DNA: Destiny Never Alters Chapter 14, a csi fanfic

A/N: The song I'm using in this chapter is the acoustic version of "For Baltimore" by All Time Low. The song was released in 2012, but this part of the story takes place during season 2/3, so just pretend the song existed then :)

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Chapter 14: For Baltimore

My phone vibrating annoyingly against the wood of my bedside table woke me out of a peaceful slumber I had been needing for a while now. Peeling my eyes open I fumbled around until I wrapped my hand around the device and answered it groggily, " 'Ello?"

"Good morning sleepyhead," Greg's voice filled my ears.

"Go away," I mumbled, turning over so I was flat on my back.

"Is that any way to talk to someone bringing you coffee?" His voice chided me.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes with one hand and perked up at the mention of coffee. "You're getting me coffee?"

His laugh sounded through the earpiece and brought a smile to my face. "Yes, I am," he replied. "I'm also driving you to work and you aren't going to object. I'll see you in an hour." With that he hung up.

Flinging the covers off I stumbled over to my closet and pulled a plain black t-shirt off a hanger, then turned to my dresser and rummaged around until I found a pair of dark blue jeans. Placing the clothes on my bed, I walked into the bathroom and washed my face off, brushed out my hair and threw it up in a messy bun for the time being. Exiting the bathroom I took off my pajamas, tossed them in the hamper and got dressed.

Making my way into the kitchen I grabbed some eggs out of the refrigerator and began the process of making omelets. Since Greg was coming by, I decided to make him one, knowing full well that he probably didn't make himself breakfast. A smile tugged at my lips as I thought of the crazy-haired DNA tech. Damn you and you're adorableness, Greg Sanders, I thought to myself as I finished cooking both omelets. Placing a cover over one, I began to eat the other at an inhumane pace. It was gone far too fast for my liking, but now I had about fifteen minutes before Greg would be here.

Glancing around my apartment I noticed my guitar was propped up in its stand under the window. Deciding to kill some time, I went over to it and brought it into my lap as I settled onto the couch. My fingers gently stroked the strings as I tuned it for the first time in a while. After getting it to sound the way it should, I began playing a few chords, nothing really coming to mind. I pondered for a few seconds before one of my favorite songs popped into my head. Smiling, I began strumming and singing softly.

Greg's POV:

I fumbled with my car door, attempting to close it while balancing two coffees in my hand. I grinned to myself at the thought of Marilyn's face lighting up when I brought her the caffeine she always claimed to need. As I entered the building I gave the man behind the front desk a smile, making my way over to the elevators and up to her floor.

Walking down the hall, I got out the key she had given me a few weeks back and stuck it in the lock. Successfully turning the knob and pushing the door open, I was met by the sound of a guitar. I didn't know she played, I thought to myself as I quietly shut the door so I didn't scare her. Placing the coffees down I was about to announce my presence when she started singing.

Mayday situation overload
I'm restless, obsessed with your future
And all my worries they don't bother you
Collected, you render me useless
But I carry on

Right now, I think that you think that I'm
Half drunk, searching for something of
Substance, casually dropping a line, designed
To keep you next to me
I can't awkwardly craft in advance
I know, that you wouldn't fall for that
You say "Shut up and take my hand"
And we carry on

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna say goodnight
The city comes alive, when we're together
Why can't Thursday last forever
I don't wanna say goodnight
I've never been so sure
Just do it for the memories
Do it for Baltimore
And do it for me

Hot damn, look at me now
I'm all, caught up riding the high of my
Good luck, casually dropping a line, designed,
To keep you next to me
I bet you never thought you would fall again
So much for keeping this, just friends
Shut up and kiss me now
And we carry on

Mayday situation overload
I'm restless, obsessed with your future
And all my worries they don't bother you
Collected, you render me useless
But I carry on

The last note of the guitar faded slowly, enveloping us in silence. I cleared my throat, letting her know I was here. Her head perked up and she jumped off the couch, spinning around frantically. "Greg!" She exclaimed, placing the guitar in the holder. "You scared the shit out of me! How long have you been standing there?"

"I… kind of heard the whole song," I said sheepishly. "Why didn't you tell me you could sing?"

She blushed and focused on her bare feet. "I don't, really. That was nothing, I was just messing around."

When she looked up at me, my heart almost stopped. She glanced at me with her beautiful hazel eyes, slightly wide from the initial scare, her cheeks were flushed due to the fact that she had been caught, and her hands were nervously clapped in front of her. All in all, she looked absolutely beautiful. "That didn't sound like messing around. You were amazing," I told her truthfully. Her cheeks reddened even more as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She seriously didn't know the effect that had on me, and every time she did that it took all the self-control I possessed to stop myself from kissing her senseless.

Marilyn's POV:

I always hated getting compliments, since they were far and few between I didn't know what to say to them so I ended up making the whole situation an awkward one. We stood there in silence for a minute more before I offered Greg a smile. "I made you breakfast," I motioned to the kitchen. "I am gonna go get my shoes then we can go."

I darted out of the room and back down the hall. Grabbing some socks out of my drawer I began rummaging in my closet for my combat boots. I heard Greg clear his throat from my bedroom doorway and I spun around to meet his eyes. "Hi," was the first thing that came to my head even though I had seen him not fifteen seconds before.

"Hi," he replied back.

"Is everything…okay?" I questioned, not really sure where this conversation was going. At this time I was aware that I was awkwardly standing in the middle of my room and I was getting butterflies in my stomach.

Greg opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and closed his mouth. He pushed himself off the door jamb and entered my room so he was standing in front of me. As a nervous habit, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth for the second time this morning. His eyes fell to my lips as he slowly reached up and tugged my lip away from my teeth with his thumb. "Don't do that," his voice was barely above a whisper. "You have no idea how crazy that makes me."

Color rose to my cheeks at his words. "How crazy?" I boldly asked, my volume matching his.

His eyes met mine and their familiar mischievous twinkle sent the butterflies in my stomach into overdrive. His right hand was still gently cupping my face as his left arm wound around my waist and his left hand rested on the small of my back, pulling me closer. I rested my right hand on his bicep and snaked my left hand so it was resting on the nape of his neck. I raked my nails lightly through the hair I felt, which made Greg hum in content. "You know," he spoke after a minute. "If you keep this up I just might lose control."

That was all it took for my self-control to go flying out the window. I pressed my lips against his and waited for a response.

It only took him half a second before he kissed me back. The fingers of his left hand dug slightly into my back, pulling me so I was pressed as close as I could have been to his figure. I wound both my arms around his neck as he slowly detached his lips from mine. Opening my eyes I saw he was already staring at me, and that's when what just happened hit me full force. "I- I'm sorry," I stuttered lamely. "I shouldn't have done that. I wasn't thinking…"

I was cut off from my ramblings when Greg pressed his lips to mine again, this time with more urgency. I felt his tongue swipe my lower lip and I hummed into the kiss, granting his entrance. His hand left my cheek and moved to the nape of my neck, where he tangled his fingers in my hair drawing me closer still. Our paradise was shattered when my cell phone began buzzing on the nightstand. Reluctantly I pulled away and rested my forehead against Greg's. "Ignore it," he said, partially out of breath.

"Hmm," I sighed. "I wish." I untangled myself from him and moved to pick up the phone. "Hey Sara," I said after looking at caller i.d.

"Hey where are you? We were expecting you and Greg five minutes ago."

"Oh sorry," I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "I slept through my alarm and Greg had to wake me up. We're leaving now."

"Okay just don't make a habit of it," she teased.

I hung up and put my phone in my pocket before grabbing my bag and slipping my shoes on. My eyes met Greg's and I flashed him a smile, which he returned. He then held out his hand, which I took and interlocked our fingers as we exited my bedroom. We made our way down to my building's lobby in silence, which I wasn't sure what to make of. As we stepped off the elevator the man at the front desk, Anthony, noticed me and shot me a smile. I don't know what it was, but there was something about the guy that made me uneasy and I think Greg noticed it too, because he dropped my hand and looped his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side and pressing his lips to my temple. He and I made our way outside to his car, still no words passing between us. He unwound his arm to open the car door for me, which he closed once I was securely inside. After he climbed in, he started the car and reached over the console, lacing our fingers together once again as he put the car in drive and merged onto the busy street.

A/N: Hey everyone! So question time: I wanna know if you guys want/would be comfortable if one of the chapters in the future was smut. I've never written it before but I will give it a shot if you guys want me to, so I want your opinions on the matter. Thanks 3