Taming of the Greggo
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,378
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Taming of the Greggo
Ireland and her friend stepped out of the Venetian into the Vegas evening. It had been a surprisingly cool day for mid-June.
“Oh Jen I’m so glad you could meet me. I missed you so much!” Ireland hugged her friend, whom she had not seen for several years. After college at Stanford she’d moved around, working in almost all 50 state criminology labs in the country, a few universities, and a short stint at the federal lab. She always told people her career was what made her special. She was 5’4” with brown eyes, and shoulder length brown hair. She wasn’t what people would call beautiful, but she was pretty in her own right. She wasn’t overly athletic, but she did some martial arts and jogged a few days a week, not skinny, but not fat either.
“We missed you. Mom wants you to come to dinner some time this week so we can all catch up…oh my God.” Jen pointed in the direction of a black Denali, and at three men in black CSI Vegas vests. “Isn’t that Greg? Your buddy from college?”
Ireland stared at the group for a moment. “Yeah, I didn’t know he was in…” A thunderbolt cracked right above them and Ireland looked up. “Oh God, they’re about to lose their scene. Jen stay here.” Ireland ran to the valet desk grabbed a large roll of black garbage bags, to the protests of the man standing there. She ran towards the crime tape and started screaming. “GREG!”
“So you saw a white or silver SUV pull up, hit the girl, shoot her through the window and speed off?” Greg and the rest of the group looked up when they heard the footsteps and yelling.
Ireland screamed as she ran right past the uniformed officers flashing her own CSI ID badge. “CSI Conley from Washington state. MOVE! Greg you’re 30 seconds from losing your scene!” Greg dropped his notebook and caught the roll of garbage bags Ireland threw at him. A moment later Greg and Ireland landed on their asses on sidewalk. No more than seven seconds after they’d covered the area rain poured down on the street. A man with “Grissom” sewn to his vest came running up to the crime tape.
“Greg, please introduce me to the person who just saved our crime scene.” Ireland got off the ground, dusted herself off and shook his hand.
“CSI Ire Conley, sir. I’ve lived in the Pacific North West for the past few years, so I have a knack for knowing when clouds are going to dump rain.”
“That doesn’t tell me how you and Greg covered up our crime scene like a couple of trained circus performers.” Grissom raised an eyebrow at her.
“Well, Greg and I, uh…”
“We went to college together, Grissom.” Greg stepped up behind her.
“Conley…don’t I have an interview with you in the morning?” Gil looked down at the clip board he was carrying.
“Yes, sir. Seven sharp.”
“Well Greg, take your friend here back to the lab. We’re going to need samples of her hair and DNA to rule out any we find on the scene.” He walked a few steps away and then turned back around. “Oh and don’t forget we need a pint of blood from all new employees.”
“I’m hired?! But you haven’t even interviewed me yet.”
“Yes I did. Your on the job interview ended the moment you saved this crime scene. And you obviously work well in team situations, your résumé is excellent; I couldn’t think of anyone better qualified for the job and we could certainly benefit from your computers skills. Greg can help you get squared away back at the lab.”
Ireland waited until Grissom was turned around completely and pumped her fist in the air and hugged Greg. “Back to the lab, Pinky!”
“Right, Brain!” Greg laid his arm around her shoulders. They walked over to Jen, explained where they were going and then grabbed the nearest available Denali.
Back at the lab Greg started showing Ireland around. They had both majored in Chemistry, and Greg knew Ireland wasn’t going to need much help. She’d gotten better grades than he had most of the time.
“These ones are brand new. We just got them two months ago. They do twice the workload in half the time.” Greg pointed to a GCMS machine.
“We got something similar at my old lab a few weeks ago. They’re amazing aren’t they?” Ireland turned toward Greg and met his eyes. She’d always loved his eyes. For some reason they always sparkled, even when he was mid Finals cram session. Even after 6 years that sparkle could make her weak in the knees. Their lips were so close she could have kissed him without even moving.
Grissom walked into the lab. “Greg, what are you doing?”
Greg and Ireland flinched. Neither had heard Grissom approach. “He was just showing me your new equipment, Dr. Grissom,” Ireland popped straight up to standing again. “They’re amazing. I was able to use them briefly at my lab in Washington.”
“Oh good. Well I want you to go back out to the strip. You saved the scene, so you’ve earned the chance to process it. Take Nick here with you.” A buff, yet sweet looking dark haired man with “Stokes” on his vest waved from over Gil’s shoulder. He handed her some papers and watched as she saluted and left the room.
“Now, Greg, you can explain to me what that was all about.”
“What was what was all about, Grissom?” Eric grabbed papers from the counters and pretended to organize them.
“You trying to kiss the new CSI in the middle of the lab,” William handed over the small evidence bindle he still held. “And then I need DNA from this.”
Greg sat down and started processing the hairs in the bindle. “Well I wasn’t trying to kiss her but uh, well we dated back in college for a while,” Greg laughed nervously. “It only really ended it because she wanted to move up north somewhere. She liked the snow. And then she got an offer from the federal lab and…”
“Greg, I don’t care what you do in your personal life, but make sure it’s on your own time,” Grissom turned around and as he was walking out, shouted over his shoulder. “And make sure it’s not in the middle of the lab!”
“Oh Jen I’m so glad you could meet me. I missed you so much!” Ireland hugged her friend, whom she had not seen for several years. After college at Stanford she’d moved around, working in almost all 50 state criminology labs in the country, a few universities, and a short stint at the federal lab. She always told people her career was what made her special. She was 5’4” with brown eyes, and shoulder length brown hair. She wasn’t what people would call beautiful, but she was pretty in her own right. She wasn’t overly athletic, but she did some martial arts and jogged a few days a week, not skinny, but not fat either.
“We missed you. Mom wants you to come to dinner some time this week so we can all catch up…oh my God.” Jen pointed in the direction of a black Denali, and at three men in black CSI Vegas vests. “Isn’t that Greg? Your buddy from college?”
Ireland stared at the group for a moment. “Yeah, I didn’t know he was in…” A thunderbolt cracked right above them and Ireland looked up. “Oh God, they’re about to lose their scene. Jen stay here.” Ireland ran to the valet desk grabbed a large roll of black garbage bags, to the protests of the man standing there. She ran towards the crime tape and started screaming. “GREG!”
“So you saw a white or silver SUV pull up, hit the girl, shoot her through the window and speed off?” Greg and the rest of the group looked up when they heard the footsteps and yelling.
Ireland screamed as she ran right past the uniformed officers flashing her own CSI ID badge. “CSI Conley from Washington state. MOVE! Greg you’re 30 seconds from losing your scene!” Greg dropped his notebook and caught the roll of garbage bags Ireland threw at him. A moment later Greg and Ireland landed on their asses on sidewalk. No more than seven seconds after they’d covered the area rain poured down on the street. A man with “Grissom” sewn to his vest came running up to the crime tape.
“Greg, please introduce me to the person who just saved our crime scene.” Ireland got off the ground, dusted herself off and shook his hand.
“CSI Ire Conley, sir. I’ve lived in the Pacific North West for the past few years, so I have a knack for knowing when clouds are going to dump rain.”
“That doesn’t tell me how you and Greg covered up our crime scene like a couple of trained circus performers.” Grissom raised an eyebrow at her.
“Well, Greg and I, uh…”
“We went to college together, Grissom.” Greg stepped up behind her.
“Conley…don’t I have an interview with you in the morning?” Gil looked down at the clip board he was carrying.
“Yes, sir. Seven sharp.”
“Well Greg, take your friend here back to the lab. We’re going to need samples of her hair and DNA to rule out any we find on the scene.” He walked a few steps away and then turned back around. “Oh and don’t forget we need a pint of blood from all new employees.”
“I’m hired?! But you haven’t even interviewed me yet.”
“Yes I did. Your on the job interview ended the moment you saved this crime scene. And you obviously work well in team situations, your résumé is excellent; I couldn’t think of anyone better qualified for the job and we could certainly benefit from your computers skills. Greg can help you get squared away back at the lab.”
Ireland waited until Grissom was turned around completely and pumped her fist in the air and hugged Greg. “Back to the lab, Pinky!”
“Right, Brain!” Greg laid his arm around her shoulders. They walked over to Jen, explained where they were going and then grabbed the nearest available Denali.
Back at the lab Greg started showing Ireland around. They had both majored in Chemistry, and Greg knew Ireland wasn’t going to need much help. She’d gotten better grades than he had most of the time.
“These ones are brand new. We just got them two months ago. They do twice the workload in half the time.” Greg pointed to a GCMS machine.
“We got something similar at my old lab a few weeks ago. They’re amazing aren’t they?” Ireland turned toward Greg and met his eyes. She’d always loved his eyes. For some reason they always sparkled, even when he was mid Finals cram session. Even after 6 years that sparkle could make her weak in the knees. Their lips were so close she could have kissed him without even moving.
Grissom walked into the lab. “Greg, what are you doing?”
Greg and Ireland flinched. Neither had heard Grissom approach. “He was just showing me your new equipment, Dr. Grissom,” Ireland popped straight up to standing again. “They’re amazing. I was able to use them briefly at my lab in Washington.”
“Oh good. Well I want you to go back out to the strip. You saved the scene, so you’ve earned the chance to process it. Take Nick here with you.” A buff, yet sweet looking dark haired man with “Stokes” on his vest waved from over Gil’s shoulder. He handed her some papers and watched as she saluted and left the room.
“Now, Greg, you can explain to me what that was all about.”
“What was what was all about, Grissom?” Eric grabbed papers from the counters and pretended to organize them.
“You trying to kiss the new CSI in the middle of the lab,” William handed over the small evidence bindle he still held. “And then I need DNA from this.”
Greg sat down and started processing the hairs in the bindle. “Well I wasn’t trying to kiss her but uh, well we dated back in college for a while,” Greg laughed nervously. “It only really ended it because she wanted to move up north somewhere. She liked the snow. And then she got an offer from the federal lab and…”
“Greg, I don’t care what you do in your personal life, but make sure it’s on your own time,” Grissom turned around and as he was walking out, shouted over his shoulder. “And make sure it’s not in the middle of the lab!”