DNA: Destiny Never Alters

by CSIgirl628

Marilyn "Mar" Sorenson was the target of high school ridicule. She listened to weird music, wore dark clothes, and was obsessed with eyeliner. However, she was also in love with chemistry; a gothic geek. And as if being bullied by the Gems wasn't enough, her next door neighbor Greg Sanders wasn't any better. What happens when they both end up working for CSI?

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Marilyn's POV:

I slammed the door to my small apartment and let out a shaky sigh. Why did I tell him that? I should've just let it go, started over. I dropped my bag in my bedroom and turned on the water in the bathroom, ready to take a long, relaxing shower.

I let the water pelt my back as I stood there, unmoving. My mind, no matter how much I tried to avoid it, kept drifting back to Greg and the locker room. I kept trying to move past it, but my mind just kept going over his face in my mind. The defined jawline, the way his hair was out of control but styled at the same time, his eyes… Stop it Marilyn. I scolded myself. This is the same boy who teased you all throughout high school. Forget about the feelings you have, no had. You HAD feelings for him. Now he is just some guy you work with. Do not let him get inside your head.

After my little pep talk I turned off the water and got dressed for bed, which was strange since the sun was in the sky.

Greg's POV:

I kept tossing and turning, her face appearing every time I closed my eyes. The way her eyes widened when she saw me, how scared she seemed, and now I know why. I mentally cursed myself and threw off the covers, tossing a shirt on, I grabbed my keys and phone, ready to go pound out my frustration at the gym.

Marilyn's POV:

An annoying buzzing woke me up from my deep sleep, subsequently scaring me at the same time. I rolled over and squinted at my phone, then I fumbled with it before I finally got it open. "Sorenson," I spoke groggily.

I heard a laugh on the other end when Nick's voice filled my ears. "Morning sleepyhead."

I glanced at my clock and rubbed my eyes, propping the phone between my shoulder and head. "Actually, it's nighttime," I smiled sleepily.

"Exactly, so consider this your wake up call. Time for work."

I grumbled and swung my feet over the edge of the bed. "Nick this whole you as my alarm clock thing is not going to work out."

"Hurry up. There was a bus crash. It's all hands on deck."

I hung up and walked over to my closet, pulling on a pair of dark, almost black, jeans, plain navy blue t shirt, and a blazer. I ran around turning off the lights and getting my things together before grabbing my combat boots and locking my door behind me.

A/N: So the case I am going to use in the next few chapters is from Season 2 Episode 18, where Greg responds to the bus crash even though he has no field training. Throughout this story I may use cases from the show to develop Greg and Marilyn's relationship. The ideas behind those cases are not mine and I do not intend to copyright them.