Transatlanticism 2/10
If you haven’t already listened to this album, please, please do so! I cannot stress how much I love it. Also, thanks for all the reviews/support, guys. (: Proofread to the best of my own abilities, but if you find mistakes, you get a cookie for enlightening me. :P This is short. I'm hoping to update within the week again, if all goes well and I get my editing done on time.
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1/10: Lightness
The Sound of Settling
My brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth.
September 14, 2003
September brings an armload of teenage victims, and along with it, an altogether too depressing team. Greg breaks out the worst of his fashion - and jokes - as an attempt to make life a little less dark. The CSIs hardly notice, although Hodges does make it a point to crack a joke every time Greg is within sight or earshot.
September also brings a new Nick that Greg isn’t used to. Now, before he’s misquoted, Nick Stokes could be covered in mud and bodily fluids and would still look hot, but there’s something about him when he comes to work mid-September that has Greg forgetting everything except how amazing he looks.
Okay, so maybe not bodily fluids, but the point is that Nick could look terrible and still pull it off.
The best part? Nick didn’t even have a vacation; it’s like he turned into Sex Personified overnight.
Greg makes a vow to himself that somehow, somehow he will find a way to ask Nick out or something because wow, sometimes Greg can hardly make words when he sees him. Hodges catches on early in the game and Greg knows he’s having all sorts of fun torturing him, but eventually Hodges lets it go and goes back to work, of course, only because Jacqui comes to his rescue.
And Greg’s never been happier to see Jacqui than he is right now.
“Well, he might be a dick, but he does have a point you know,” she says with a wink. Greg groans. “Yes, you’re being obvious,” she continues before he can ask, “but Nick can’t even catch on when Judy’s flirting with him, so I don’t think he knows.” Greg’s relief doesn’t last long. “But he might if you don’t open your mouth, you know.”
Greg’s look is the epitome of ‘if looks could kill.’ “You’re the devil,” he whispers darkly. Jacqui just throws her head back and laughs. “Fine, fine, I’ll talk to him.”
She leaves his lab when Nick enters, and Greg realizes his mistake when, once again, he stumbles over his words. Nick looks amused, though, and after embarrassing himself for five minutes trying to throw together the presentation he’s always complaining about never being able to give, he admits defeat and stares at Jacqui as she laughs at him through the glass walls.
--
September 17, 2003
“You still haven’t told him, have you?” Jacqui asks him when she drags him out to lunch on their next day off. She laughs at Greg’s responding glare. “What are you, scared?”
“I’m not scared,” Greg says, spinning his drink absently with his straw. “I’m just… Weighing all the options.”
Jacqui nods and sips at her drink. “Scared.”
With a frown, Greg stabs the ice down into his glass. “I just don’t want to have my lights punched out, y’know? He’s from Texas and there are people that really hate this kind of thing over there.” Unfortunately, Greg’s speaking from personal experience. When he was a sophomore in high school, there’d been a new senior that transferred over. Greg kind of fell head over heels and damn if the fall wasn’t three times as painful as any other. It’s unfortunate that they make them so well in Texas.
Shrugging, Jacqui turns to dig in her purse. “No, it’s only unfortunate for those of us who can’t bag the ones from Texas.” Greg’s frown deepens. Had he said all that out loud?
“Eh, whatever. Point is it’s highly likely that Nick’s not going to like it if I just walk up to him and say something. I need to lay groundwork or something, y’know, make him realize how much he wants it.” Oh, wow. He sounds weird and creepy to himself. Maybe he should lay off the people watching; it’s spreading into other aspects of his life.
But Jacqui doesn’t seem creeped out so maybe it’s okay. “Are you paying your half?”
Greg shakes his head and rests back against the seat. “No. You drag me out of my apartment to take me to lunch, you’re paying, babe.” He throws in a wink for good measure. Jacqui rolls her eyes.
“You’re such a dork.”
Used to her reaction, Greg stretches his hands over his head and grins when his back pops nicely. “You’ll come around someday, nobody can resist me.”
Really, he doesn’t know how he sounds so confident, because in his mind he’s only this confident when he runs samples, and even then he’s not always certain.
The glint in Jacqui’s eyes is evil as she stands from the booth, checkbook in hand, and says, “You can’t have all of us, Greg,” and leaves with a wink of her own.
--
September 20, 2003
“Nineteen. Eighteen. Five. Four. Fourteen. One--”
“What are you doing?”
Greg looks up from the piece of paper sitting in front of him and scribbles out his writing before he says, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Grissom purses his lips but doesn’t press the issue, handing over a small manila envelope. ”Run this against the unknown I gave you earlier.” He leaves without another word, but before Greg can complain, Sara comes in, carrying a large gift bag sitting on top of a cardboard box that she can hardly see over. Greg rushes from his desk to help her, taking a peek inside the bag. He turns to her with a raised eyebrow. “You know I love your gifts but I’m not sure you can legally give this to me.”
Sara purses her lips in a chilling impersonation of the way Grissom had moments before. She turns to dig in the contents of the bag while Greg stares. “Actually, most of this is for Hodges.” She leans closer to him and whispers, “And most of it’s fake. Griss told me to find as much as I could and send him all the fake evidence that would work. He’s been…really annoying lately. This-“ She pulls out a vial of blood. “-is for you.”
Giving it a light, experimental shake, he nods and smiles. “Awesome. Just when I thought today couldn’t get any better. A sample to run and so much work for Hodges he’ll stay out of my hair.” He takes her hand and presses a chaste kiss to the back. “I think I love you, Sara Sidle.”
“Of course you do, Greg,” she replies softly, hint of a smile still on her face as she takes her hand back. “Get through that quickly, please?”
Greg bows awkwardly back to his desk and waves the vial by means of agreement. Sara stares for a moment longer, and then leaves.
Just as he closes the top of a machine meant to do all the really hard work for him, one of the doors opens. He ignores it, waiting for the visitor to tell him what they need, but when they don’t, he turns around with a wide smile.
Nick doesn’t return it, though, because he’s far too busy trying to stutter words into full-blown sentences, and the longer he tries, the redder his face gets. Finally, he stops, takes a deep breath, and says, “Um,” before his pager goes off. There’s a light, sheepish smile that appears on his face. “Prints came back. I’ll, uh. I’ll come back later.” He leaves without another word.
Finally seeming to catch on, Greg can’t get rid of his smile for the rest of the night.
Need to catch up?
1/10: Lightness
The Sound of Settling
My brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth.
September 14, 2003
September brings an armload of teenage victims, and along with it, an altogether too depressing team. Greg breaks out the worst of his fashion - and jokes - as an attempt to make life a little less dark. The CSIs hardly notice, although Hodges does make it a point to crack a joke every time Greg is within sight or earshot.
September also brings a new Nick that Greg isn’t used to. Now, before he’s misquoted, Nick Stokes could be covered in mud and bodily fluids and would still look hot, but there’s something about him when he comes to work mid-September that has Greg forgetting everything except how amazing he looks.
Okay, so maybe not bodily fluids, but the point is that Nick could look terrible and still pull it off.
The best part? Nick didn’t even have a vacation; it’s like he turned into Sex Personified overnight.
Greg makes a vow to himself that somehow, somehow he will find a way to ask Nick out or something because wow, sometimes Greg can hardly make words when he sees him. Hodges catches on early in the game and Greg knows he’s having all sorts of fun torturing him, but eventually Hodges lets it go and goes back to work, of course, only because Jacqui comes to his rescue.
And Greg’s never been happier to see Jacqui than he is right now.
“Well, he might be a dick, but he does have a point you know,” she says with a wink. Greg groans. “Yes, you’re being obvious,” she continues before he can ask, “but Nick can’t even catch on when Judy’s flirting with him, so I don’t think he knows.” Greg’s relief doesn’t last long. “But he might if you don’t open your mouth, you know.”
Greg’s look is the epitome of ‘if looks could kill.’ “You’re the devil,” he whispers darkly. Jacqui just throws her head back and laughs. “Fine, fine, I’ll talk to him.”
She leaves his lab when Nick enters, and Greg realizes his mistake when, once again, he stumbles over his words. Nick looks amused, though, and after embarrassing himself for five minutes trying to throw together the presentation he’s always complaining about never being able to give, he admits defeat and stares at Jacqui as she laughs at him through the glass walls.
--
September 17, 2003
“You still haven’t told him, have you?” Jacqui asks him when she drags him out to lunch on their next day off. She laughs at Greg’s responding glare. “What are you, scared?”
“I’m not scared,” Greg says, spinning his drink absently with his straw. “I’m just… Weighing all the options.”
Jacqui nods and sips at her drink. “Scared.”
With a frown, Greg stabs the ice down into his glass. “I just don’t want to have my lights punched out, y’know? He’s from Texas and there are people that really hate this kind of thing over there.” Unfortunately, Greg’s speaking from personal experience. When he was a sophomore in high school, there’d been a new senior that transferred over. Greg kind of fell head over heels and damn if the fall wasn’t three times as painful as any other. It’s unfortunate that they make them so well in Texas.
Shrugging, Jacqui turns to dig in her purse. “No, it’s only unfortunate for those of us who can’t bag the ones from Texas.” Greg’s frown deepens. Had he said all that out loud?
“Eh, whatever. Point is it’s highly likely that Nick’s not going to like it if I just walk up to him and say something. I need to lay groundwork or something, y’know, make him realize how much he wants it.” Oh, wow. He sounds weird and creepy to himself. Maybe he should lay off the people watching; it’s spreading into other aspects of his life.
But Jacqui doesn’t seem creeped out so maybe it’s okay. “Are you paying your half?”
Greg shakes his head and rests back against the seat. “No. You drag me out of my apartment to take me to lunch, you’re paying, babe.” He throws in a wink for good measure. Jacqui rolls her eyes.
“You’re such a dork.”
Used to her reaction, Greg stretches his hands over his head and grins when his back pops nicely. “You’ll come around someday, nobody can resist me.”
Really, he doesn’t know how he sounds so confident, because in his mind he’s only this confident when he runs samples, and even then he’s not always certain.
The glint in Jacqui’s eyes is evil as she stands from the booth, checkbook in hand, and says, “You can’t have all of us, Greg,” and leaves with a wink of her own.
--
September 20, 2003
“Nineteen. Eighteen. Five. Four. Fourteen. One--”
“What are you doing?”
Greg looks up from the piece of paper sitting in front of him and scribbles out his writing before he says, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Grissom purses his lips but doesn’t press the issue, handing over a small manila envelope. ”Run this against the unknown I gave you earlier.” He leaves without another word, but before Greg can complain, Sara comes in, carrying a large gift bag sitting on top of a cardboard box that she can hardly see over. Greg rushes from his desk to help her, taking a peek inside the bag. He turns to her with a raised eyebrow. “You know I love your gifts but I’m not sure you can legally give this to me.”
Sara purses her lips in a chilling impersonation of the way Grissom had moments before. She turns to dig in the contents of the bag while Greg stares. “Actually, most of this is for Hodges.” She leans closer to him and whispers, “And most of it’s fake. Griss told me to find as much as I could and send him all the fake evidence that would work. He’s been…really annoying lately. This-“ She pulls out a vial of blood. “-is for you.”
Giving it a light, experimental shake, he nods and smiles. “Awesome. Just when I thought today couldn’t get any better. A sample to run and so much work for Hodges he’ll stay out of my hair.” He takes her hand and presses a chaste kiss to the back. “I think I love you, Sara Sidle.”
“Of course you do, Greg,” she replies softly, hint of a smile still on her face as she takes her hand back. “Get through that quickly, please?”
Greg bows awkwardly back to his desk and waves the vial by means of agreement. Sara stares for a moment longer, and then leaves.
Just as he closes the top of a machine meant to do all the really hard work for him, one of the doors opens. He ignores it, waiting for the visitor to tell him what they need, but when they don’t, he turns around with a wide smile.
Nick doesn’t return it, though, because he’s far too busy trying to stutter words into full-blown sentences, and the longer he tries, the redder his face gets. Finally, he stops, takes a deep breath, and says, “Um,” before his pager goes off. There’s a light, sheepish smile that appears on his face. “Prints came back. I’ll, uh. I’ll come back later.” He leaves without another word.
Finally seeming to catch on, Greg can’t get rid of his smile for the rest of the night.