Hey guys! So here it finally is, a new story of mine! I really hope you like it, should be fun! ;)
Big Love,
pikapikatchu
"So what did she say?" Greg and Nick were walking up to an office building on this friday night. They needed to investigate a murder in there.
"...That her boyfriend wouldn't be happy about this." Nick answered as he blushed a little.
"...What?!" Greg raised his eyebrows. "She has a boyfriend?!"
Nick nodded. "Can't be the best relationship if she's willing to cheat on him with me, but..." He shrugged.
"Well... So it's over, right?"
Nick walked a bit faster now, without answering.
"...Nick! You can't keep seeing her! She has a boyfriend!"
"...So? There's a reason she cheats on him, don't you think?"
"Come on, it's wrong and you kno..." Greg looked at his hands. "Dammit, Nick! Why didn't you remind me to take my kit with me?"
"I didn't notice you forgot it."
"I left it in the car..." Greg sighed annoyed as he turned around to walk back to the car, while Nick walked into the office building laughing over Greg's scattiness. The young CSI hurried to the car and got his kit out.
"Hey Greg!" Officer Spencer walked up to him with a smile. "Haven't seen you in a while."
Officer Spencer and Greg made some small talk while they walked up to the office building. The smiles on their faces faded quickly as they both smashed to the floor. It took a few seconds before Greg was able to sit up and look at the tragedy that had occurred. The office building was on fire. "...Nick," Greg mumbled. "Nick's in there!" He got up in shock and ran over there.
Spencer followed him to keep him from running inside. "Don't!"
The firefighters had controlled the fire, but three people – one of them being Nick – were still unaccounted for. Greg was nervously waiting for some good news while Russell was talking to the firefighters. When he was done talking, the supervisor walked over to Greg with a devastating look on his face.
"...What's going on, Russell?" Greg asked impatiently.
"It was a huge explosion that detonated on the second floor. There's still a few rooms they weren't able to clear yet, maybe he's safe in one of them..."
"How many dead?"
Russell sighed. "Two. Seven critical injuries and a few dozen minors. ...You should get yourself checked out, too."
Greg shook his head. "Something must've hit my head, I was pretty close to the building... but it's fine. I need to make sure Nick's okay, first."
Russell nodded sighing. "It could've been a lot worse, you know. With that big of an explosion and the fire..."
"But what is taking them so long? Why won't they find him?" Greg gave Russell a heartbreaking look. "The crime scene was on the second floor."
"Another dead body!" one of the firefighters yelled while walking out of the building. The CSIs both stood there with horrified looks on their faces. "And two injured, one critical!" the firefighter added. The two men stared at the people getting out of the building anxiously, hoping one of them to be Nick.
"It's a miracle!" Greg exclaimed with a big smile on his face as he was sitting on a hospital bed. "...Ouch!" A doctor was taking care of the wound on his head, as well as the scratches on his face, hands and arms. "Don't give me that look, it is a miracle!"
Nick couldn't help but give that look Greg was complaining about. "It was just luck. It could've been much worse..." Nick was one of the two injured people making it out of the building last. He was in the basement when the explosion occurred and his only injury was a sprained wrist and a harmless bump on the head.
Greg looked Nick up and down. "Oh come on. You were inside that building and hardly have a scratch on you. I look worse than you do."
"Don't blame the explosion for that," Nick replied jokingly.
Russell walked over to the hospital bed with a soft smile on his face, happy to see them both joke around. "How are you two?"
Greg nodded rather upbeat. He was happy Nick was fine. "Any news about the critically injured?"
"One didn't make it, the others are still in surgery." Russell walked over to Nick. "What happened in there? The firefighters say the body inside the basement didn't die in the explosion."
"He didn't. He probably saved my life, though..." Nick went on to explain that he was on his way to the second floor, where the crime scene they wanted to work on was. But as he walked inside the building he was asked to take a look inside the basement because they had found a dead body there, too.
As Greg walked past the tox lab three days after the explosion, a bunch of lab rats were standing outside of it, staring in. "Hey. What's going on?"
"New guy," Hodges said, pointing inside to Russell and a stranger.
"New guy? Where's Henry? He didn't quit, did he?"
"No," Hodges replied. Russell and the new guy were on their way out so the lab rats scattered. "He's a CSI."
"...What?" Greg asked surprise as Hodges walked away.
"Hey Greg." Russell walked up to him with a smile. "This is Ron Ackles."
"Nice to meet you," Ron said with an excited smile. He was a good looking man with short black hair, carefully combed to the side.
"You, too," Greg responded a little confused. "So you'll be joining our team?"
"My first shift today!"
"Nick asked me to transfer him to swing shift for the next few months so I decided to hire someone to fill in for him," the supervisor explained. "Listen, I showed him around the lab but I'm swamped with work. Would you mind taking him to your crime scene, show him how we do things around here?"
"I'm very excited to be working with you guys!" Ackles said in an upbeat voice.
"So where was your last job?" Greg asked as they were walking up to a crime scene.
"Arizona. But only for three months."
"And before that?"
"College in Reno."
"...College?" Greg looked at him surprised.
Ackles was, after all, 35 years old. "Yeah I know, I get that a lot. After almost ten years in my old job I needed a change, you know? So I went back to college, worked three months at a small crime lab and well... here I am now!" He left the part out where his father's good connections got him the job in the lab. While he appreciated his father's help, he wasn't too proud over the fact that he needed it to get the job.
"Were you a cop before you decided to go back to school?"
He shook his head. "No, I had a boring, regular 9 to 5 office job. Arizona wasn't all that action-packed, either. But Vegas, man. I bet it's exciting!"
Greg chuckled a bit. "We have slow days, too."
They walked up to David, who was just starting to process a body lying in a bathtub.
"...Oh my god," Ackles said shocked at the sight of the bloated body who had been lying in that tub for a few days.
"...You're not gonna be sick, are you?"
He hastily shook his head without looking too convincing.
"Hey David. Meet Ron Ackles, he's new on the team."
"Nice to meet you," the coroner said. "I'd shake your hand if it wasn't covered with this guy."
Ackles nodded insecure. "I-I'm sorry, but I could really need some fresh air."
Greg couldn't help but grin a bit before sharing a look with David. "Sure. How about you check the outside for trace? I'll be there in a sec."
Ackles quickly hurried outside. David chuckled. "How long has he been doing that job?"
"Three months. I guess there haven't been many water corpses in Arizona in that time."
"Stop apologizing. It's alright. We all know that feeling." Greg gave Ackles a smile on their drive back to the lab. "And I think it's important to be able to step away from a case if it's too much for you to handle."
"Thanks." Ackles smiled. "I'm sure I'll get used to all the gore soon."
"I'm sure you will."
"But I'm not stepping away from that case!"
"Good." Greg smiled again.
They were silent for a while until Ackles decided to bring a topic up he didn't know it was okay to talk about. "I hope you don't mind me asking but... The injures on your face, did they happen on the job?"
"There was an explosion at a scene a few days ago. I was lucky to be far away from it, but... Yeah, happened on the job."
He nodded. "I bet it must be hard... Dealing with the danger all day."
Greg shrugged. "There's a lot of things you can do to minimize the danger, but there's some things you can't control."
"I guess you get used to that, too, huh?"
"...You learn to live with it."