out politely.
"Bye Greg!" said Skye, running to me quickly and hugging me.
I smiled and let her go. "Bye."
She didn't say bye back, and instead I heard her talking to Ryan and the sound of her car starting. As I got into my car, I watched Skye and Ryan leaving the building.
Slightly disappointed, I left and cheered myself up with the thought that I was going to go on a date with Sara.
I could forget about Skye. She can be just my friend. Nothing more. I told myself, but I knew that I was an idiot for thinking I could forget about Skye.
It had only been a week, but I was already falling for her.
