Sorry it took me so so SO long guys! I blame my friend, whose story is intertwined with my own. So I needed her to write some of her scenes so I could write for you guys. It took her forever, but here it is! (This chapter also has like, nothing to do with her story, btw) Thanks to you lovely totally awesome sauce people that write me reviews. It makes me happy and motivated to write more. J So… take that hint and write a review. I don't care if you yell at me for being late, or if you write to say something bout the story. Just as long as ya'll think of me and write one. Thanks guys! Now onto the story…
(A week later.)
(Greg's POV)
"Come on! Please, please, please," I pleaded. "Give me my chips!"
The vending machine in the break room had gotten my chips stuck, dangling there; and no matter how much I pleaded, it refused to give me my chips.
"Screw you, vending machine. Screw you," I spat at the contraption and flounced out of the break room to the labs, and to Skye Stokes' lab.
I peeked in to find her at her desk, facing the wall, her head resting on her hand, reading a file infront of her. I walked in. "Hey, Skye!" I said, cheerfully.
She didn't reply or even turn her head.
"Skye?" I repeated, going to her desk.
Her hair fell over her shoulder, a dark curtain shielding her face. She was looking down, reading a file… with a blank sheet of paper on top.
I carefully and gently took her hair and pulled it back to reveal a sleeping Skye Stokes. I let go of her soft hair and it swung back into place. Bending over, I got to her level and put my face next to hers. "Skkyyee?" I said quietly and creepily.
She didn't wake.
"God, you're a heavy sleeper. You're gonna wake up," I said, and bent down, grabbing the desk's legs. "Earthquake!" I shouted, while shaking the desk.
Skye yelped, and jumped awake. She jumped out of her chair quickly, and got a head rush.
I was standing now, and grabbed her around the waist to make sure she didn't fall over. "Whoa, don't fall now," I said, amused.
Skye squirmed in my arms and I let her go. She turned to face me. "Greg! What was that for?"
"You're not supposed to be sleeping at work," I told her, smiling.
"I didn't mean to. My eyes just happened to close on their own," She smiled back, rubbing her eyes.
I gave her my best Grissom look.
Skye grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm just tired. I'm not quite adjusted to the whole graveyard-shirt thing. I've been up for hours."
"How many hours?"
"31 and counting."
"What?" I exclaimed, amazed. "How do you do that?"
"Red Bull and Skittles. That stuff is great!" Skye snickered.
I shook my head. "Maybe you should take the day off. Get some sleep."
"I won't sleep at home, I need to do something. I'm of better use here. Besides, I'm fine." She stifled a yawn and but shook her head quickly as if trying to wake herself up.
"Skye-" I started.
"I'm fine, really."
"I'll let it go for now," I said, then changed the subject. "So how's you and Ryan?"
Skye looked a little bittersweet. "We're getting along well, ya know, even with the whole thousands of miles apart thing," She said, looking a little down as she thought of Ryan so far away. "But we're both happy with each other. Glad I have him."
I looked down to her desk, and pretended to flip through a file. It made me jealous that Skye was so obviously sad about Ryan Wolfe in Miami. He had left 2 days after we all went to her house. The day he left back to Miami, Skye was somewhat quiet, missing him. I wanted to be the one she'd miss, but the thought that cheered me up and got rid of my jealousy was horrible: I would see Skye everyday without Ryan around.
But a saying rang in my mind for a moment.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Of someone else. I thought, then immediately felt horrible for thinking that.
Skye probably wouldn't want to be with me anyways. I mean, Sara didn't want to that one night, and Skye probably just invited me to her house because she felt bad for me. Ugh. This all just sucks. I thought, falling into a world of self-pity. First a green-eyed monster, and I'm Johnny Raincloud.
"Greg?"
"Huh?" I snapped back to attention.
Skye was looking at me weirdly, and was holding out a file. "I said: Here's the fibers you wanted from yesterday's case."
I smiled a little. "Thanks," I said, but didn't look at the papers. "So, when's the next time you see Ryan?"
Her eyes clouded. "I don't know. Depends on his work and mine."
"Oh well." I shrugged.
Skye's eyes seemed to darken.
"Ryan's still a newbie and so are you, technically. You both have to settle in with the flow of the crime lab, ya know? Soon as you get the hang of it, you'll have more time to see him." I said, quickly; making up for that moment of total insensitivity.
Her face softened and she nodded slowly. "Yeah, I suppose."
"I suppose?"
"Yeah…" She looked at me.
I grinned. "Shouldn't you say 'I reckon?'"
Skye laughed. "I'm not that Southern, Greggo. I did live in Miami for awhile."
"Whatever."
My joke relaxed her and she finished off the chips and threw them in the trash. "It was fun having you over the other night, Greg. Glad you came." She said, sincerely and I smiled.
"I'm glad I came too."
She smiled at me, and my heart fluttered, doing flips in my chest.
How was it that just a smile from Skye could do that to me? I was really crushing on her. I could feel myself fall more for her every time I saw her, and I knew that it didn't matter if Ryan Wolfe stood in my way. He couldn't stop me crushing on her, no one could. I couldn't even stop myself.
At her home, I had seen her and Ryan together, looking at each other like they were the only two in the room, and I felt awful that I was falling for her, and that she had love in her eyes for just Ryan. It was terrible, and I had promised to stop crushing on her, because knowing me, I would break them up and I saw how happy Skye was with Ryan.
But it was the moments like these, where Skye was smiling at me, that I felt like I was in Ryan's place. The only guy in her world, and that the only person that mattered at the moment was her.
I couldn't stop liking her even if I wanted to.
Grissom came in and ruined the moment completely, and brought me down to Earth with a thud.
"Skye, I've got a riddle for you," He said.
Skye turned to him. "Go on,"
"A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him underwater for 5 minutes, then finally hangs him. But 5 minutes later, they're out to a movie. How can this be?"
"The wife's insane and the husband's a ghost?" I tried.
Skye laughed.
"No." Grissom said. "Skye?"
Skye bit her lip.
Oh, she is so hot when she does that. I thought.
After a minute of mumbling to herself, she grinned. "The wife's a photographer."
"What?"
"She shot a picture of her husband. She had to develop it, hold it underwater and then hang it. She's a photographer." Skye explained to me.
"Oh."
Grissom nodded, smiling. "Good job. Now quit flirting with Sanders. You both have a job to do."
Skye laughed. "We're not flirting, Grissom. And fine. I've got some stuff for you to look at, you know that double homicide case with those twins? Ok, well I found out that-" Skye started to walk off with Grissom, without saying bye.
"Bye, Skye!" I yelled after her.
She looked back at me and waved. "Later, gator!" Then she looked back to Grissom and continued to talk about a case.
I shook my head and walked into the lab again. She was so weird. She smiled at me and looked at me, like I was the only one there, then she leaves without a good bye and when she does it's cute and I cant be mad for her just leaving.
Skye Stokes was amazing.
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