#CSI X reader

[rosebudmyboy]

First Meeting

Greg Sanders x Reader fluff

No warnings: just fluff

Summary: Part 1 of Reconnecting. You meet Greg on your first day, only to realize that you already know each other.

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It was your first day at the Vegas lab. As your shift supervisor, Grissom gives you a basic rundown of how things work at the lab. Being a CSI level 1, you’ll mostly be working high volume crimes like burglaries and thefts alone while occasionally helping your colleagues on more complex investigations.

“Hey Catherine, you have a moment?” Grissom asks stoping her in the hallway.

“Yeah, I’m just on my way to DNA,” she replies while noticing you standing next to Grissom.

“You must be Y/N, the new hire. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Catherine,” she introduces.

“Hi, it’s good to meet you too,” you nod along.

“She’s going to be helping you with your dead casino manager case,” Grissom informs her.

“Great, I’m heading to DNA for some results now,” she motions for you to join her.

While on the way, Catherine gets to know you. She learns that you’re originally from California and spent a few years at the LA lab before transferring to Vegas. She then leads you into presumably the DNA lab where very loud rock is being played on a radio.

“Hey Greg, what do you got for us?” Catherine probes after turning the volume down to get his attention.

Greg spins around in his chair and quickly notices a familiar face next to Catherine. You exchange looks as you’re each met by a face you’ve not seen in years.

“This is Y/N, the new hire that Grissom mentioned. We’ll be working together on this case,” Catherine informs Greg.

“Hi,” he smiles at you knowingly before finding the print out with Catherine’s results. He stands up from his chair and walks over to you both.

“The dried blood collected from underneath the poker dealer’s fingernails is a match to your casino manager” he reveals, handing her the document and glancing over to you.

Before Catherine can respond, Sara pokes her head through the lab’s doorway.

“Hey Cath, can I talk to you for a minute?” Sara asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” she says to you both before leaving the room to follow Sara.

Now that you’re alone, you feel comfortable reconnecting with Greg after many years apart.

“Sanders, how are you?” you excitedly ask, pulling him in for a hug.

“I’m good. What are you doing in Vegas?” he wonders, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head down to rest on your shoulder.

After graduation, you two lost touch and Greg didn’t think he’d see you again.

“I thought it’d be a good change for me. I’ve never lived outside of California until now,” you reply after easing out of the embrace.

“What about you? I thought you’d be in New York?” you ask, still gently holding onto his arms. You remember his plan to move there after college.

“I lived there for almost two years before I got a position at the San Francisco lab. I was there for about the same amount of time before transferring to Vegas,” he replies.

“Let me guess, Sin City sounded more thrilling?” you tease, knowing Greg liked to be a little reckless.

“You could say something like that,” he smirks, brushing off your comment. “Did you get to travel like you wanted to?”

“I did,” you nod. “Then I got my masters in forensic science.”

“And to think you almost didn’t pass organic chemistry,” Greg jokes, recalling memories of the many late nights he stayed up to help you study.

“Yeah, that was near impossible,” you laugh, making Greg shake his head.

“You still have the same spiky hair that you did then,” you remark, taking in his appearance. Even though it had been a few years since you last saw Greg, he hadn’t changed at all.

“Yeah, and yours is shorter,” he smiles, admiring how a few strands frame your face.

Second later, Catherine returns to the lab and tells you to meet her in autopsy.

“I guess I’ll see you later Greg,” you grin, turning to leave.

“Y/N wait,” he calls out, reaching for your arm. You stop and look back at him.

“Let’s catch up more after work. I know a good breakfast place close by,” he suggests while nervously shifting his weight.

“That sounds nice,” you agree and offer him a reassuring smile before following Catherine down the hall.

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➤Just Hold Me || Nick Stokes

Prompt used:

holding each other close in silence

A/n: I had to write something after that episode, idc if it doesn't get much notes. I just had to write it. If you want other CSI content let me know

You knew it took a toll on him, that even know he gave you smiles it was still effecting him. You would never blame Nick of course. What he went through was traumatic but you were just happy he was alive and on your arms.

You did not care that you might be getting less sleep than normal due to Nick screaming in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry." Nick avoided your gaze as you both say up in bed. The man had tears stained across his cheeks as he cleared out his throat. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Nick." Your voice was soft as you placed your hand on his arm tugging him close. His body instinctively curling into yours as you let your fingers run down his back to sooth him. "Please don't apologize...I'm fine and it's going to take some time but I will be here for you."

Closing his eyes, Nick let his body finally relax into you. Nothing needed to be said, you two just sat with each other in silence.

It was comfortable, Nick felt safe in your arms . He always felt safe with you and though it make take some times the nightmares would fade but he'll always have you.

[space-helen]

Grade

Words: 1499

Pairing: All platonic (?) Nick Stokes x Reader, Greg Sanders x Reader, David Hodges x Reader

A/N: This was written back in October (sorry) but enjoy!

Request: Okay so this may be totally very random but idk either- the idea just popped into my head but my writer ass is too filled up with school to have motivation to write so- but like onto the idea.

So like, reader is maybe like, a student/works part time at the lab? And theyre everyones favourite as they can get along with everyone (even hodges though he would be the last to admit it-) but their grades are slipping majorly and no one knows as they keep up the 'im fine' mask before diverting the topic, like how that person is.

But one day maybe they get a grade or something in a subject they really studied for and its very bad or something else happens and someone just finds them in a very random spot and its all fluff :(?

Sorry if this was long and you dont have to write this if you dont want to, I just think your writing is awesome so :)

-🧽/Anon

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You nervously checked your phone again before shoving it back in your pocket. God, you hated waiting for results. It seemed like you'd been on a losing streak recently. No matter how hard you were studying your grades were consistently low. You knew some of your classmates thought it was because of your job in the crime lab but you wouldn't give it up for the world.

"How's it going?" Hodges spoke from the other side of the room.

"Everything's fine." You forced a smile "the tests are running."

"Perfect." He returned his attention back to the work in front of him "You can go for a break if you want. Go grab a coffee, just be back to get the results."

"Thanks. Want me to make you one?" 

The man waved you off and gave you a smile "I'll be ok but thank you." Standing up you made sure everything was safe before leaving the room.

Getting into the break room you poured yourself a drink before looking at the snacks on offer today before turning and taking a seat at the table.

"How's it going?" Greg sat across from you at the table, a drink of his own in his hand.

"I'm ok, pretty quiet morning so far."

He laughed "today does seem slower, huh?" He took a sip of his drink as you did yours "have you had the test results back?"

"Yours should be done soon, Hodges told me to take a break while they were-"

"Not those." He interrupted "your grade for the-"

"Oh, they haven't come back yet."

"Are you nervous?"

You shook your head and took another sip of your drink, feeling the hot liquid slightly scold your mouth and throat. "I studied hard, it should be fine like always."

"I respect your positivity so much" he smiled as he checked his phone and then  downed the last part of his drink, you weren't sure how he did it really, you knew you wouldn't be able to with the coffee at this temperature. "I have to run but let me know when you get the grade back." As he stood he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gave it a light squeeze "good luck."

You gave him a smile and thanked him but before you knew it he was gone. Enjoying the rest of the silence you flipped through one of the newspapers left on the table before eventually finishing your coffee and cleaning your mug. Walking back down the corridor towards your workstation you felt a notification come in on your phone. Seeing it was your results you opened it immediately but instantly regretted it, another failed test. Diving for the nearest door you opened flung it open and threw yourself through into it. As you stared at your phone screen you could feel tears coming to your eyes quickly as your chest began to feel tighter. This couldn't be happening, not again.

Nick had seen your odd behaviour as he turned the corner. Speeding up his pace he knocked lightly on the storage cupboard door "Y/N is everything ok?" he listened carefully for a response but instead heard your quiet sobs through the door. Opening it carefully he slid inside and his heart felt sorry for you as soon as your tear filled eyes met his.

"Come here." His whispered opening his arms. You closed the small distance and were soon in his arms, allowing him to hug you. "What happened?"

"The test." You sobbed "I just got my grade back" another sob "I failed." 

"It's ok. It's ok." The man placed his one hand on your hair to comfort you more as he brought you into his chest. 

As he did Greg came to the door and opened it carefully, seeing the two of you he gave Nick a questioning look and mouthed the words 'what's up?' 

'Grades' Nick mouthed back and Greg nodded his head. Leaning against the door frame he looked at you sympathetically, knowing how difficult it could be.

"I know it's silly." You pulled away from Nick and wiped your face. "But I worked so hard and it's just like I'm running in circles. Maybe I'm just not good enough."

"Don't say that." Nick said calmly

"Y/N you're literally incredible. Probably the most promising I've seen around here in forever. You're so clever and definitely have what it takes." It was Greg speaking now.

Looking at the man with tears in your eyes you swallowed a sob "It really doesn't feel like it right now."

Nick placed his hand on your shoulder lightly. "You should have said something if you're struggling with grades. We could have helped you out." 

"I didn't want you to all think I was stupid."

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Greg teased lightly "We're all in awe at how much you have going on and we'd never think you were stupid."

"Man, you teach me something new most days." Nick added in, moving his hand from your shoulder to your back, gesturing forward with his other hand "let's move from the closet though, it's cramped in here and there's better places to cry in the lab."

Nodding you allowed the men to walk you to somewhere more appropriate, the two of them giving warning glances to anyone staring or small shakes of their head in a 'drop it' fashion to those who looked like they were going to interfere. 

Sitting down at your desk, Hodges handed you your results as the two men stood next to you, clearly puzzled by everyone's expressions he had to fill the silence "what's going on-"

"I failed" You cut him off. 

The man's jaw was slack "What? How? Wasn't this exam in your main field of expertise? We work on it most days."

You nodded and rested your elbows on the table and your chin on your hands as your eyes skimmed the results he'd handed you "yep."

"You have to ask for a remark."

"Leave it." Nick spoke as he pulled up a stool next to you.

You sighed if Nick and Greg knew, David should probably know too since you worked with him everyday and you were actually quite close to the man. "I've been pretty consistent with my failing grades this semester." You didn't raise your eyes from the piece of paper.

"There has to be some form of favouritism going on." The man shook his head "you've never once made an error in this lab-"

Greg interrupted the man "I don't think this is helping right now."

"No it's fine." You looked up at the men "What's done is done. I can try and redeem myself in the next one but if I fail that too I'll probably have to kiss the lab goodbye."

Hodges grumbled "I'll help you. Whatever you need I'll help."

"Can't we just show them the work you do here? Would that help your grade?" Nick questioned.

You shrugged "we could try, but they'd probably just tell me I've got too much going on. Just like how my friends say it."

"They don't sound very much like friends then do they." Greg scoffed "we're here for you though Y/N, like Hodges said, anything you need." Greg's phone buzzed and he was quickly excusing himself.

You looked back down at the results and slid them in front of Nick as you talked him through them as I'd nothing had happened, the man thanked you and gave you a warm smile before leaving.

"What do you have for me next?" You asked Hodges.

"You can help me prep these samples?"

You smiled and began to cross the room to him when your phone began to ring. Answering the call without looking, you were surprised to hear your University lecturer on the other end.. 

Locking your phone you slid it into your pocket and took a step back inside your lab space. "You'll never guess what" Hodges gestured for you to continue speaking "There was apparently an error in the system and everyone was given a failing grade. I passed. I’m a little annoyed it happened but-"

"I knew it had to be a mistake.” Hodges quickly added a smile beaming on his face.

"I don't know what my exact grade was but at least it wasn't a fail. She said that although my past grades weren't great the ones they really take into consideration is this one and the next two we get."

He smiled even more "good because I have no clue what I'd do in here without you now" 

"Thank you, I really love the opportunity I have to work with you, I've learnt so much-"

He held up his hand "As much as I love to hear it from other people I don't want to hear it from you." He joked "go and tell Nick and Greg."

You nodded "I'll be right back" 

"There's no rush, enjoy the news"

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Stalking me, Stalking you(CSI Nick Stokes)

Imagine: You never saw it coming, you never knew he was there until the moment he struck. For months, this individual had stalking you from the shadows, trying to find a way into your life. Never quite able to but in his mind, time was running out and soon enough you would be completely out of reach. This was the moment to act, to ‘rescue’ you and steal you away.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, hurt but eventual comfort. Suffering, lots of suffering, slow-moving plot, stalking, obsessive behaviour.

Pairings: Nick Stokes x Reader and Reader x OC (one-sided)

Word count:  2,240 words

Universe: CSI

Reader gender: Female

Part one of ten

Tagged: @just-call-me-the-old-hag @horsedragonllama

Next

Sunday, 10:45 am

With your acquired piping hot morning cup of decaffeinated coffee, confined to the conveniently supplied to-go cup, you were ready to head out, to head back home and get the final chores finished before your mother arrived. Tomorrow could not come soon enough, it had been way too long since your mother last visited a few years back but this would be different. 

Dinner reservations had all but been confirmed. You were awaiting the relevant information as soon as your partner had it in his possession as he had insisted on handling this little task himself. This would be the first time your mother and he would be in the same room. It was rather nerve-racking as you hoped that nothing would go wrong and they'd get on like a house on fire.

Lost in your thoughts, as you wandered through the crowded little coffee shop, one that you had regularly visited twice a week over the past four years. You only saw the stranger coming once it was too late to prevent the collision. His shoulder knocked into yours hard enough to send you spinning and before you could react, your coffee flew out of your hand, spilling its dark content all over the tiled floor.

“Damn,” You said, mildly annoyed but knowing the popularity of your favourite coffee shop. There was always a chance that something like this could easily happen. It's just your turn. You would look back and laugh about this later with your mother.

“It’s my fault, sorry about that. Let me buy you another one” An unfamiliar smooth baritone voice spoke, catching her attention. You raised her gaze to meet theirs, ready to politely decline as after all, it was just one cup of coffee nothing to cry over. With a friendly, nonchalant smile upon your lips, you open your mouth to reply…

Monday, 9 am

Evelyn had never been truly comfortable flying but when her daughter had called around two and half months back with an open invitation and her airfare fully paid, she jumped at the chance. After sending one more message to both her daughter and husband, Evelyn boarded the plane.

Driving down had been an option, Evelyn had never been the most confident driver, especially over long distances. On those long lonely straits of road, she would always worry needlessly about every little thing, even if her husband had been along for the ride. Flying had been the only option since her husband was still not back from his fishing trip. An hour and a half was nothing, it would be over before she knew it.

Just before she turned off her phone, Evelyn checked one final time to see if either of them had replied. Her dear Bob had but her daughter had not. This hadn’t been the first message that she hadn’t responded to.

Evelyn had spoken to her the previous morning to confirm what time she would arrive at the airport so that she would be prompt to pick her up but after that, it was utter radio silence. This was hardly unusual due to the nature of her daughter’s job but this felt different. For her daughter was truly a creature of habit, always calling back if she had missed more than one call that day from either parent and replying to text messages by the next morning.

She had done neither of these as Evelyn had tried calling last night and once more before leaving this very morning. She even used the keypad to text carefully a goodnight message and the one before boarding. She preferred to call over using the messaging function on this newer model of phone that had been purchased as a Christmas present. Her family wanted her to try and keep up with the times and have a way of contacting them whenever she left the house.

It had been sweet though but it wouldn’t have been her first choice of present. She knew that her daughter worried about her, but then Evelyn deeply worried about her child’s safety especially since they had not lived in the same state for the last five years. 

All she could do was wait until her plane landed safely at Las Vegas Airport and the sight of that ever-infectious smile beaming from just beyond the barrier in the Arrival Hall. The pleasant image would be enough to get through the flight as she laid back in her seat, closing her eyes and relaxed as much as she possibly could.

An hour and a half flew past and Evelyn found herself standing in the right place with a suitcase in one hand and her purse dainty held in the other as her eyes scanned the crowd. She had checked the signage on the walks to ensure that she had gone in the right direction, as it was most definitely possible that the airport had more than one arrival hall in this terminal but this hadn’t been the case.

She had been walking up and down for the last twenty minutes, her eyes passing over each of the many faces staring back at her from the barrier. None of them were the ones that she had been expecting. This was strange as her plane had not been delayed and her trip through security had not taken long. Maybe her daughter had been held up in a traffic jam, yes that had to be it.

Evelyn made her way through the crowd, all whilst looking for a seat to rest and continuing to wait as she was certain that her child wouldn’t be much longer.  

Minutes ticked past, soon becoming tens of minutes and before long an hour had passed. Evelyn was concerned as her eyes had remained fixed upon the exit doors, watching as they opened and closed as people flooded in and out but her daughter had never stepped foot across that threshold.

With one hand, she fished out that dreaded mobile phone and swiftly dialled her daughter’s number. It rang for a few moments before being diverted to voicemail. Without hesitation, she spoke knowing that she had few options in a city where knew no one beyond her child. 

‘Sweetheart. It’s your mother. I’ve been at the airport for a little while. I know you are on the way and have likely been caught up in some dreadful traffic on the way here so I’ll get a taxi as I do have your address and you head home. I’ll meet you there

She placed the phone back in the depths of her purse before heading outside to find a taxi as seeds of worry and doubt blossomed into life.

Monday, 11:10 pm

Detective Captain Jim Brass had seen it all. There was not much that shook him to the core anymore, after all the years spent with all that he had seen with the ever-loyal team of hardworking CSIs that made up the graveyard shift. 

His officers were just as hardy as he was, well maybe a few were still green and somewhat naive but in time, they would be as hard as diamonds on the outside at least. Seated in his office, he was ready to burn the midnight oil when a quick succession of knocks alerted him to the presence of someone at his door.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, to summon them to cross the threshold and enter but this individual did not wait as the door was swiftly pushed open. He frowned, annoyed at this sudden intrusion but as his gaze fell upon the familiar face of Officer Rodriguez of Day Shift, a thousand questions rose erupted within his mind.

Why was he still here? His shift ended hours ago but yet he remained within the department. His pale and drawn face was far from the usual for this stern man who lived for the badge. 

“Sir, I’m sorry for just entering but I felt that you needed to hear this” His voice lacked its normal steady tone, it was similar to that of the many terrified fathers that he had encountered over the years. “I’m listening, Rodriguez” He patiently spoke briefly, to allow the man to find the rest of his words.

“My partner and I were called to the scene of a 406, from the information that we had received from dispatch just seemed like a run-of-the-mill job. However, when Sawyer and I rolled up at the address, it was far from ordinary”  

Jim watched on silently as the story began to unravel. “A distraught older woman was waiting outside the property for us, and quickly it was established that this was the mother of the individual that owned this unit” It was plain to see the professional nature waning as the officer continued to relay his report.

“The owner was discovered to be one of our own” As he heard the name, the cogs began to turn, as he tried to make sense of what had led to this but yet, he lacked the whole picture as if only a few matching pieces had found and place down upon the table, the jigsaw was slowly coming together. 

However, this still perplexed Jim, why was a simple burglary being hand-delivered to his door, unless there was more to this than a case of a stranger breaking into the home of a member of law enforcement and taking anything that wasn't nailed down. 

A small case that dayshift would need no assistance from either swing or graveyard but this didn’t feel as if they were reaching out for a fresh set of eyes to look over the evidence. He would bite and see where he ended up.

The memory of the morning still fresh lingered at the forefront of Rodriguez’s mind. It was hard to push aside as he relived each step, trying to see if he missed any detail. No matter how miniscule it initially seems could open doors down the line.

“She’s been paid leave for thirty-six hours as her mother was due to arrive this morning. Using a few vacation days left over from last year” He relayed the information readily to the younger man. A basic set of facts that most of the department was already aware of. She had been rather openly vocal about the pending arrival of her beloved mother. 

Each shift had been part of the active countdown that drove many mad but much like any other family, they took in on the chin and revelled at the sight of her excitement. Both men remembered the smile that never faded, it didn’t matter which end of her shift they encountered her, there it would be.

The years of service had not yet tarnished and hardened her heart, but it would come eventually. That one case that they could not get past, sleepless nights and a drive to find a way to justice that went above the call of duty. Jim had his, he knew that Rodriguez had his own.

The sight of Conrad Ecklie and the click of his office door closing behind the said man spoke volumes, this was not going to be good news in the slightest. “Sir, The Detective in question never turned up at the airport to pick up her mother and has not been seen since the morning before that”

Monday 11:20 PM

Nick held his phone as he walked through the station’s front doors, his focus transfixed firmly upon the tiny screen of the device. Still no message back but then again he wasn’t expecting her to answer straight away especially now that her mother was in town. He had the breakfast date to look forward to once he finished this graveyard shift.

Tomorrow was going to be his day with his girl, meeting up with her at their regular breakfast joint and then sitting down to dinner with her mother later in the evening. Nick would message her the details later on during his first break of the night.

Nothing could easily railroad this wonderful feeling, for the first time, in a long time things were going swimmingly with his love life. He never knew that these were famous last words, ones that would haunt him in the days to come.

As his eyes rose from his screen, he could not help but notice the scene in Brass’s office. Ecklie was a familiar sight, flitting in and out whenever the need arose but an unfamiliar Officer who should have clocked out hours ago, now that was unusual.

Catherine lingered in the hallway near the locker room, leaning into the wall behind her with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes trained upon the glass-walled office. “Evening” He greeted his dear old friend as he stiddled up beside her. “Do you know what’s going on?” He enquired curious to know if she had any insight into the strange situation.

“No, but I don’t doubt we’ll be in the dark for long. All I do know is that it’s do with one of the day shift’s newest cases” She replied, her curiosity had been piqued the moment that she entered ten minutes earlier.

In tandem, their phones beeped and the same text message was displayed on each of their devices. What a way to start a shift, Nick knew that he would have to tell about this in the morning.

FAMILY MEETING

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Courageous Gift Pt. 1

Greg Sanders x Reader

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Mini Series 

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content.

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,820

Post Date & Time: August 16th 2024 at 2:32 AM

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Warnings Here 

Listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}. 

Summary:  Based off of S7 Es4 & 7 When Greg becomes victim to a gang of street thugs that have been beating people all night, the reader is forced to fear the worst for her best friend. 

Reader’s Pov:

I get into work and walk down the many hallways from the parking garage and to the locker room, quickly changing into my work clothes. Just as I start to put my old clothes away, Sara walks in and opens up her locker.  

“Hi, y/n,” she greets me and I smile at her. 

“Hi, Sara,” I greet her back as she turns to smile back at me. 

“Are you doing okay? You look a little tired,” she observes and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“Nah. I’m good, just didn't sleep much last night,” I respond and she purses her lips as I pull out my gun and clip it to my hip. 

“Are you good to work then? I could talk to Griss, see if you can get a bit more sleep,” she wonders and I shake my head, closing my locker. 

“No. It’s okay. He already knows. I called in before and asked if I could come in later. Hence why I’m here now,” I inform her with a shrug and she nods. 

“Okay. Just let me know if you need anything,” she offers to me as she rubs my shoulder. 

“Oh yeah, of course. Thank you,” I give my appreciation and she smiles at me. 

“Anytime,” she replies with her own light smile. 

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later. Gotta get to work,” I inform her and she nods. 

“Yeah, see you later,” she agrees before I walk out of the locker room. 

I walk through the lab’s endlessly long, winding hallways, looking for Grissom to talk to him. I just so happen to catch Greg, who smiles when he sees me and starts to walk up to me, making me smile as I start to walk towards him too.

“Way to go,” our coworker congratulates him as they pass each other and give one another a high five. 

“Thank you,” Greg replies before walking over to me and I smile at him. 

“Well, hello, Mr. Spiffy. Don’t you look nice in that suit and tie,” I remark, crossing my arms and giving a knowing smile. He grins as he pops the side of it. 

“Thank you. I had court today,” he comments with a smug look crossing his face and I nod as I look him over. 

“I know. Your first trial with a jury, how’d it go?” I ask and he grins more if that’s even possible, which with Greg it always is. 

“You remembered,” he practically gushes and I roll my eyes. 

“Of course I remember, Greg. We’ve only been best friends for how many years? Oh yeah, 20 plus years,” I sarcastically remark and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“It went great. I did so good that even the nice lady prosecutor took me to dinner,” he playfully boasts as he beams at me with a grin brighter than the sun as we slowly start to walk again. 

“That’s great, G. I guess I owe you dinner now too,” I offer with my own sly grin, even though there’s a pit of boiling jealousy running through me. 

“Actually, by the time we’re both off you’d probably be buying late breakfast,” he jokes with an eyebrow raise and I giggle. 

“You know what I meant, dumbass,” I deadpan as I lightly hit his arm. 

“Yeah, I did…” he sheepishly admits as he rubs his arm. 

“No, but really. You don’t have to buy me breakfast. If anything, I’ll buy you breakfast,” he argues and I shake my head. 

“Greg. How would that even make sense? Please, just let me treat you?” I beg him, giving him my best puppy eyes that I know he can’t say no to.

“Not the puppy eyes… and you bought the pizza on Friday,” he groans out in displeasure, shielding his eyes and I grin. 

“Yeah, but it’s not every day my best friend survives his first day in court with a jury,” I joke with him and he shakes his head as he finally looks at me again while letting out a sigh of relief. 

“Greg… y/n. Good, I need both of you,” Grissom calls out to us as he comes out of his office holding a clipboard and we look at one another before walking over to him together. 

“Lose the monkey suit, you’ve got a scene: liquor store robbery. Here’s the address,” he informs Greg, looking him up and down before handing Greg a paper. 

“Awe man, I like the monkey suit,” I playfully whine and Greg lets out a chortle, shaking his head. 

“Well, too bad. He can’t go on a scene like that,” Grissom notes in humor as he looks at me over his glasses. 

“Is it related to the earlier 415s?” Greg inquires as he looks at the address. 

“Could be— Sofia’s got one of the suspect’s sweaters,” Grissom answers as he scratches at his ear. 

“I need you to seal it, bring it back here and anything else you can find,” Grissom explains, pointing at Greg, who nods as he listens intently. 

“All right. Who’s my wingman? Is it y/n?” Greg asks in excitement as he smiles at me. 

“You're a big boy, Greg. You don’t need a wingman for this,” Grissom pointedly answers, giving him a judgmental fatherly look and I turn to Greg with a grin. 

“Y/n, may I please see you in my office?” Grissom asks and I nod at him before he turns around and walks into it. 

“Primary. Nice,” Greg comments with a light smirk as he hits the paper against his hand like he always does. 

“Good luck out there, G. Be safe, yeah?” I ask him and he smiles, nodding. 

“Of course. I promise,” he replies before opening his arms for a hug. 

I smile back, taking a step forward and wrapping my arms around his torso, squeezing him affectionately. He wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head lightly on top of mine. I turn my head and nuzzle my nose into his neck, melting into him for a moment as all my tiredness comes flooding over me. 

“Hey. You doing okay?” he asks as he starts to pull back from the hug, but I pull him back in. 

“Just hold me for a second,” I mutter out, holding him a little tighter. 

“Sure, I can do that,” he whispers softly as I relish in the tranquility that he provides me with. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, fruit loop?” he asks me when I finally pull back from the hug and I purse my lips. 

“I’m fine, poohbear. I just…” I pause, biting at my lip and he grabs my hand. 

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m here for you through whatever, you know that,” he tentatively rubs his thumb on the back of my hand and I sigh. 

“I’m having sleep problems again…” I relent hesitantly and he reverently nods. 

“I figured. Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks and I shake my head. 

“I thought I could handle it…” I admit while refusing to look at him and he sighs. 

“Well, now I’m definitely coming over and you're buying me breakfast,” he jokingly remarks and I look up at him in shock before smiling softly when I only see care written all over his face. 

“You got yourself a deal. I’ll see you in the morning then?” I ask him in a hopeful tone and he smiles, nodding as he gives my hand one last squeeze. 

“I’ll meet you at your apartment?” he questions with another raised eyebrow and I squeeze his hand back. 

“Okay. I’ll see you then,” I agree, nodding and he gives one last nod before backing up while slowly letting go of my hand. 

I shake my head as I feel a blush coming on, but I do my best to hide it. He walks away all the while walking backwards and I shake my head, holding back a giggle as he snaps his fingers before giving me finger guns. It’s only when he disappears that I let out a sigh before turning and walking into Grissom’s office. 

Third Person Pov:

After saying goodbye to y/n, Greg quickly went to change out of his suit and into his work overalls before heading out to his SUV to drive out to the scene. As he drives down the streets of Las Vegas, following the directions on his GPS, he passes an alleyway and sees a glimpse of something strange. In confusion, he stops his car and backs up to look in the alleyway. He rolls his window down and hears grunting and groaning coming from the end of the alley as dark figures all seem to stand over another. Quickly, he picks up his radio and holds the button down for a moment. 

“Control, control. This is CSI Sanders. I need some help,” he speaks into it before letting go of the button. 

“Control, go with your information,” the dispatcher replies and he quickly turns his head back to the scene. 

“Okay. I got an assault in progress. One alley south of Casino drive, cross street Shane,” he recites as he leans forward a bit to look at the sign. 

“How many suspects involved?” The dispatcher questions as she gets ready to take the information down. 

“Multiple, could be the guys who’ve been doing it all night,” Greg continues to relay information and he pauses as he waits anxiously. 

“The closest unit has a five-minute ETA. Rolling code three. Are they armed?” she asks. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know. Ma’am, please, listen. You got to get here quicker than this,” he begs into the walkie talkie as he helplessly watches the group beat the poor person. 

“Copy that. We’ll roll two additional units ASAP. Wait for backup,” the dispatcher replies and the radio goes silent. 

Greg takes in a breath as he thinks for a split second before putting his SUV back into drive. He quickly backs the car up before pulling into the alleyway and driving down it while honking his horn. 

“Move!” he shouts as he gets closer to the group while still honking his horn. 

He hits his siren a couple of times while honking as he gets closer. It’s not until he gets a little closer that a lot of the suspects start to move away from the person on the ground, all running in different directions. 

“Hey, get out of here!” he yells out at them as he waves his hand. 

One of the suspects stays and continues to kick the victim on the ground. Greg comes to a stop and gives a long honk of his horn at the suspect, but the man just keeps kicking. Finally, he turns around and looks Greg right in the face. Greg is in shock when he sees the guy's eyes are stark white, before fear races through him as the guy quickly rushes over to his right and picks up a rock. At first he moves his hand back like he’s going to bash the victim's head open, but then he turns to Greg and starts to run towards him. 

He pulls his arm back as he runs at Greg, who watches in slow motion as he gets closer and closer, seeming like he’s going to throw the rock at Greg through the windshield. Greg makes a split second decision and puts his foot down on the gas ever so slightly, revving the engine just a bit to make the car jolt forward. The guy continues to run at Greg and the car meets the guy in the middle. The guy and the car collide, making him hit the hood before falling to the ground as Greg stops the car to take a moment to calm down. Then all of a sudden, the back window breaks with a resounding crash, making Greg turn to look behind himself, but he sees nothing behind him so he calms once again. 

The calm is short lived though, because his driver's side window is next to be broken. He doesn’t have time to turn and find the source seeing as arms reach in. He fights the arms for a good minute, but he loses the battle and gets pulled out of the driver's side window. He continues to fight the one attacker off, but all the others that he’d chased off come back. He continues to try and fight back, but the group is so big that they easily overpower him. 

They slam him up against a fence and then suddenly in a blur he’s on the floor. He tries to crawl away, but they’re relentless and just keep kicking and hitting him. Slowly everything starts to become distorted and the world spins. One of the suspects turns him over onto his back and all he can really tell is that they laugh before one of them spits on him. Even in his hazy mind frame, Greg still tries to think of anything he can do to make it easier to find them, so as one of them steps over him while going to walk away, Greg reaches up and scratches his ankle. The last thing Greg sees before blacking out is a car side swiping his as it drives away. 

Reader’s Pov:

After my talk with Grissom, I shake my head as I go on a hunt for Sara. Grissom decided that until I can get my insomnia in check, I’m not allowed in the field alone so he’s assigned me to her side or Nick’s side seeing as they’re head senior CSIs. Admittedly I’m not too thrilled with it, but I totally understand why and at least I’m still allowed in the field. It’s only a few minutes until I find her right where Grissom told me she’d be. I find her in the recreation lab standing at one of the tables, writing something down.

“Oh, hi. Long time no see,” she jokingly greets me for the second time today as she looks up from some paperwork on the table. 

“Hi. Did Griss inform you?” I ask her and she pauses as if to think. 

“No. I don’t think he did,” she answers my question with a shake of her head and I sigh. 

“I’m on suspended duty,” I inform her and she gives a small “ahh.” 

“You’re officially on babysitting y/n duty. Well, you and Nicky. I’m not allowed to go to any scenes without either of you,” I continue to explain and she smiles softly. 

“Don’t think of it as me babysitting you. Think of it as just two girls working together,” she remarks with a reassuring smile and I shrug. 

“Still don’t like not being able to work on my own. I’m a level three CSI. I should be okay,” I begrudgingly tell her as I cross my arms and she chuckles, shaking her head. 

“Griss is just looking out for you. You know that,” she points out and I sigh. 

“I know, I just—” I start to confide, but cut myself off. 

“You know what, forget it. What are you working on?” I ask her as I shake out of my daze and walk around the table. 

“Okay…” she skeptically agrees as she seems to watch me closely for a moment. 

“I’m trying to find out how many different shoe patterns we have,” she explains as she finally turns back to the table and lifts a shoe imprint up. 

“So far I’ve found about three shoes and matched them in the solemate database. Griss wants me to see if I can match any of the others,” she finishes explaining as she holds up a paper with the shoe print and all its information on it. 

“Want some help?” I ask with a timid smile and she smiles, nodding. 

“You know what? That would actually be so great. I have over ten more to match,” she grins as she picks up a pair from the side of the room and holds them out for me to see. 

“Get kickin,” she jokes as she hands me the pair and I laugh. 

“Aye aye, captain,” I jokingly salute her before sitting on one of the stools to switch out shoes as she laughs, shaking her head. 

“Phew, I could use some water,” Sara comments through labored breath after we finish the last three kicks. 

Together we worked on each taking different pairs of shoes and kicking the dummy. So far we’ve each done about three pairs of shoes and seem to be half way done. 

“I know. That was so much work,” I pant out as I walk over and grab a towel off the table. 

I long ago discarded my top and now stand in only my tank top along with a pair of sweats I’d gotten from my locker after the first set of shoes. I start to wipe at the nape of my neck as she walks over and picks up her water bottle.  

“Tell me about it. I haven’t worked out since—” I start, but she holds up a finger as she picks up her ringing phone from the table. 

“Hold that thought, it’s Sofia,” she informs me as she answers the phone. 

“Isn’t she with Greg?” I ask, but only receive a nod in response. 

My brows furrowed in confusion as she talks to Sofia for a few minutes before her face falls and she’s quickly nodding while promising we’ll be there soon. She quickly hangs up before slowly looking at me and something feels off about her look. 

“Go get your safety vest and gear,” she commands in a very serious tone and I give her a confused look. 

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” I ask her and she sighs, putting her phone in her pocket. 

“Okay. Ahh. Here, sit down for just a second,” she tells me as she pulls the small stool out from underneath the work bench. 

“Ah, okay. Sara, please just tell me what’s going on. You’re scaring me,” I beg her and she sighs, squeezing her eyes closed. 

“Listen. I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you. I’m just going to tell you straight, okay?” she asks with a questioning look on her face. 

“Okay. Just tell me…” I reply with a light nod and she sighs again. 

“Greg’s been hurt in the field,” she blurts out and immediately everything comes crashing down. 

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Okay. It’s okay,” she panics as I lightly fall back and she catches me. 

“Bad idea to sit you on a stool,” she sarcastically comments more to herself than me as she rolls her eyes. 

“I’m okay. I promise. Is he okay? Sara, tell me he’s okay,” I beg her while squeezing her hand and she sighs. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just told Sofia that you and I would be there as soon as we could get there,” she informs me and I immediately hop off the stool. 

“Let’s go then,” I declare as I rush past her, not giving her a moment to reply. 

I quickly race to the locker room with Sara right behind me and open my locker as fast as I can. I pull my vest out and slip it on over my tank top, not caring to change, pulling the velcro straps tight. Then I grab my gun and clip it into its holster before turning to Sara, who now has her vest and gun too. 

“Ready to go?” she asks me and I nod. 

“As ready as ever,” I mutter before we both quickly make our way to her car. 

After we get into the car, she turns it on and makes quick work of pulling out. She turns on her sirens, making the drive much quicker. Soon before I know it, she pulls up just at the edge of the alley way and I’m already unbuckling. She doesn’t even fully get out herself before I’m rushing forward, pushing through all the people that officers hold off. I see Sofia as she talks to some lady. 

She looks up at me for a moment and my heart drops when she gives me a frown, making me stop in my tracks just as Sara catches up. I stand frozen, my mind going a hundred miles as Sara lightly grabs onto my arm and squeezes for a moment, effortlessly breaking me out of my practically catatonic state. She starts to continue her walk, almost pushing me along and we meet up with Sofia. 

“Hey,” Sara greets her as we push past the scene tape with Sofia now following us. 

We finally make it around the ambulance and find three on the ground. I let out a quiet gasp when I see Greg laying on the ground, almost peacefully, and for a moment the world starts to spin. 

“Why isn’t there a medic on Greg?” Sara asks Sofia as she grabs onto my arm to stabilize me when she sees me sway a bit. 

“He’s been stabilized, Sara. Y/n, he’s going to be okay,” Sofia promises as we continue to walk over to him and she splits off from us. 

We both bend down next to him and Sara grabs onto his hand. I reach forward and rub at his head as tears make their way to my eyes. As I touch him, he breathes out and I choke back my tears. 

“Y/n… Sara,” he faintly speaks to us and I nod at him. 

“We’re here, Poohbear. We’re right here with you,” I tell him as I comb through his hair with my fingers. 

“I didn’t think you could see us,” Sara softly adds with sad humor lacing her voice and more tears well up in my eyes. 

“I can’t… but I know y/n’s touch… and that Sidle scent,” Greg replies and I let out a wet giggle as tears start to fall now. 

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” she replies to him with a light chuckle before looking at me and I continue to try and hold my tears at bay. 

“I scratched one of them…” Greg coughs out and Sara lifts the hand she holds when he moves it ever so slightly. 

“And you should check my vest. I think the same guy spit on me,” Greg continues to explain and I rub his head more in hopes of comforting him while frowning. 

“And one of their cars crashed into the Denali,” he informs us and Sara looks up for a moment as I choke back more tears. 

“I guarantee there's transfer on it,” he adds on through his slurred, tired words and I continue to rub at his head. 

“You should process the scene now. Me later,” Greg mutters out to us and I shake my head as I hold back a sad chuckle at the thought of him still being a CSI at heart, no matter what. 

“We came here for you, Greg,” Sara tells him as tears make way to her eyes now too. 

“Oh, Poohbear. You don’t have to be a CSI all the time,” I giggle out though my tears as I shake my head and Sara shakes her head, chuckling herself. 

“Leave it to Greg,” she comments and I smile softly. 

We sit with him for a few minutes and the whole time I have to remind myself I can’t move Greg until he’s processed. It’s hard when I just wanna cuddle and hold him in my arms. Nick soon shows up and Sara stands to go talk to him. I'm assuming she relays what Greg had told us before she walks back over to us, bending back down. 

“Okay, Nicky’s going to get the evidence around us started. I’m going to collect evidence from Greg, then the paramedics will take him to the hospital. I’m assuming you want to go with him?” she informs me before asking her question and I nod, sniffing. 

“Umm, yeah. I'm gonna go with him,” I reply as I continue to lightly scratch at his scalp and she nods, rubbing between my shoulder blades lightly for a moment. 

“Ok. I'm just going to get some stuff from Nicky’s kit. I’ll be right back,” she informs me and I nod at her, not having the will to speak as my throat gets tighter and tighter. 

“I’m okay, fruit loop. Promise,” Greg whispers out, giving a small wince of a smile after she leaves and let out another wet laugh. 

“I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, doofus,” I snarkily reply as I sniffle, reaching up to wipe at a lone tear that falls. 

“Yeah, but I hate when you cry,” he whispers out again and I choke back more tears. 

“G. Don’t think about me right now. Stop talking, save your energy,” I insist as I continue to rub his scalp and he gulps a bit before nodding. 

I sit with him for another few minutes before Sara walks back over. She has a few things in her hands as she bends down again. She opens one of the swabs, using it to get some of the spit off of him before pushing it back in the tube and closing the lid. 

“Okay. The rest of processing will have to be at the hospital. So I’ll, uh… meet you there I guess,” she informs me with a shrug and I only nod at her. 

“Okay. You guys are good to take him then,” she calls out over my shoulder and soon the paramedics are walking over. 

I stand up and Sara holds me in a hug as I keep my stare locked on him. They roll a stretcher over and they quickly but carefully move Greg onto it. He groans for a moment at the initial movement, but soon he’s calm again. They start to roll him to the ambulance and Sara lets go of me. 

“Fruit loop?” he calls out almost meekly as he moves his head, looking for me. 

“I’m right here, Poohbear. I’m coming with you,” I softly promise him and he reaches his hand out to me. 

I hesitate, not wanting to ruin any evidence that might be on him, but I feel a hand on my back, making me look at Sara. She smiles softly at me for the millionth time today as she rubs my shoulder ever so slightly. 

“You can hold his hand. It’s okay. It won’t ruin any of the evidence, I promise,” she tells me and I shake my head, letting out a quiet choke and she nods at me. 

“It’s okay. Really,” she continues to prompt me, lifting my arm to his. 

I hesitantly grab onto his hand and it seems he relaxes ever so slightly, making my hesitation quickly fade. I squeeze his hand, letting him know I’m there and look up to nod my thanks to Sara as she just smiles softly back. 

“I’ll meet you there, okay?” she asks in a very calming tone. I only nod as I watch over Greg’s face that’s full of black and blue bruises as everything seems to fade out of my mind. 

The ride as well as the arrival to the hospital is all hazy now as I sit in the main lobby. I wait anxiously for Sara and Brass as they finish processing and questioning Greg. I groan, bringing my hands up to rub my face as my leg shakes in anticipation. Finally after what seems like forever, Sara and Brass turn the corner and start down the hall. 

“Y/n. He’s ready for you to go on in,” Sara tells me as she comes up and sits down next to me. 

“He’s actually asking for you,” Brass adds on with a light smile. 

“I can take you to his room before going to help Warrick and Nicky if you’d like,” Sara offers as I blink up at her before nodding. 

She holds an arm out for me and I stand on shaky legs. Brass gives me a warm fatherly hug and rubs my head before saying a quick “bye,” as well as promising to catch the guys that did this. Sara and I start to walk, her leading me mindlessly through the halls. 

“His room is just around this corner,” she informs me and I freeze, making her stop to turn to me. 

“Y/n?” she asks and I stay frozen. 

“I don’t know if I can go in, Sara,” I tell her with a gulp as tears well up. 

“Y/n. He’s okay. You’re okay. Everyone is okay. He needs you. He needs your comfort,” she sympathizes with me and I sniffle before standing straight. 

“Ok. You're right, take me to him. I’m ready now,” I tell her with a determined nod and she smiles softly before turning to start walking to his room again. 

To Be Continued…

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No Big Deal ★ Greg Sanders x reader

Warnings: none! this is fluff! gn!reader, new lab tech!reader, Greg being helpful and kind, they're so silly!!

Description: r is a new lab tech and breaks something by accident. r gets panicked about it but Greg helps clean up and reassures that it's okay.

Word Count: 607

Request: "Maybe you can write a fic where the reader is the new DNA tech, perhaps they mess up while running a sample and start to panic, but Greg reassures them and then helps them redo the test"

A/n: First Greg fic!! yippiee!!! hes such a silly guy and i love him and i want him so bad.. so here we are... fic about him! thank you so much to the person who requested this!! very cute idea :3

You're the newest addition to the team. Working in the crime scene investigation field has always been your dream, and you're finally there. You've been working with the Las Vegas Police Department for about a month now, and you're very happy with your placement, even if it's a little nerve wracking to be around so many experienced CSIs and lab techs.

***

"Y/N, are you able to compare these two hair samples?" Catherine stands in the entrance to the lab with two evidence baggies in hand.

"Um- yeah, yeah I can do that. Of course." You give her a smile and a nod as she hands you the samples. "I'll get the results to you as soon as possible."

"Thanks. See you soon." 

***

Greg is on the other side of the lab, running samples from different swabs. You take a moment to observe him, he's blasting music while mixing solutions. You think it's cute, but also a little annoying. Maybe you should invest in some earplugs. He sways and bobs his head to the upbeat tune, his messily bleached hair somehow looks good in the lab lighting. You try not to giggle when he starts mouthing the words of the song while dripping a sample onto a microscope slide.

You snap your focus away from him the second he looks up at you. You have work to do, no time for staring.

Once you start the DNA testing process, you're on a roll. You don't forget a single step, working quickly and precisely. All you have left to do is put the samples into the machine that collects their information. Easy. You walk the glass tubes across the lab incredibly careful- 

The sound of shattering glass interrupts your thoughts. One of the test tubes slipped out of your hands.

You quickly place the other tube into a secure holding spot in the machine before panic sets in.

"Shit, shit, shit." You drop to the floor to gather the shattered glass in your gloved hands. In the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Greg heading right towards you.

"I’m really sorry, it just slipped out of my hand, I didn't mean to-"

"Woah, woah, it's okay." He crouches to help you pick up the broken glass. "Really, it's not even close to the worst mistake that's happened in this lab." 

"It's my first month here, I don't want people to get the impression that I'm clumsy or something. That's not a very good quality for lab work."

"It being your first month here just means you'll get better over time. I promise, I know that from experience."

The two of you stand up and place the broken glass in the garbage. You grab a paper towel off of the table to clean up the spill.

Greg puts out his hand, offering to take it. 

"Here, let me. You can get a second sample ready."

"Okay." You give him a thankful smile as you go to prepare another sample.

When you return, you walk even more carefully than before, using both hands to hold the test tube. This time, it successfully reaches its destination. You begin the comparison process in the machine with the press of a button and let out a relieved sigh.

"See? Everything's fine. No big deal." Greg gives you a reassuring smile. "If that happens again, just let me know, and I'm here to help. And I won't tell anyone about it. Your secret's safe with me." He winks at you before returning to his work on the other side of the lab. You feel your face heat up as he leaves.

Thank you for reading! <3

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[edgessunflower]

Can you please write a Gil Grissom x reader oneshot? Where the team meets the reader by her showing up at the crime lab with their 2 year old twins, son and daughter, cause they want their dad while repeating dada over and over? Thank you and it's okay if you can't.

Lab visit

Pairing: Gil Grissom x Fem reader

Description: Everyone is surprised when you come to the lab with your children to visit Grissom

You parked your car and walked in the building with each hand being held by one of your children after they asked to visit their dad even though he was at the crime lab but you couldn't resist their polite request. "Can't wait to see Daddy" you smile softly at your daughter Layla as you talk to the secretary who gave the three of you visitor badges as your son Liam tried to tie his shoe without success, you made your way down the hall with the twins looking around for their dad occasionally saying dad to get his attention if he was near by until you spot him talking to a man and woman who noticed you and the kids as they talked to Gil before liam noticed him and ran while you tried to stop him as gil turned around not expecting to see you and the kids, he smiles with the twins in his arms as you watch the moment until the blonde woman from before walks up to you who you learn is Catherine after she asks if you and gil were siblings making you burst into laughter. "I'm his wife, we've been married for seven years and those are our kids" she looks surprised while the man in the doorway watches the moment with a sly grin remembering that you saw a picture of him before and gil had talked about him, Warrick had helped layla after she fell when liam chased her but he stopped them before they bumped into Nick as you and gil talked laughing when you see greg teaching the twins about chemical reactions within safe measure and not to any case samples leading to the next hour of the kids learning what their dad and his team did minus people getting killed or harmed before you and the kids left and went home for lunch leaving everyone with smiles and a bit of joy in their gloomy jobs.

[faithiegirl01]

😭😭

Guys I’m not saying anything about it…

But the fic we have for Greg Sanders from CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is Annnnnnngsty with a capital A😂 I added so much angst to it. I’m sorry in advance to all of you who read it, but like don’t worry it ends on a happier note not bad, because I for some reason can’t bring myself to ever end something in a sad ending.

If y’all know me my story’s always end on a happy note and that’s just because I love the characters so freaking much that I just can’t bring myself to not add a happy ending.

With that being said I can’t wait for you guys to read so many of our upcoming works. Ie: Our Nick stokes Fic has more coming, our Dick Grayson Fic has more coming, our Captain America has more coming, and so forth… 👀

I’ve been putting my all into them and I hope that you guys just absolutely love them. All I’m saying is be ready for some heavy angst 😂 and some fluff added in. I’m not a complete monster, I may love my angst, but I also really love when a good angsty fic has some good fluff too so just be ready.

[razzlerdazzler]

Hey! Mind if I have a Warrick Brown x reader where she gets pushed out of the window and injured by Nigel Crane instead of nick in season 2?

Falling

@micheleamidalajedi Sorry it took so long, I hope you like it :)

Pairing: Warrick X Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, hospital

“Hey babe, did you read what they wrote about Nick?” You ask with a smile on your face and the department’s newsletter in your hand as you walk towards your boyfriend in the break room. He looks up at you with a smile as you put the newsletter on the table so he can read it as you sit in the chair next to him as he eats his lunch. He smiles and nods as he looks down at the newsletter. “Greg showed me it earlier, seems like our Nick has become quite the celebrity.” he chuckles as he takes a bite out of his sandwich.

 You chuckle and nod,”it’s kind of weird seeing him be called a crime stopper considering that’s what we do for a living, but I'm happy that he’s getting the recognition that he deserves.” Warrick smiles and nods and finishes his sandwich. “Let’s just hope that it doesn’t go to his head,” he jokes. “Yeah, we don’t want to inflate his ego more than it already is.” He gets up from his chair and throws his trash away.

As he starts walking back towards the table, he asks, “I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight, there’s a restaurant that just opened up a few blocks from here that I've been dying to take you to.” You smirk as you watch him get closer towards the table, but instead of sitting back down in his chair he puts his hand on the table and leans down towards you until both of your faces are only inches apart. You smirk and look over towards the doorway and make sure that nobody’s coming into the break room, and then look back towards him.

You quickly look down at his soft lips before making eye contact with him again and you smile as you lean in and give him a quick, gentle peck on his cheek instead of his lips. “Sounds like a date,” you say with a teasing smirk as you pull away. He groans and hides his face in your shoulder with a chuckle. “You little tease, I'm gonna get you back for that later.” You smirk as he pulls his face away from your shoulder and stands back up, “I'm sure you will.” You say before you see Gil enter the break room.

“Hey, I need you two to head down to a possible suspects house for the Jane Galloway case and bring him in so we can ask him a couple of questions.” You nod, “she’s the stalker case correct?” Gil nods, “we figured out that her killer had to have had access to her house voluntarily so we’re suspecting that somebody from a utility company did it. We looked through her bills and found that the last utility person who came to her house was a man named Nigel Crane who works at Luna Cable.” He gives you both the man’s address and walks back towards his office. Warrick looks over at you, “let’s head out.”

You nod and follow him towards the van and get strapped into the passenger seat while he takes the driver's seat. Soon you’re both off towards Nigel’s house. During the drive you both remain in a comfortable silence as you think about the case. That is until you come to a weird realization and you look over at Warrick who’s focused on driving. “Hey isn’t Luna Cable the same company that did work on Nick’s tv?” Warrick glances over at you before turning his eyes back to the road. “Yeah it is now that I think about it,” he glances over at you again. “Do you think it’s a coincidence?”

You stare out at the road worriedly, “I hope so.” You suddenly feel warmth on your thigh and you look down to see Warrick's hand gently squeezing your thigh in a comforting manner. You look over towards him and see him staring at the road as he continues to drive. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm sure everything will be fine, it’s probably just a coincidence.” You smile at his comforting words and you can feel your worry wash away. You relax into your seat and gently put your hand over his and gently squeeze it with a small smile. “Thank you.” He smiles and glances over at you, “don’t mention it sweetheart.”

Soon, after another couple of minutes of comforting silence you reach Nigel Crane’s house. Warrick parks the van on the side of the road and you both get out and look at the house. “Well this is the place,” you say as you both start to walk down the driveway towards the house. As you get closer to the front door Warrick puts an arm in front of you, signaling for you to stop. You look over at him confused, “what’s wrong?” He points towards the front door, causing you to notice that it’s slightly ajar. You both look over at each other worriedly and prepare for the worst.

You walk towards the ajar door and knock on it, “Nigel Crane?” You call out with no response. You both glance at each other before Warrick opens the door further and you both take a step inside the house and you immediately notice that most of the lights are out and it’s completely quiet. “Nigel Crane are you here? We’re with the police, we’ve got some questions, we need to ask you about Jane Galloway!” Warrick calls out in the quiet house but he doesn’t get a response.

You look over at him confused, “maybe he’s not home?” Warrick glances around the room, “maybe, let's check all of the rooms just in case.” You nod as you both search around the first floor of the house and meet at the stairs leading to the second floor. “Maybe he’s upstairs taking a nap?” You suggest sarcastically. Warrick looks over at you with a smile. “Even after we’ve been calling out for him?” You smirk and shrug, “maybe he’s a heavy sleeper?” Warrick chuckles and shakes his head before you both head upstairs. You both continue to check the rooms but they’re all empty.

“Maybe he’ll be back later?” You suggest and Warrick nods. “I’ll call Gil and let him know that we can’t find him.” You nod as Warrick takes his phone out and tries to call Gil, but with no success. “Huh, guess the reception is bad in here,” he says. He nods over towards the balcony that one of the rooms seems to have. “I’ll try calling him out there and see if it's any better.” You nod as he walks out to the balcony and you look around the empty hallway, and notice that you both missed a room. You walk towards the door and quietly open it and look inside, only to see a large bed and a couple of dressers. “Huh, this must be the main bedroom,” you say to yourself as you take a couple of steps inside.

As you walk into the room you feel your body freeze and your eyes widen in surprise when you immediately notice what looks to be blood stains on the carpet. As you walk further into the room cautiously, and follow the blood stains you notice that the stains lead to a trash can that’s right beside the window. You walk towards the trash can and squat down and look inside of it, only to see a latex glove covered in blood. You suddenly hear a sound right behind you, but before you can turn your head to look at the figure or call out for Warrick you feel yourself being grabbed and thrown out the window.

It feels like the world slows down as you fall, like everything is moving in slow motion. You feel weightless as you fall, but you don’t even have enough time to scream before you feel the impact of the cold, hard ground. The next thing you know all you can feel is unbearable pain as your body crashes into the ground. You feel your chest burn with the feeling of the wind getting knocked out of you, and you see dots in your vision from the impact. Tears start to form in your eyes from the pain, causing your vision to get blurry.

“Y/N!” You hear Warrick scream your name, but his voice sounds distant, like he miles away. Through all of the pain you’re somehow able to find yourself turning your head, and through your blurry vision you can see Nigel Crane get in his car and drive off as Warrick sprints towards you at full speed until he finally gets to you. He drops to his knees as he reaches you, quickly assessing the state that you’re in. “Shit,” he whispers to himself as he sees the state you’re in, causing you to finally try to move your head down so you can try and see just how badly you’re hurt.

Warrick notices and quickly moves one of his hands to your chin, so that you’re looking at him instead. When you make eye contact with him you can see that his eyes are full of worry and fear for your well-being. “Keep your eyes focused on me sweetheart,” He whispers, trying to keep you from looking at your injured body. You feel the tears in your eyes finally cascade down your cheeks as you whimper in pain, “everything hurts Warrick.” He gently wipes some of the tears off of your face, his voice shaky as he replies, “I know sweetheart, I know it hurts.”

He shakily grabs his police radio and talks into it. “Dispatch, requesting evac, officer down, we need emergency medical services.” He tells them your location and within seconds the dispatcher on the radio says, “backup and emergency medical services are on their way.” He places the police radio down, and turns all of his attention back towards you. “You hear that sweetheart? They’re on their way, everything’s gonna be okay.” His voice cracks through the middle of his sentence as tears of his own come to his eyes, causing your heart to shatter into a million pieces at the sight of him so worried and upset. He gently cups your face in his hands.  “Y-you’re gonna be okay,” he reassures you, but it sounds like he’s trying to reassure himself as well that you’ll be fine.

Your hand shakily moves to cup his cheek, “I-I guess we won’t be able to go on that date tonight huh?” Warrick chuckles ruefully and moves his hand to cover yours on his cheek. “D-don’t worry, we’ll go on that date later, when you get better.” You giggle sadly as well even though your chest burns every time you talk or take a deep breath. “I-I don’t think i’m gonna be able to make it to that date either way,” His breath catches at your words and shakes his head as tears run down his face faster and faster. “Don’t say that sweetheart, you’ll be fine,” 

As soon as he finishes his sentence, you can faintly hear sirens in the distance, the sound of them getting closer and closer almost like a sign of hope in your time of need. Warrick smiles gently as the sounds of the sirens get closer. “See?” He says shakily. “They’re almost here sweetheart, you’re gonna be okay.” He gently runs his fingers through your hair, a gesture which has comforted you both multiple times in the past whenever either of you were upset or stressed. The sirens sound like they’re almost to you now. You smile up weakly at him and gently wipe some of the tears running down his face while he keeps his hand on top of yours as you feel yourself start to get sleepy. “I love you,” you whisper, knowing that this might be the last time you can say it to him.

His eyes widen at your words and he realizes what you’re trying to say. “I-I love you too sweetheart, y-you’re going to be okay.” At this point tears are streaming down his face as he continues to shakily run his fingers through your hair. He leans down and gently kisses your forehead as your eyes start to close. The last things you hear are the sirens getting extremely loud and Warrick sobbing. “Come on Y/N you can’t die on me, I-I need you. I can’t and don’t want to think about a life without you in it, I-I’ve still got so much I want to say to you and show you. Please, I love you.” And then everything fades away.

As you slowly rouse from your dreamless slumber, the first thing you notice is the sound of steady beeping and the buzzing sound of fluorescent lights. As your body and mind slowly continue to wake up, the next thing you notice is the smell of antiseptic. The next thing you notice is the feeling of a mattress under you, and what feels like a thin blanket covering you up to your midsection. And finally, before you open your eyes you notice the feeling of something large and warm on top of your hand. It feels familiar, like you’ve felt it somewhere before.

You slowly open your eyes and take in your surroundings and realize that you’re in a room at the hospital. How long have you been here? How long have you been out? How badly hurt are you? Is Warrick okay? You feel your rushing thoughts come to a screeching halt at the thought of him and you feel your blood run cold. Is he okay? Is he safe? Oh god what if something happened to him after you passed out. The beeping on the heart monitor starts to spike as you continue thinking about Warrick and if he’s okay.

Your racing thoughts come to a pause when you feel something squeeze your hand and hear his soft voice. “Y/N?” You slowly look over to the left side of your bed and you finally see him. Warrick’s sitting in a chair right by your bed, His hand on top of yours. His eyes are wide and filled with surprise, happiness, and what looks to be tiredness? There are bags under his eyes. “W-Warrick?” you hoarsely call out to him.

Tears come to his eyes as you say his name and he gently squeezes your hand. “Y-You’re awake!” He smiles happily as tears run down his face, “how do you feel right now? Are you in any pain?” He asks, and you try to respond but your throat feels scratchy and dry as you try to talk, like you’ve been out in the desert for days without even a sip of water. He quickly notices and grabs a glass of water off of a little desk by your bed and gently raises the glass to your lips as you take multiple refreshing sips from the cup. When you’re done drinking he places the glass back down on the desk and turns back towards you.

Warrick smiles down gently at you, “i’m so happy that you’re awake, everybody was worried about you, The doctors weren’t sure when you were going to wake up, had us all real scared for a minute there. I-” He pauses, “o-on the ambulance ride here I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.” You feel his hand shake a little as he recalls the event. You gently squeeze his hand comfortingly and look him in the eyes. “I’m okay,” you try to reassure him, “a-at least I think i’m okay, I-I’m not really feeling any pain at all right now.” He smiles and nods and explains, “yeah the doctors said they gave you a couple of painkillers so you wouldn’t feel any pain when you woke up.”

You nod at his explanation, “so um-” you start, “what did the doctors say? What are my injuries?” He frowns at your question, “they said that you’ve got a concussion, two cracked ribs, and a sprained wrist. They also said that you were lucky that that was all you got from the fall. They said it could have been much worse.” His face darkens as he finishes his sentence, thinking about all the possibilities and how much worse it could have all been. You notice this and you gently squeeze his hand pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Are you okay?” You ask, worried that something might have happened to him after you passed out.

He smiles sadly at your worry and nods, “physically yeah, mentally not so much.” You brows furrow in worry and you gently squeeze his hand, letting him decide if he wants to talk about it right now or not. He smiles gently at the action and takes a deep breath. “When you passed out in my arms I-I thought you died. I thought that I had lost you, the most precious person in the world to me, a-and I couldn’t do anything about it.” He takes a staggering breath as his eyes get misty as visions of your injured body run through his mind. “I-I felt helpless, like I was losing you and there was nothing I could do to stop it. That no matter what I did you were going to be ripped away from me and I-I felt like a failure, that I failed to protect the person most dearest to me and it killed me inside. I felt like I had lost a part of myself when I thought you died.”

Tears started rolling down his face again and you felt tears of your own come to your eyes as your heart broke at the sight of him like this. You gently move your hand up to his face and gently wipe his tears away. Letting him know that you don’t plan on leaving his side anytime soon. He smiles gently at the action and he gently kisses the palm of your hand as thanks. “We um, we got him Y/N, Nigel Crane is in custody, He’s never going to be able to hurt anyone ever again.” You smile at the good news, “that’s great.” He smiles and leans down and gently kisses you. The kiss is soft and gentle, like he worries that if he makes any wrong moves you’ll shatter in his hands like glass. However, there is a sense of gentle passion as you both convey how worried you were for the other and how happy you both are that the other is okay. During the kiss he gently cups your face in his large hands. After a couple of seconds, he pulls away from you and smiles lovingly as you both lay your head against the others, neither of you ready to separate from the other yet.

 He smiles gently, “I love you, but don’t you ever scare me like that again you hear me?” You giggle and smile gently at his words, “I promise, I love you too.” He smiles at your promise and gently kisses your forehead and presses his face against the top of your head, “good.” His arms gently wrap around you, being wary of how fragile you are right now. You smile and feel yourself relax and melt into his loving embrace. “So about that date.”

[htchnr]

ミ★ night like this ᰔ LOUIS VARTANN.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, there's a new face in the crime lab, and Vartann can't keep his eyes off you. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, heavy make out ⋆ flirting ⋆ fade-to-black smut ⋆ maybe slightly ooc ⋆ not beta'd ⋆ mention of blood in the crime lab ⋆ two oc's that i made up for 3 sec plot reasons ⋆ lmk if i've missed anything. ꜜwc,, 3,9k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

Frustrated would be putting it lightly— Charlie was late, once again. And Vartann was stuck running evidence from a case by Alex for him again. Charlie really needed to get over her.

He didn’t really bother looking up from the message he’s sending Charlie to notice that someone else is sitting in the chair. “Hey Alex, could you run a tox-screen on this blood sample for me-?” he looks up from his phone to find someone he doesn’t recognise, vigorously scrubbing blood off the examining table.

“Alex’s not here, i’m afraid i’ll have to do.” you grin, looking up from the bloody table. You step away from the table, mindlessly offering him your hand to shake— only realizing the blood on your gloves. “I almost forgot about that.” you chuckle, taking the gloves off and chucking them in the trash.

You offer him your hand again and he takes it. Your hands are incredibly soft, and it’s all he’s able to think about for a second before pulling away. “I’m the new 'lab rat' here, i’m assuming you’re Louis Vartann?” you grin, cleaning some things off of the desk before sitting down the chair.

You hold your hand out, fingers motioning him to give you the blood sample. “Lou or Vartann, will do just fine. Where’d Alex go?” he asked. You shrug, stretching to pull the sample out of his hands yourself and checking it into the system.

“She was done with Charlie’s, uh, way of being, i think.” you pause, looking at the numbers on the little plastic container— filling them in on the computer. “She got transferred to Chicago like she had asked the Captain.” you continue, clicking some things as you get the machine ready to do a tox-screen.

He rests his hands on his hips, watching you go to work. He’s seen Alex do this many times— hell, he thinks he could do it himself at this point. You glance behind you, eyes flitting across his dark grey-striped button down covered chest. “Is there a reason Charlie dresses so casually and you’re always wearing suits?” you chuckle, turning back to the computer for a moment.

You turn back, eyes meeting a slightly flustered Vartann. you send him a cheeky wink. “Don’t worry, you look just fine in your pretty suit.” you tease, a smile in your voice as you focus your eyes back on the computer, eyes running across all the stats.

Lou shifts, fingers digging into his hips as he absorbs your teasing. He’d only met you not even five minutes ago and already finds himself intrigued by you and your flirty manor. You were almost like a female version of Charlie— though atleast you know when to tease and when to just answer something.

Your balance between flirty jabs and talking to him like a colleague is already addictive. A loud beep! interrupts his train of thoughts, eyes returning to your form as you pour the blood sample into the machine. You stand from your chair, dusting off your hands.

“Well, as you know this will take a bit to get the results back. Do you want some coffee? I’ll swing some by your desk when i have the results.” you grin, turning to the examination table as you put on some gloves. You retrieve the sponge from the soapy water in a bucket, returning to scrubbing the table down.

He nods, “sure, coffee sounds nice.” he answers as he steps towards the door, taking this as his queue to leave. He swings the glass door open, nodding his ‘bye’ as when you look up.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Charlie finally comes waltzing in, dropping down into the chair opposite Vartann. “Traffic was-”

“Save it Charlie.” Vartann cuts him off, focusing on a report he’s finishing up.

Charlie sighs, adjusting his shirt. “Hey, did you run that blood sample by Alex?” he asks, looking glancing down at the report..

Lou doesn’t look up from the report as he replies with a monotone ‘yep’.

It only takes him a few minutes to finish up, signing the report before closing the casefile around it and setting it aside. “Though i did come across something interesting over at the crime lab,” Vartann trails off, eyes spotting you as you talk to Brass— your hands holding two cups of coffee and what he assumes to be results of the tox-screen.

Charlie looks up, “what kind of interesting?” instantly curious. Lou’s eyes have already returned to his computer, logging in. Charlie has yet to notice you making your way over there.

Vartann keeps his eyes trained on the monitor as he checks on the progress of a case. “Alex finally up and left. Guess she had enough of your antics. There’s a new girl in the crime lab now.” he snorts, typing an add on for a case before it gets cleared.

Charlie looks up from his case file, chair rolling closer to the desk as he leans in on his elbows. “A new girl?” he asks, immediately interested.

Vartann looks past his monitor, an unamused look on his face. “Yeah, a new girl who you will, not, date.” he emphasizes ‘not’, hoping to get the point across to Charlie. Though, he doesn’t think you’d be interested in Charlie anyway— your eyes seem locked on Lou whenever you aren’t looking at your computer.

Lou notices you coming over from the corner of his eyes— Charlie’ blind spot. “Hello Charlie.” you greet with a short, not much emotion or excitement in your voice. “Louis.” you grin, leaning down to hand him one of the cups of coffee you were holding. You pull the results from under your arm, handing Vartann those as well.

Charlie can’t believe his eyes— it’s the first time he saw anyone be so friendly with Vartann in a while. “well, nothing special in the blood besides a high alcohol level. Whoever was drinking, was drinking to forget.” you chuckle, sipping on your own coffee. “well, i’ll leave you two to solve as to why. Later boys.” you nod, sending Lou a small wink as you step back before turning to fully leave.

“I can’t believe it.” Charlie breathes in shock.

Lou just looks at him, brows furrowed a little in confusion. “What?” he sighs.

“She’s so into you. she didn’t even look at me!” Charlie sighs exasperatedly, hand waving to where you had disappeared.

Vartann scoffs, eyes and attention returning to his monitor. “Plenty of people here like me, Charlie.”

“Not even people on ecstasy actually like you.” Charlie counters.

Vartann scowls. “That’s rude.”

Charlie leans in further on the desk, eyes darting across Vartann’ form. Lou looks at him, clearly annoyed. “What are you doing?” he sighs, head tilting to the side in annoyance.

Charlie doesn’t miss a beat, “I’m trying to figure out what��s suddenly likable about you.”

Lou sighs, eyes returning to his monitor as he starts to type the tox-screen results into the file. “No, but she totally has a thing for you! She even brought you coffee.” Charlie waves to the mug beside Lou’s hand. “She even uses your full name. No one around here does that, not even the Brass."

Vartann groans, dropping his head into his hands. “Fine, i’ll indulge you. Say she does have a thing for me, so?”

Charlie shakes his head. “Just you wait man, something’ll happen soon.” he speaks, voice certain of something. Vartann doesn’t want to know what he’s up to in that sawdust-filled head.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Vartann doesn’t know it, but Charlie as of late has found any excuse to go off on his own when they have to analyze samples or get results from an examination— leaving Vartann alone with you every, single, time.

Even you begin to find it suspicious. Either Charlie has something against you, or he’s up to something. Either way, you don’t mind it much— you get along with Lou much more than you do with Charlie. Maybe your small crush on Lou helps with that, but that’s only a small factor.

It’s yet another day that Charlie skips out on the crime lab, leaving you and Lou together while he gets a blood sample checked for traces of heroin. as of late he stays during the waiting process, chatting with you about anything and everything— your hobbies, whatever case he’s working on, whatever show you watched the night before.

Rather quickly he finds that he craves these conversations— always looking forward to seeing you again.

you groan as you stretch your arms, ten minutes until you were off for the night. you glance at your phone, Vartann watching your face fall as you read something. “what's up?” he asks, curious and concerned.

you bite your lip, staring at your phone a moment longer before looking at Vartann, then glancing back at your phone— before finally putting it down. “maybe a uh, weird question to ask, but,” you pause, debating if you should really ask him.

Vartann is thinking of all kinds of weird questions— hell, maybe you'd even ask him out or ask if he's already got someone, or if he fancies you.

“i uh, have a ball i have to attend, for my aunt.” you finally get out.

oh, Lou thinks. that isn’t at all what’s running through his mind, he's almost a little disappointed in a way.

“and she's being a jerk about how i’m always alone at these types of things,” you ramble, eyes on the floor. “i guess what i’m trying to ask, is would you want to come along with me?” your eyes look up to find his already on you.

“when?” Lou replies without missing a beat. you tilt your head a little, you were almost certain Lou would say no.

“this friday, so in two days.” you pick at your fingers, eyes nervously eyeing Vartann.

he nods to himself, pulling out his phone to check something. “is there a particular dress code?”

you really can't believe your ears, is he saying yes?

“uh, men in tuxedos and women in floor length dresses.”

he nods again, putting his phone away. “sure, i don't see why not.” he finally answers.

“really?” you ask, excitement evident in your voice. he nods, a small smile on his lips. “thank you!” you grin, your smile reaching past your eyes. Vartann’ heart skips a beat at the sight.

you clear your throat, handing him your phone. “put in your number, then i can text you the address and time.” you smile.

Vartann takes the phone, typing in his number. he hands you back your phone and when you read the name, ‘Louis’— you try your best not to smile wider.

“well, the sample should be done running by the time we're back tomorrow morning. and i don't know about you, but i’m ready to head out.” you sigh, stretching in your chair.

Lou nods. “couldn't agree more, i’ll pick the results up in the morning then.” he smiles, getting up from his chair as well.

he stands by the door while he watches you grab your bag and coat, turning the lights off. “well, let's get the hell outta here.” you groan, shutting and locking the door.

Lou chuckles, “couldn't have said it better.”

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

you grumble as you kick at your tire— you car wasn't starting. and you most definitely don’t know enough about cars to try and figure out what was going on with it.

so you do the only thing that comes to mind— you call Lou.

“this is Vartann,” his voice sounds through the phone.

“hey, Louis, it's uh Y/N.” you speak with some uncertainty in your voice, why were you calling him specifically again?

“hey, what's up?” he asks, a twinge of concern in his voice.

“do you live near the PD by any chance?” you wonder, voice going up in pitch with question.

“i don't live too far. what's goin’ on, d’you need a ride or somethin’?”

you let out an awkward chuckle. “bingo detective. i'd drive home myself if i could, but my car isn't starting up.”

it's quiet for a moment, until you hear some rustling around and the faint jingle of leys. “give me roughly seven or eight minutes and i’ll be right there.” you hear a door closing, and a ding of what seems like an elevator.

you smile to yourself. “thank you Louis, it means the world.”

he chuckles, “no problem, i'll be right there, yeah?”

you nod, “okay, i’ll see you soon.”

by the time Vartann arrives you had shut the hood of your car and locked it, giving up on trying to vaguely guess what was up with it. there are garages and mechanics for exactly this reason.

he pulls up beside your car, window rolled down. “your ride is here, ma’am.” he chuckles.

you grab your bag from the hood of your car and jog to the passenger side, catching the door he opens for you. you step in and sit down.

“thank you so much for this, i knew i needed to take my car to the shop but i had hoped i could stretch it for a little bit longer.” you awkwardly chuckle as you buckle the seatbelt.

Vartann waves his hand in dismissal. “don't worry about it, it's no trouble at all.” for you, he wants to say. “where to?”

“uh, d’you know the neighbourhood across from where the Jackson case took place?” you ask, eyes flitting across his hands as they hold the clutch and the wheel.

Lou chuckles, “yeah, yeah i ran that case, know the area like the back of my hand. that's the destination?”

“yup, if that's no problem. it’s the big apartment building on the corner of the street. i don't mind getting out wherever you need to be and walk the rest?”

he waves in your direction, “don't be ridiculous, i said i’ll give you a ride.”

the car ride is fairly quiet, besides the sound of you humming along with the quiet radio. suddenly the usual seven, eight minute drive felt like a mere two minutes. “here we are,” he announces, parking his car.

he gets out, opening the passenger door with a grin before you even have the chance to fully unbuckle your seatbelt. “i’ll walk you to the door?”

you nod, a smile stuck on your lips as you two step up the steps to the entrance. he walks with you all the way up to the elevator, standing beside you as you swipe your card and wait for the elevator to come.

“would you uh, like to come up with me? for something to drink?” you try. the way the night has gone, leaves you with too much confidence.

he looks in thought, biting his lower lip. “you know what, yeah. i'd love to.” he smiles. your heart could explode at the sight. you don't think you could ever get over his pretty smile and smile lines.

a ding! signals the elevator has arrived, doors sliding open. he gestures for you to go first, and you giggle at that, stepping in— Lou following short.

he watches you as you lean past him, pressing the fourteenth button. “fourteen? the view must be great from up there.” he comments with a chuckle.

you nod, “it is, i love nothing more than to watch the sun rise or set from my balcony.” you grin.

after a minute or two the elevator dings again, doors opening at level fourteen. you both step out, Lou following behind as you walk to your door.

you come to a stop in front of a door, pulling your keys out. “well, this is home sweet home. i uh, wasn't expecting anyone over, so please ignore the mess.” you spoke bashfully as you open the door, pulling the keys out.

Vartann shakes his head, that pretty smile still on his lips. “don't worry,” he chuckles, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

you take off your coat and hang it up, kicking your shoes off beside the shoe rack. Vartann follows you, setting his shoes beside yours and hanging his jacket up.

you step into your kitchen, opening a cabinet and reaching to grab two glasses. “what do you usually drink?”

Vartann raises his brows in consideration, “i uh, don’t drink anymore,” he trails and you follow the sentence. “coffee if that’s alright?”

you nod, “that’s absolutely alright.” you move around the kitchen as you make the coffee. you smell the ground coffee, letting out a pleased hum. Lou leans his back against the counter, arms crossed as he watches you move around.

when the coffee is done you pick up the pot, grabbing both mugs and pouring the hot liquid. you set the pot down and move over to the cabinet where you keep sugar and cream. “anything in it?” you smile up at him.

he smiles back, nodding. “just creamer.”

you nod in response, adding the powder to the mug before fixing up your own. you turn back to him, handing Lou his mug. “here you go.” you grin.

Lou returns your grin as he accepts the mug, “thanks.” he hums.

you nod, leaning against the counter as you gently blow into the mug. “let’s sit?” he hums in agreement, motioning you to lead the way.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

your are cheeks hot to the touch and a permanent smile is stretched across your lips as you giggle on the couch, Vartann a mere two feet away from you.

“i don't get how you put up with Charlie, i truly don't.” you laugh. Vartann lets out a breathy laugh as he finishes his story.

“i honestly don't know either.” he sighs.

“but you two do work well together, like the Brass said the other day— you're the Yin to Charlie’s Yang. you're both completely different, yet you two work so well together.” you grin.

Lou grins as he listens to you speak, sipping at his second round of coffee.

you lean your mug against your cheek, leaning towards Lou a little. “i’m curious,” you start, eyes searching in his.

“yeah?” he replies, leaning in a little as well. there was maybe just a little over a foot between you two.

you bite your lip. “anyone at home waiting for you?” you ask, head tilting against your warm mug.

Lou lets out a snort, downing the last of his coffee. “home is as empty as my mug is.” he chuckles, setting the glass down on the coffee table.

you try so hard to suppress your facial reaction to his answer. you down the last of your coffee as well, a little dripping down your chin— that you catch with your thumb. Lou watching the movement.

you set your mug down beside his, leaning in a little closer. “so there's no one that would object to this?” your voice reaches just above a whisper as you both lean in little by little, until you can both feel each other's hot breath.

Vartann smirks, his arm resting beside him for support. “isn't there someone waiting for you somewhere?” his voice matches yours, breathy and quiet, his eyes watching your lips.

you smile and shake your head gently, “it's been quiet for a long while.” you whisper.

his eyes return to yours, “so there's no one to object to this?” he counters, one of his hands reaching up to swipe away a wet spot on your lips with his thumb, sucking what turned out to be coffee from his thumb.

“you sure there's no one waiting?” he teases, watching you lose your patience.

you furrow your brows, lips parting in desperation. “just kiss me already, Louis.” you whine quietly.

he grins at the reaction, the same hand returning to hold your jaw. “who am i to say no you?” he breathes, before leaning in and pulling your lips against his.

you hum against his lips, eyes shut firmly as you kiss back. you nearly melt in his hand when you feel his tongue swipe across your lower lip, begging to be let in.

and who are you to say no?

you eagerly part your lips more, tasting the remains of the coffee on his tongue as it dances with yours.

his other arm that was resting on the back of the couch now snakes around your waist, pulling you into his lap. a surprised moan slips past your lips at the feeling, your pencil skirt sliding up your thighs as they settle on either side of his hips.

both his hands rest on your hips, sliding up and down your lower to upper back. good lord, this feels good.

he pulls away a little, resting his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath. “that was,” he panted.

you swallow, letting out a breathy laugh. “yeah,”

you lean in, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then another one to his throat. his hold on your hips tightens a little. “sure we want to do this?” he pants, lips parted as you press kisses across his throat.

you lean away from his throat, your thumb gently swiping across his cheek. “i've been wanting this since the day i met you.” you pant.

he groans at your answer, hips involuntarily bucking up into yours. you moan at the contact, lips brushing against his. “oh yeah?” he presses on.

you nod, “yes, so please don't stop.” you whine.

he grins against your lips, “yes ma’am.” he breathes, pressing his lips eagerly against yours, his tongue finding yours in a delicious dance.

「 authors note,, y'all he is just SO FINE and i can't get enough of him 🫠🫠. requests are open for Vartann! 」

[otissbluebearshirt]

random dialogue prompts #38

for adam ross please! there’s a severe lack of adam content out there

Random Dialogue - [ Adam Ross ]

Prompt: “You’re such a dork.” “Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.”

Word Count: 707

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

A/N: idk if there’s much of an audience for adam out there but i love him so thank you to whoever suggested this! i hope you like it and i hope there’s others out there who do too

shoutout to @dumplingsjinson for the prompt list

Masterlist | Adam Masterlist

Waiting for test results was always slow and boring. There wasn’t much to do but stare at the screen and hope it went faster so you’d get the team one step closer to finding their killer, but unfortunately for all of you, these things took time. And a lot of it.

You couldn’t even do anything else whilst you waited as all your open case files were stuck in the waiting period as well. Same with Adam who was currently spinning in circles in front of his own screen, telling you facts about penguins of all things. You didn’t know exactly how the topic went from dirt trace found at the crime scene to penguins, but you weren’t exactly complaining.

You always loved hearing him ramble on about things that made him happy and if penguins happened to do that, then let’s just say you’d be stopping off at the store on your way home to buy him a stuffed one.

“And did you know that penguins adapted to fly underwater…” Adam continued, his chair squeaking quietly beneath him as he spun in slow circles. “I mean how crazy is that? Flying underwater?”

“That is crazy.” You replied softly, unable to help but smile at him as you leaned against your table, your chin propped up on your closed fist as you stared at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“Right? See, most birds have these hollow, air-filled bones to help them stay light for flying. But penguins, they naturally adapted to have solid bones instead, that way it makes it easier for them to swim and they don’t just float up to the surface again.” He finished with a little wiggle of his hand through the air, as though mimicking that of a penguin floating to the surface of the ocean.

You chuckled softly to yourself, shaking your head a little as you couldn’t believe just how many strange, yet interesting, facts swam about inside his head. Ones that he often passed on to you and that you even found yourself repeating to others without realising.

You’ll never forget the day you ended up in the elevator with Mac and began to tell him all about the difference between brown bear fur and polar bear fur. He’d only said good morning to you, yet he got a lot more than he bargained for when you opened your mouth. Not to mention when the elevator came to a stop and he simply said ‘you’re spending too much time with Adam’ before walking away, leaving you drowning in embarrassment as your relationship with Adam had been on the down low back then… Or so you both thought.

But now that you were both out to the world officially, you simply didn’t care if people told you that you were spending too much time with Adam, because if you could, then you’d spend every single waking moment of your time listening to him talk.

“You’re such a dork.” You breathed out, a soft laugh mixed in there somewhere as you straightened from your slouched position. You could see how Adam blushed a little and you heard his own, little, awkward chuckle escape his lips as he realised he’d been rambling.

But he also knew you loved it when he would talk about complete and utter nonsense when you were both waiting on test results, as, like you’d told him many times when he apologised for doing so, it made the long wait that little bit less boring.

“Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.” He exhaled as he stretched his arms over his head, unaware that you’d gotten to your feet and were currently making your way over to his little corner of the lab.

It wasn’t until he felt your hands land on his shoulders did he know you’d moved, and when you placed a sweet, gentle kiss on his cheek, just above the lining of his beard, he couldn’t help but smile. And it was a smile that grew just that little bit more when your next words reached his ears.

“You got that right.” You whispered, placing another soft kiss on his cheek. “I am so madly in love with you.”

[rosebudmyboy]

CSI Greg Sanders x Reader smut

I’m rewatching the original CSI and my crush on him has resurfaced, it was bound to happen. This is the first thing I’ve ever written, I wanted to get it out of my head and wrote it all in one night. I’m sorry for the grammar errors and spelling mistakes - i’m just a girl who has to go to work in three hours

This is the Greg vibe:

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. multiple orgasms, oral (female and male receiving), penetration (safe sex!) slight dom! reader.

Summary: you and greg try something new in the bedroom

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The two of you had been together for a few years and you’d recently been interested in trying something new to spice up your sex lives. You wanted it to feel exciting and Greg was up to indulging in your fantasy. You were going to be completely in control, at least in the beginning. So there you were gently tying Greg’s hands to the sides of the bed on a random Thursday night.

About 45 minutes earlier:

You both had the night off and you couldn’t get sex with your boyfriend off your mind. After work you decided to pick up a spool of soft thick ribbon for tonight. On your way home you called Greg, partly because you miss him and usually call during the ride, and also because you can’t wait a second longer to ask him what you’ve been thinking about all day.

After the first ring he picks up singing “Hellooo, my sweet girl.”

“Hi Greg” you smile as your phone rests in your lap.

“How was work? Are you on your way home to me?” he playfully asks.

“Yes, I’m almost home. Work was okay, a little slow. I can’t wait to see you” you reply.

“I can’t wait to see you too baby. Is there anything you want to do when you get home?” he asks.

Wow, he really teed you up there. Granted, he always asks you this on days you two have off together. But at least you don’t have to come out and say it unprovoked.

“Well, since you asked.” you tease in order to delay having to say it. “I was thinking that tonight we could try what we talked about a few days ago. . .the thing about me being in control” you nervously get out as you worry that maybe he had already changed his mind.

“Yeah?” he excitedly asks. I can picture the smirk on his face.

“Mhm, but only if you want you” you reply as you always wanted to make sure that he was comfortable and didn’t feel he had to do anything he didn’t want to.

“Are you kidding me? I love you baby and am happy to try anything you want” Greg assures you.

“Awesome, I love you too” you smile. “I picked up what we need and I’m almost home. I’ve been thinking about it all day” you confess already regretting it.

“Oh, yeah?” he teases undoubtedly

“Yes, Greg” you playfully snap back, not wanting to feel too embarrassed.

He continues to mess with you to make you blush, “Just admit that you cannot deny your overwhelming sexual feelings towards me. It torments you, leaves you restless waiting to be satisfied. Admit it, I turn you on.”

“Okayyy enough, I get it.” you smile, “I mean yeah, you’re right. I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“I’m just messing with you baby” he reassures, “I know you like me.”

“I don’t know where you got an idea like that” you tease as you pull into the driveway. “I’m here” you gently exclaim turning off the car.

“My baby’s here” he smiles and you see him walk out the front door still holding his phone up to his ear. You hang up, gather your things, and greet him with a hug.

“Oh this is the stuff right here” he says holding you and playfully adds, “you’re my baby. I think you like me.”

“I do, what gave it away?” you mumble into his chest.

“Oh I don’t know” he says before kissing you.

After entering the house and setting your things down, you turn to him and ask “are you ready?”

“Right now?” Greg questions surprised and you nod. “Well yeah, I’m always ready for you” he says as if its obvious.

You smile, brushing off his remark and reach out to hold him. You two share i love yous before going into the bedroom.

“Okay, how do we want to do this” he asks and thank goodness because boy do you know exactly what you want.

You motion towards the bed as you nervously explain and talk with your hands “I was thinking that first I could tie you to bed, I go change, and then come back so it’s like a grand reveal. Does that sound good?”

“Yes and thank you for trying something new with me” he smiles

“Thank you too” you reply gazing back at him “i hope we like it”

“Oh I’ll enjoy anything with you baby. Also, I want to make sure to tell you that we can stop whenever you want to” Greg reassures then sits on the end of the bed, holding your hands. You nod smiling down at him and then share in a long kiss. After, he takes his shoes off and starts backing towards the top of bed to eagerly get in position.

“Woah, woah, woah” you tease, “you’re not wearing that” gesturing to his t-shirt.

“Oh I’m sorry would my dominatrix like me to be wearing nothing?” he taunts you right back as he leans up on his elbows.

You shake your head and reply “okay I don’t think that term applies to me and actually no.”

“Oohhhh,” Greg raises his eyebrows, anticipating what you’ll do next.

You turn to the closet and pull out a long sleeve button up shirt. “I thought you could wear this, I think you look good in it,” recalling images in your head of the the last time he wore it.

“A shirt I wear to work?” he questions but shrugs off anyway “whatever gets you going baby” he winks as he sits up, removing the hanger and taking off his shirt.

You turn back to the closet and start digging through your clothes hoping to find the outfit you had in mind. This would be the first chance you got to wear it for Greg as you recently brought it on a whim. Nothing crazy, just a black lace babydoll, but it made you feel good and hoped he’d like it. He never saw the appeal in buying lingerie because it just ends up on the floor but you were determined to change his mind. You turn around just as he starts undoing his belt.

“Hey” you playfully exclaim to get his attention. “let me do that later.”

“Yes ma’am” he gladly responds stopping his actions.

“And roll up your sleeves a little” you say taking in his appearance and walking to stand in between his legs. You start one sleeve while he works on the other.

“Anything else?” he asks holding his arms out to present his newly rolled sleeves making you laugh. He looks at you lovingly, knowing that he’d do anything you asked him to.

“Nope you look just how i imagined. . .wait” you pause before running your hands through his hair to mess it up a little. “That’s better” you say as his hands run over your legs. You kiss his forehead and then go to retrieve the ribbon and hold it in your hands.

“I brought this on my way home. It feels soft and I don’t think it will hurt” you reassure.

“Hey baby, whatever you think is good, I trust you” he says.

“Okay” you smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too and besides, a little hurt is good” Greg smirks up at you.

“Oh you’re dirty” you tease him as you start undoing the ribbon spool.

“Says the woman about to tie up her boyfriend” he counters causing you to shake your head and brush him off.

“Alright enough Greg, get in position” you playfully say to which he does so by laying in the middle of the bed and extending his arms to either side. You make sure his head’s resting on the pillows before tying the ribbon to the bed frame and then gently tying it to this wrist. You cross over to the opposite side and do the same thing.

“This is different” he says looking at your handy work, “not too bad.”

“Are you doing okay” you ask intently.

“I’m doing perfect baby. Are you going join me or what?” Greg teases looking at you up and down.

“Not yet, lover boy. I have to change.” you say playfully walking towards the bathroom.

“Don’t be too long, I’ll get lonely” he adds before you close the door.

After putting on your new outfit and freshening up, you nervously walk out and you don’t know why. He’s seen you naked plenty of times, but this time’s different though, you think, you both have never been this vulnerable before.

You two soon lock eyes “what do you think? Too much?”

“Uh, what do I think? I think you’re hot” he clears his throat, staring at you dumbfounded, “I think you’re absolutely stunning.”

You smile looking down and his eyes follow your every move as he feels himself yearning for your touch.

“Thank you baby, I’m glad you like it” you respond while getting on the bed.

“Like it?!” Greg questions then shakes his head. “I love it on you, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Mmm i love you” you respond kneeling over him as you move to straddle his torso and press your lips against his. He instinctively moves his arms to wrap around you but is met with resistance.

“I’m not used to this yet” he groans gesturing to the restraints.

“Me neither” you respond looking over.

“Then let’s say you untie me and let me make you feel good. I know how much you love my hands”Greg quips, eyes flicking between your eyes and lips.

“I don’t think so, I want to have some fun first,”you say running your hands over his chest and tease him by almost touching your lips to his “and don’t worry baby, you’ll make me feel good in other ways.”

You pull away and his head leans upward off the bed following your movement. He needs your lips.

“You’re evil” he scoffs laying back down in defeat causing you to let out a small laugh. You’ve never seen him this way and you don’t know what made you wait so long because now you never want it to stop. You like seeing him frustrasted.

“I know you secretly like it” you hum kissing his neck.

“I do” he confesses “since you have me all figured out, what do I want you to do next?”

You oblige in his request by running your fingers through his hair, gently pulling on the ends, earning a moan from his lips. You then softly suck and bite on his neck, kissing him deeply, and slipping your tongue in his mouth. His physical reaction to your actions makes you hot. Greg’s hips start softly lifting up and he bends his legs to rest his feet on the bed. You gently rock against his body enjoying how he makes you feel before setting back and leaning on his legs. In doing so, you drag your nails down his chest and start to play with his shirt’s buttons. Your eyes drift to his wrists when you remember.

“Hey, I was thinking that you could snap your fingers to let me know if you ever want to stop” he say to him.

“What? No safeword?” Greg teases licking his lips and squirming slightly.!

You shake your head “I don’t know, your mouth might be busy” you remark.

He delightfully hums “who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

“You’re crazy” you respond going into kiss him again.

“I don’t know but I like it” he manages to get out between kisses.

“Mhm, I bet you do” you tease as your hands start undoing the buttons on his shirt. You briefly look down, wanting to catch a glimpse of his bare chest and see your bodies rubbing against each another. Your nose bumps into his as you snap your head back up. You feel him trying to get another word out between kisses.

“Shut up” you playfully say in hopes of silencing him. You’re lost in how he makes you feel and you need him everywhere.

Once you finish with the last button you set back on your knees and take him in. He looks so delicious with his hair disheveled, lips red, and pupils dilated. you admire the light red marks appearing on his chest from where my nails were. While doing so, Greg’s eyes are racking over your body and the way the black lace of your outfit hugs your curves and accentuates everything he loves about your body.

“Come here” he softly demands and you forget who’s supposed to be in charge. You follow his command and put your lips on his, kissing him roughly and biting his lip. You then waste no time and in making your way down his neck and chest, doing whatever it takes to make him feel good. The moans and words of encouragement escaping his mouth urge you to continue. You gently bite slightly under his navel to tease him further, knowing where he needs you most. This drives him crazy, letting you know to stop and prolong his ache. You move to kiss him again and he eagerly meets your lips wanting to please you. Your hand caresses the side of his face as you two break apart. Your thumb drags against his bottom lip as you mull an idea over in your head.

Greg has you figured out by now, “what are you thinking about?” he barely manages to get out, needing to catch his breath.

“I want to try something else new tonight.” you respond gently pulling his bottom lip down waiting for him to say something.

“Baby don’t be shy, I’m all yours” he reassures causing you to smirk.

“You’re all mine” you affirm and he eagerly nods his head in agreement. Your lips capture his in hunger. Moments later, you sit on your knees and move up his body.

“Can you lift your arms up for me?” you ask and he obliges, you start to put your shins under them. It’s always been a fantasy of yours to sit on his face while he makes you unravel. You try to get comfortable as your fingertips touch the headboard.

“Is this okay?” you question, not wanting to do anything he’s not comfortable with.

“Mhm, absolutely” he assures, eager to get started.

You pull your underwear to the side and gently lower your hips to hover slightly over his mouth.

“Please baby closer, I need to taste you” Greg whines and you can’t deny him and yourself any longer.

You gasp the first time his tongue comes in contact with your folds, making you close your eyes and revel in how he’s making you feel. You can’t help but start to rock your hips and hold onto to the headboard for stability. He knows how you like it and does everything to make you unravel in minutes. You’re so close and meeting his eyes to find him looking intently back at you nearly drives you over the edge. Your breath quickens and your head starts to gets fuzzy when you hear Greg snap and few times. You rise up immediately.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” you desperately ask as your fingers start to comb through his hair in an attempt to soothe him.

“You’re good baby, I just needed to catch my breathe, I was having a hard time breathing” he smiles reassuringly.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, that’s my fault. Do you want to stop?” you question.

“Hell no, you’re so close. Get back down here” Greg commands, ridding of your idea.

You quickly oblige, again forgetting who’s supposed to be in charge. You’re too focused on the moment. You decide to use the headboard more to support your weight since your legs are getting weak to make sure you don’t lean down as much as before. It doesn’t take Greg long to get you right back where you were and pull you over the edge. After you come down, you reposition to straddling his torso and hungrily kiss him. You devour his lips as a way to thank him.

“Did you like that?” he taunts smugly, knowing your answer.

You hum in response, having no time for his antics. You rake your nails over his chest harder than before knowing that he likes a little pain. You want to be a good to him as he was to you. You kiss down his torso while his eyes follow your every move. You start to undo his belt and tug his pants down his legs. Then you gently rub him through his underwear, wanting to make him squirm some more. You soon pull his boxers down and settle between his legs then look up at him through your lashes while gently rubbing his tip. Greg’s completely gone, head digging into the pillows and hips slightly rising off the bed, afraid to move too much. You’re mindful of your movements, just wanting to tease him a little bit, maybe even make him beg a bit.

“Look at me” you quietly ask and he meets your eyes. You can see how desperate he is, how close he is to the edge.

“Tell me what you want” you softly demand making him swallow hard. He can’t believe that you’re his girl.

“I want your mouth” he weakly responds, his voice a little horse.

And that’s all you need. You pleasure him just a little bit more, you can tell Greg’s trying to hold on as long as possible and you don’t want to push it. You have other plans and release him making him whine. You could get used to this.

“You’re pretty all wound up for me” you smile moving up his body to suck on his neck. You pull on his hair and he moans in approval. You’re glad that he’s let it grow longer than usual. Sweat lightly adorns his forehead and brow. You lick up to his earlobe and bite down a little harder than before, earning you another moan. You can’t get enough of him and need his hands all over you as soon as possible. Desperately craving his touch, you start to undo the ribbons and he delights in this action. Before they’re fully loose, you pause to look Greg in the eye in an attempt to savor this moment where he’s all yours and you’re the only thing he wants. The second the ribbons are loose enough his hands are on your body flipping you both over. You squeal thinking about how long he’s wanted to do this.

“As much I love this outfit on you, I need it off right now. I want to see all of you.” he almost growls making you hot.

Greg quickly pulls the top over your head and pulls your underwear off, nearly ripping both in the process, not that you would mind. They’ve served their purpose of driving him crazy. His mouth and hands are all over your body, sucking and squeezing just how you like in order to make you squirm for a change. You drag your nails across his back in pleasure and later sense him pull away. You open your eyes to find him at your entrance. He gently works his fingers in you to get you ready. You’re shaky and lost in how he’s making you feel. You meet each others eyes and you’re nearly there when he pulls away making you whine at his absence, ready to plead for more.

Before you can, Greg soothes you “I know what you want baby, give me a second.” You nod, not able to get any words out because your throat is too dry.

After he carefully puts on a condom his lips are back on yours, stealing any breath you have left. Your legs wrap around his hips and then he enters you making you both moan in unison. Greg feels so good. He starts to move and both of you know that the other won’t last long. You two are moving as one, sweaty bodies desperately rubbing against each another chasing release. He kisses your lips and neck, anywhere he can reach. With a few more thrusts and two of his fingers circling your center he makes your back arch and mind go fuzzy as you let go. Greg follows right after you, burying his face in his neck as he moans your name. You both briefly stay where you are as you each catch your breathes. He pulls out, disposes of the condom and comes back with a warm, damp towel to clean you up. You close your eyes and relax as you feel the bed dip beside you. Greg gently brushes your hair out of your face and caresses your cheek. You open your eyes to find him smiling at you.

“What?” you whisper smiling back at him.

“You just blew my mind, I love you so much” He says before kissing your forehead. You respond by softly kissing his lips.

“I love you so much too” you say running your hands through his hair. “How are your wrists?” you remember, searching for his hands to take them in yours and see how they look.

“They’re slightly red and my arms are little stiff but they don’t hurt” he reassures you.

You still frown and kiss his hands and wrists. “We never have to do that again Greg if you don’t want to” you say worryingly.’

“Are you kidding me?! That’s the best sex I’ve ever had” he confirms which makes you blush.

“Yeah it was for me too. . . so does that mean you’re saying that you like me being in control” you can’t help but tease him, slightly raising your eyebrows.

“Oh yeah baby, you can tell me what to do anytime” Greg playfully responds before pulling you into a deep kiss.

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Okay that’s it! I don’t know how you made it this far. I’m going to try and take a nap now

[aspenmissing]

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ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ, ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ, ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ, ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ, ᴊɪɴx (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ, ᴠɪ, ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ, ᴄᴀɪᴛᴠɪ, ᴄʟᴀɢɢᴏʀ, ᴇᴋᴋᴏ, ᴍᴇʟ, ᴍᴇʟᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ

ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ -

ꜱᴀᴍ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴄᴀꜱᴛɪᴇʟ ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ, ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪᴇʟ, ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴋʟɪɴᴇ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ɢᴀʙʀɪᴇʟ, ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ, ᴄʀᴏᴡʟᴇʏ, ʀᴏᴡᴇɴᴀ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ -

ʀɪᴄᴋ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʏʟ ᴅɪxᴏɴ, ʀɪᴄᴋʟʏ, ɴᴇɢᴀɴ ꜱᴍɪᴛʜ, ɢʟᴇɴɴ ʀʜᴇᴇ, ᴍᴀɢɢɪᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴᴇ

ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ -

ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ, ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ, ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪꜱꜱ, ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʀᴏꜱꜱɪ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ

ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ -

ʀʜᴀᴇɴᴇʏʀᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ, ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏɢᴇɴ, ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ, ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ , ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ, ᴄʀᴇɢᴀɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇꜱ -

ᴊᴏɴ ꜱɴᴏᴡ, ʀᴏʙʙ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ, ᴛʏʀɪᴏɴ ʟᴀɴɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ʟᴀɴɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴀᴇɴᴇʀʏꜱ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇᴏɴ ɢʀᴇʏᴊᴏʏ, ʙʀɪᴇɴɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀʀᴛʜ, ʀᴀᴍꜱᴀʏ ʙᴏʟᴛᴏɴ

ʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ -

ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʙᴇɴꜱᴏɴ, ᴅᴏᴍɪɴɪᴄᴋ "ꜱᴏɴɴʏ" ᴄᴀʀɪꜱɪ ᴊʀ, ʀᴀꜰᴀᴇʟ ʙᴀʀʙᴀ, ʙᴀʀɪꜱɪ, ᴀᴍᴀɴᴅᴀ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴꜱ, ɴɪᴄᴋ ᴀᴍᴀʀᴏ, ᴅᴇᴄʟᴀɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴍɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴏᴅᴅꜱ, ᴛᴇʀʀʏ ʙʀᴜɴᴏ

ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ (ᴛᴠ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ) -

ʜᴀɴɴʙᴀʟ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴡɪʟʟ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ, ʜᴀɴɴɪɢʀᴀᴍ, ꜰʀᴇᴅʀɪᴄᴋ ᴄʜɪʟᴛᴏɴ

ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ -

ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ, ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ, ꜱᴛᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ, ​🇯​​🇮​​🇲​ ​🇭​​🇴​​🇵​​🇵​​🇪​​🇷​, ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ, ɴᴀɴ��ʏ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ, ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ, ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʙʏᴇʀꜱ

ᴄꜱɪ (ᴍɪᴀᴍɪ/ʟᴀꜱ ᴠᴇɢᴀꜱ) -

ɢɪʟ ɢʀɪꜱꜱᴏᴍ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ɴɪᴄᴋ ꜱᴛᴏᴋᴇꜱ, ɢʀᴇɢ ꜱᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱ, ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʜᴏᴅɢᴇꜱ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ʜᴇɴʀʏ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡꜱ, ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴇ ᴊᴏʜɴꜱᴏɴ, ᴅ.ʙ. ʀᴜꜱꜱᴇʟʟ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ ʙʀᴏᴅʏ, ᴛɪᴍ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅʟᴇ, ʀʏᴀɴ ᴡᴏʟꜰᴇ

ɴᴄɪꜱ -

ʟᴇʀᴏʏ ᴊᴇᴛʜʀᴏ ɢɪʙʙꜱ, ᴀʙʙʏ ꜱᴄɪᴜᴛᴏ, ᴛɪᴍᴏᴛʜʏ ᴍᴄɢᴇᴇ, ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ᴅɪɴᴏᴢᴢᴏ

ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ -

10ᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, 11ᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, 12ᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, 13ᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ꜱᴘʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ, ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴏɴɢ, ᴄʟᴀʀᴀ ᴏꜱᴡᴀʟᴅ

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ -

ʙɪʟʟʏ ʙᴜᴛᴄʜᴇʀ, ʜᴜɢʜɪᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘʙᴇʟʟ, Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴇᴠᴇ, ʜᴏᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴏʟɪᴅᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ, ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ

ɢʀɪᴍᴍ -

ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴇ, ʀᴏꜱᴀʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴠᴇʀᴛ, ᴍᴏɴᴀʟᴇᴇ, ɴɪᴄᴋ ʙᴜʀᴄᴋʜᴀʀᴅᴛ, ꜱᴇᴀɴ ʀᴇɴᴀʀᴅ, ᴛʀᴜʙᴇʟ

ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ -

ᴊᴇʀᴏᴍᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇꜱᴋᴀ, ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍɪᴀʜ ᴠᴀʟᴇꜱᴋᴀ, ᴏꜱᴡᴀʟᴅ ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇᴘᴏᴛ, ᴊɪᴍ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ, ʜᴀʀᴠᴇʏ ʙᴜʟʟᴏᴄᴋ, ꜰɪꜱʜ ᴍᴏᴏɴᴇʏ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

ᴘᴇᴀᴋʏ ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ -

ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ ꜱʜᴇʟʙʏ, ᴊᴏʜɴ ꜱʜᴇʟʙʏ, ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ꜱʜᴇʟʙʏ, ᴀʟꜰɪᴇ ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴꜱ, ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ -

ᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴅᴏɴ, ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴋɪᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ, ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅᴇ, ᴋʏʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ, ᴍɪꜱᴛʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴊɪᴍᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ᴅᴀɴᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴛᴛ, ᴇʟꜱᴀ ᴍᴀʀꜱ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ᴊᴏʜɴ ʟᴏᴡᴇ, ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ, ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ, ᴋᴀɪ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴅᴏɴ, xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᴘʟʏᴍᴘᴛᴏɴ

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɴꜱ -

ᴄʀᴏᴡʟᴇʏ, ᴀᴢɪʀᴀᴘʜᴀʟᴇ, ᴘᴏʟʏ

ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴡᴀʀꜰ -

ᴀʀɴᴏʟᴅ ʀɪᴍᴍᴇʀ, ᴅᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴄᴀᴛ, ᴀᴄᴇ ʀɪᴍᴍᴇʀ

ꜱɴᴏᴡᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇʀ -

ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ ᴡɪʟꜰᴏʀᴅ, ʙᴇꜱꜱ ᴛɪʟʟ, ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅʀᴀ ᴄᴀᴠɪʟʟ, ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ, ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛ ᴋɴᴏx, ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴏꜱᴡᴇɪʟʟᴇʀ, ᴊᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ᴛᴏʀʀᴇ, ʙᴏᴊᴀɴ ʙᴏꜱᴄᴏᴠɪᴄ

2/ʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ -

ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ (ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏ ᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟ), ꜱʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴍᴇꜱ, ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ, ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱᴛᴀʀ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ "ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴅᴍᴀɴ"

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Eyes

Words: 1461

Pairing: Nick Stokes x Reader

A/N: This was the first fic I'd written in a couple of months so please be nice :)

Request: Hi. I love that you're more active again. Could you write a Nick stokes and reader where she's really injured and he's just taking care of her until help comes? a broken leg or split head? - Anon

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“Are we sure this place has been cleared?” you joked from your crouched position.

Nick stood and turned towards you “Why’d you say that?” he walked over towards you as you turned to face him.

“Don’t you feel like someone’s watching you?” you stood to his height and his eyes explored your face. He had to admit to himself, this place was giving him the creeps and he couldn’t quite place his finger on why.

He nodded “It feels off but it’s been cleared. I can get an officer up here with us though?”

“That might be for the better.” 

The man reached his hand out to your arm and gave it a reassuring touch before leaving to go get an officer.

You stood motionless for a second scanning the room on high alert. The room was covered in news articles and posters of women in compromising positions in suggestive clothing.

The house belonged to your main suspect and so far all evidence had pointed towards the home owner and his two best friends. 

Shaking off the sour feeling when Nick reappeared he gave you a reassuring smile before the two of you got back to work. The officer stood watch at the door of the room. 

The two of you worked around the room methodically. Noticing something off about the posters and the way they were laid out compared to the rest you called Nick over.

“Look at this.” the man quickly came to stand next to you.

“What’ve you got?”

You pointed at the posters and ran your finger along the aligned top edges of them “These all align. The rest in the room don’t”

The man spun around on the spot to look at the rest of the room “You’re right.” he felt along the wall and the posters “It almost looks like a separate panel.”

The man pressed firmly on the wall and the two of you heard a release of air. Pushing again the panel swung towards Nick, a door opening to another room.

This next room was dark. Grabbing your torch you switched it on quickly before scanning the room. Like the last, the walls were covered top to bottom with pictures. 

The pictures in this room however, were all of eyes. Taking a step inside you took a closer look. There was a mix of emotions in the eyes, some scared, some crying, some looking tortured and others were unmistakably the eyes of deceased people. 

“Nick-” you started but the man spoke quicker and cut you off.

“Y/N look.”

You looked to where his gaze lay. A small table in the corner of the room which had an array of tools and implements laid out on it with some dirty, bloodied rags.

You turned away and took in more of the room. There was a beaten up old chair on it’s side. Discarded ropes and other restraining materials dumped in a corner. Several dried pools of what you could only assume was blood on the floor. 

You took a deep breath in through your nose and tried to orientate yourself. The feeling of being watched increased. You knew it was probably because of all of the photos of eyes everywhere but it was unnerving. 

You tried to get on with work. You photographed and swabbed the corner of the room with the table first. Opening an evidence bag you slipped inside a wad of long hair you’d found. Labeling it you put it with the rest and gazed around the room once more.

Nick came to stand beside you and dropped his evidence in with the rest. “You can take five if you need it.” he could see how this room was affecting you. It even had him on edge.

Nodding you looked to the man “Thank you” he gave you a reassuring smile and gestured for you to leave.

Heading for the hallway you passed through the door and made your way to the landing. Bracing yourself on the bannister you allowed yourself to look down at the vast space below. The house was absolutely gorgeous to anyone at a glance. Hell, you'd kill to have a house like this. But this job taught you that not everything was as lovely as it looked on the surface. 

A click as if something was closing brought you out of your thoughts. Sighing you went to turn towards where you thought you'd see Nick “I'll be back in now” you said softly. 

What took you by surprise was a tall man rushing towards you as you turned, someone who definitely wasn't Nick.

Bracing yourself you tried to plant your weight in your feet as the man pushed you backwards up against the bannister. “You do have such pretty eyes.” the sentence almost made you vomit on the spot. 

You struggled against his grip and tried to kick the man when he grabbed your wrists roughly and twisted them. Losing your balance you could feel the bannister up against your back as you teetered on the edge. “It's a shame I won't be able to keep them.” With a push you could feel that you were falling. A loud crack vibrated through your skull as you closed your eyes. You could feel that you'd stopped moving but your head continued to spin.

The bang had Nick getting to his feet in an instant and sprinting from the room instinctually with the officer right on his heels. The man reaches for his gun as he exited the room to see the tall man bolting down the stairs. 

Nick stopped in his tracks for a split second as soon as he saw you on the ground. He quickly ran towards you and slid to his knees as the officer went after your attacker.

“Y/N. Y/N?” he panicked as he looked over your body. His hands went straight to search for a pulse as he quickly radioed for assistance. 

You rolled your head on the floor and tried to open your eyes but could only see brief flutters of movement in front of you. The shape slowly coming into focus but your vision still swimming. “Nick?”

“Y/N.” he let out a breath and his hands gently came to your face “It's alright I'm here” he reassured. “What happened?”

You couldn't entirely understand what he was saying “I feel sick.” you mumbled out “my head hurts.” you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to sit up before realising how much of a mistake that was. 

As you did so the man spotted the red stain you'd left on the ground behind you. “Careful.” he said as he placed his hand on the back of your head and lowered it gently back to the ground, trying to ensure that you wouldn't unintentionally hurt yourself more. Moving his hand he assessed the amount of blood. It wasn't masses, you weren't going to bleed out, but it was still enough to cause concern though. 

“He…”

“He what Y/N/N?” the man's eyes searched your face and his heart hurt, he hated to see you like this.

“Wanted…my eyes.” you struggled out.

He felt his heart drop as his hand found yours. “He won't, I've got you.” he gave your hand a squeeze in reassurance. 

You felt warmth spread through you as the man took your hand and it somewhat grounded you even though your head continued to throb. “Don't leave.” your voice was barely above a whisper but it felt so loud inside your own head.

“I’m not going anywhere I promise.” 

The stomping of feet on the floor had you squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could as the EMT's came in. 

They were quickly at your side and got to work straight away, nearly pushing Nick out of the way but he refused to let go of your hand. 

“We have to take her in.”

“Let me go with her.”

The man shook his head “I'm sorry we have to leave now.”

Nick felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned. Brass looked at him kindly “Let them take her. We’ve got the guy in cuffs.”

Nick turned back to you and gave your hand one last squeeze before gently placing it back beside you.

Standing he watched as they took you away. “Where is he?”

“Being driven back to the station as we speak.” 

Nick nodded and he stared into the distance “Can I get in on the interrogation?”

Jim sighed and pat the man on the shoulder “Finish processing the rest of the scene first. I'll send Greg out to do where Y/N fell.”

Nick turned to the man. “Make sure he goes down.”

“He won't know what's hit him.”

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[ilariyalavorowrites]

CSI - Nick Stokes

Stalking me, Stalking you

Nick Stokes x F!Reader

TW: Stalking, Kidnapping, Obsession, Forced Relationship/Marriage, angst

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[fandomgirlz01]

Courageous Gift Pt.2

Greg Sanders x Reader

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Mini Series 

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content.

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,481 

Post Date & Time: February 7th 2025 at 5:23 PM

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings Here 

Listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}.  

Summary:  Based off of S7 Es4 & 7 When Greg becomes victim to a gang of street thugs that have been beating people all night, the reader is forced to fear the worst for her best friend. 

Reader’s Pov:

Finally after walking down many hallways and corridors, Sara stops in front of a room. She turns and smiles at me before moving aside. 

“Go on in,” she encourages me with a squeeze to my shoulder and I nod before taking a step closer to the doorway. 

“I’ll see you a little later, okay? I’m gonna head back to the lab and help the others,” she informs me and I turn to look at her. 

“Thank you, Sara,” I reverently give her my appreciation and she smiles softly, shaking her head. 

“No need, y/n. You guys are family,” she waves me off with a light smile. 

“Text me if you need anything. Anything at all, got it?” she asks and I giggle softly. 

“You got it. I promise I will,” I reply and she smiles softly once again before nodding, turning and walking back the way we came from. 

I turn back to the door, pausing a moment to look at him laid up in the bed in a hospital gown. I choke up ever so slightly seeing him connected to a bunch of wires and the white wrap around his head. I sigh before swallowing my emotions, finally taking the first step and walking into his room. I’m not sure if he’s asleep or not so I walk in a little further and slowly sink into the chair next to the bed. 

“Fruit loop…” Greg groans out as he opens his one eye that’s not swollen. 

“Hi Poohbear. I’m here,” I nod at him and he smiles ever so slightly. 

“Come here,” he almost commands me and I sigh. 

“No Greggy. I… I don’t want to hurt you anymore then you already are,” I deny though a scratchy tone as my throat seems to close up more and more. 

“You won’t hurt me more. Please come here and give me a hug,” he begs and I freeze to think about it. 

“Please?” he pleads some more and I sigh, getting up from the chair. 

I sit on the edge of the bed very carefully and he holds his arms out weakly for me. I still hesitate, but he gives me a very minuscule nod of reassurance and finally I lean down. I wrap my arm around his waist as his arm sluggishly wraps around me and lays limp on my hip, making me close my eyes. As I lay there in his arms, I get choked up all over again and it seems he can tell. 

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m going to heal up real fast then we can have the breakfast you seem to want to owe me,” he jokes in a very monotone murmur against my shoulder and that gets a small light giggle out of me, but it falls silent again, making him sigh. 

“Fruit loop. Really, I’m going to be fine,” he promises me and I still stay silent, trying to will the tears away. 

“Please tell me what’s wrong…” he asks in the same monotone voice as he rubs at my lower back. 

“I thought I lost you…” I sob out and Greg reaches up languidly to scratch at my scalp, holding me to his shoulder as he leaves a very sluggish kiss to my forehead. 

“You’ll never lose me, frootloop,” he promises and I sigh before moving back to look at him. 

“Yeah, but I alm—,” I start, but get cut off as suddenly I’m letting out a small squeak as suddenly his lips touch mine, his hand staying tangled in my hair. 

My eyes widen for a moment ever so slightly, but I melt into the kiss. It feels like time slows down as we move our lips against one another’s. At first the kiss feels like coming home, his lips are warm and soft like sweet silk against mine. Then the kiss turns almost needy as I let all of my emotions from the day pour into it and it seems like he does too. 

We continue to kiss for a bit before he starts to groan and I pull away. I look at him for a moment in utter awe before my eyes widen. 

“Oh my gosh, Greg… did… did you mean to do that?” I hesitantly ask as I turn away from him, refusing to look at him and he reaches up. 

“Yes. I definitely meant to do that. I’ve been meaning to since we were fifteen and sixteen,” he admits shyly and I smile at him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think I didn’t want that to happen, you just caught my lip wrong,” Greg softly informs me with a tired chuckle and my brain short circuits for a moment. 

“Wait…” I pause for a moment. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry. Does it still hurt?” I ramble as I reach up and lightly touch his lip. 

“No, but I definitely am upset that I probably won’t get to do that again anytime soon if this busted lip doesn’t heal fast,” Greg jokes as he rubs my cheek and I grin cheekily at him. 

“Who says ya can’t?” I ask him and he shakes his head. 

“Umm, my busted lip I think,” he replies with a roll of his good eye and I roll my eyes right back. 

“Well, I don’t think the busted lip will mind this…” I trail off and he gives me a confused look. 

I sit forward closer to him again before quickly pecking his lips in the spot I know won't hurt him. I move back with a smirk on my face and he just shakes his head at me. 

“Get some sleep, Poohbear. You need rest to heal up fast,” I inform him as I get up off the bed. 

“You’re staying, right?” he asks as he catches my hand and holds onto it. 

“Of course I am. When have I not stayed by your side?” I joke with him and he lopsidedly grins as he seems to grow more and more tired. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here,” I promise him as I take a seat in the chair. 

“Would you cuddle me?” he asks and I sigh. 

“Poohbear, as much as I want to, maybe we should wait till you're a little more healed up, yeah?” I ask him and he sighs too. 

“I guess you might be right. I hope I heal fast then. I have a date I need to make soon,” he cheekily comments and I smile, shaking my head. 

“I hope you do too. I think that date will be very happy and definitely willing to wait as long as it takes. Now, get some sleep,” I tell him in a stern tone as I squeeze his hand softly and he nods before sinking into his bed.

I sit reading a book Sara had brought earlier while my other hand holds onto Greg’s as he sleeps peacefully. My phone is charging in the corner and I now have changed into more comfortable clothes. Every once in a while Greg squeezes my hand and I just squeeze his back. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, making me look up to see Grissom walk in. He smiles softly at me and I close my book, going to get up, but he holds a hand out and shakes his head so I sit back down, setting the book on the side table. 

“Greg?” Grissom calls out for his attention and I softly squeeze his hand again. 

“Poohbear. You have a visitor,” I inform him and slowly his one good eye opens. 

“Grissom,” Greg calls out and though it’s hard for him to speak, you can still hear the happiness in his tone. 

“Just another day at the office, huh?” Grissom replies with a small smirk and I roll my eyes. 

“Well, at least I can see now,” Greg jokes back even though it’s hard to tell he’s joking when his face can’t show it. 

“That seems very good indeed,” Grissom agrees with a nod. 

“And I finally got my girl,” Greg smiles ever so slightly, holding our hands up and I smile back over at him. 

“That’s great, too. I’m very happy to hear that,” Grissom replies with a soft look on his face. 

“The guy they beat up…” Greg asks after a beat of silence, trailing off for a moment. 

“How is he?” Greg finishes and I squeeze his hand. 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Grissom answers and I let out a sigh of relief before there’s another pause in the room. 

“What about the other guy? The guy I hit,” Greg asks and I hold my breath once more. 

“His name is Demitrius James. He’s in surgery,” Grissom explains as he leans against the bottom of Greg’s bed. 

“Is he, like, a gangbanger or something?” Greg asks and Grissom looks at me for a moment. 

“Actually… he’s a student at the university,” Grissom breaks the news to him as easily as he can. 

“He gonna be okay?” Greg asks and my eyes tear up. 

“I don’t know,” Grissom tells him honestly and Greg sighs as he moves his head to his left. 

“Has someone called your parents?” Grissom asks and Greg huffs. 

“We should let them know,” Grissom adds on and Greg lets out a hum as Grissom looks at me. 

“I was going to call them, but he told me not to,” I tell Grissom, who shakes his head. 

“What’s the matter?” Grissom asks, confused. 

“They still think I’m in the lab,” Greg hesitantly admits to Grissom, who looks at me and I shrug. 

“Why do they think that?” Grissom softly asks and I squeeze Greg’s hand again. 

“When me and y/n were in high school…” Greg starts, pausing to take a breath in. 

“I never played any sports. No football, no basketball. Definitely no hockey,” Greg starts to explain and I giggle. 

“Oh most definitely no hockey. Mister I almost broke my butt bone,” I joke and he groans, moving his head to look at me. 

“How’d you do that? Never mind, I don’t think I wanna know,” Grissom quickly backtracks, making me laugh. 

“I never would’ve guessed,” Grissom adds and I giggle a little more. 

“Well, it wasn’t by choice. My mom wanted four kids. Ended up with only one,” Greg continues to explain and I gasp. 

“Umm, excuse me, she had two amazing kids,” I add my two cents as I put a hand up to my chest in mock offense. 

“You know what I meant. Biologically,” Greg comments with a roll of his one open eye. 

“Anyway, she always made sure I, or more like we, stayed close,” Greg adds more to his explanation and I nod in agreement as I squeeze his hand again. 

“If either of us got a nosebleed, she’d have us at the E.R.” Greg continues and I chuckle, nodding. 

“She is a worrywort. Even before Gemma took me in, she and my mama were both always fussing over us,” I add on and Greg chuckles weakly. 

“Yeah, they both had only us so they mothered us together,” Greg adds onto my statement and I smile at the memories. 

“Well, now would be the time to come clean,” Grissom comments and I throw my head back. 

“I told him that too! Does he listen to me? No!” I cry out and Grissom shakes his head in amusement. 

“Mom’s gonna freak out,” Greg says in the saddest tone ever and tears come to my eyes for him. 

“You tell her that you risked your life to save someone else’s… and I think she’ll be very proud of you,” Grissom reverently tells him and Greg starts to cry, making me stand up. 

“I know I am very proud of you, Greg,” Grissom adds with a nod and I smile at him as I hug Greg. 

“As am I,” I jump in as I lightly rub at his scalp. 

It takes a while, but soon I get Greg to calm down from his crying episode and we sit with Grissom just visiting for a while. All too soon though, Grissom leaves and Greg sighs, shaking his head. 

“Go ahead. Call mom,” he reluctantly tells me and I shake my head. 

“Are you sure? I mean, I’m all for telling her, but only if you want me to,” I reply as I lightly rub my fingernail over his hand in a soothing manner. 

“Yeah… she’s gotta know about it at some point, right?” he asks and I smile, nodding at him. 

“Okay, then. I’ll call her, do you want to talk to her about it or for me to tell her?” I ask him as I get up and grab my phone before walking back over. 

“I’ll do it. No need to make her mad at you too,” he comments jokingly and I giggle, smiling softly at him as I sit back down on the chair. 

“She wouldn’t be mad at me. She loves me more than you, remember?” I joke back and he scoffs, rolling his good eye and I giggle again. 

I dial her number and soon the phone starts to ring. I hand him the phone and with a shaking hand he takes it. I smile in encouragement and massage his hand as he has the long talk with his mother about everything. 

It’s been a few hours and a lot of Greg’s swelling in his face has gone down. He still has the black and blue bruises all over his face as well as a black swollen eye that won’t open, but other than that the doctor said he’s healing up pretty well for the short amount of time he’s been here. A little while ago somehow by sheer luck, Demitrius gets rolled into the room next to us as I finish my food the nurses so kindly had brought me when they brought Greg his first meal. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay? Keep eating. Doctor says you need it,” I tell him as I stand up and leave a quick soft kiss to his cheek as he mutters out a very soft ‘okay’. 

I quickly head down to the bathroom that I’ve been using since getting here and use it as quickly as I can. Once I’m finished and my hands are all clean I head back as fast as I can, not wanting to leave him alone to watch Demitrius's room alone. When I walk in my heart breaks a little to see him staring into the room in a daze. 

“How’s the food, Poohbear?” I ask as I walk back in and back over to my chair, breaking him out of his daze. 

“Kinda wish it wasn’t hospital food,” he tells me with a shrug and I nod. 

“That’s to be expected, but you’ll have real food when you're all healed up and I take you out for those very delicious pancakes you always devour,” I joke with him, but I frown when he only hums, still watching Demitrius's room through the glass wall. 

“I think this is the room, sir,” a voice comments, making both me and Greg look to the door to find a nurse wheeling a man in a wheelchair into the room. 

“There he is,” the man calls out and Greg stands, pushing the table aside as I immediately stand to be next to him if he needs me. 

“Mr. Sanders?” the guy questions. 

“Hey, how you doing?” Greg asks back as I grab onto his hand. 

“Better than dead,” the guy comments sarcastically. “Get me over here, Lizzy, where I can shake this man’s hand,” he tells his nurse, using his hand to motion over at us. 

She wheels him closer and Greg lets go of my hand to shake the man's hand, then grabs mine again. 

“You’re a brave man. Thank you,” the guy gives Greg his appreciation and tears well up in my eyes as I hug onto Greg’s arm. 

“You’re welcome,” Greg replies with a nod of acknowledgement. 

“Is this your girl here?” The guy asks as he smiles at us. 

“Yeah. It is,” Greg answers him in a very happy sounding tone. 

“You two look mighty happy together. You deserve it. Keep her, would ya?” The guy tells him and Greg smiles a small smile, squeezing my hand. 

“I promise that I definitely plan to,” Greg replies and the guy smiles. 

“And you keep him, young lady. He’s a good one,” he tells me with a wink and I giggle, smiling. 

“Oh believe me, don't I know it. I promise I will,” I reply with a big smile as Greg squeezes my hand. 

“Good,” the guy smiles with a firm nod. “Home. Elizabeth,” he tells the nurse without even turning his head, keeping his eyes on us. 

“Okay,” the nurse softly replies before she starts to pull him out of the room. 

“I cook some mean barbecue, if you two ever get yourselves to Union City, Tennessee,” he informs us just as she wheels him out the door and they come to a stop. 

“We’ll look you up,” Greg promises with a nod and soft smile. 

“You do that,” the man agrees with one last smile before Elizabeth wheels him away for good this time. 

Just as they disappear, there’s a loud crying scream that makes me and Greg turn to Demitrius' room. A lady runs forward, screaming as she hugs his body and the doctors in the room all move about to let her have her privacy as he flatlines. 

“Oh!! God!! No!!” she cries out and Greg lets go of my hand. 

He walks around me and moves closer to the window. I turn around, watching as he walks up to the glass door and stands frozen as he watches the scene play out. I walk up behind him and grab his hand again as I leave a kiss on his shoulder, but he doesn’t even react or grip my hand back. I lean my head against his back for a moment and close my eyes while holding back a sigh. When I open my eyes again, keeping my cheek against Greg’s shoulder, the lady lays down hugging the body and my eyes travel up to see a younger boy right behind her, staring at Greg. 

Greg sees him too and sinks back before walking back to his bed with shoulders slumped, not looking at them anymore. The boy glares at Greg the whole time before looking at me. I jump slightly at the look of anger in the boy's face before deciding to ignore it. I turn and walk back over to the chair and sit down as Greg lays down on the bed. 

“G…” I softly call out to him and he hums at me. 

“You need to eat, babe,” I tell him as I push the table back to him lightly. 

“Okay…” he mutters out and my heart breaks even more for him as he picks up the spoon. 

Soon before I know it, he’s done eating which wasn’t much in the end. He pushes the table away again and mumbles out about being tired. He lays down on the bed and I nod, scooting closer. He doesn’t say another word and just closes his eyes, falling asleep quickly. 

Third Person Pov: 

“I am going to pick up some Roberto’s,” Sara starts as she opens her locker. 

“Take it over to Greg and y/n. I know y/n said he doesn't want the hospital food and could use the pick me up. Anybody wanna come?” she finishes asking both Nick and Warrick as she takes her jacket off. 

“I’ll take a ride with you, but I’m going to pass on Mexican food at 10:00 in the morning,” Warrick replies as he sits on the bench, flipping through a magazine. 

“No. I’d like to see Greg and y/n. I’m definitely in, yeah," Nick replies from his locker before turning to put stuff away on the top shelf. 

“Pig and the piglets are in the pig pen,” Catherine informs as she walks in and stops in the doorway. 

“It’s about time. Finally, some good news,” Warrick comments as he looks up at her. 

“Did you know that pig, aka Cole Trit, was the only adult? The rest of them were under 18. One was 14,” Catherine continues to give more information about the suspects and Sara scoffs. 

“Are you kidding?” Warrick asks in shock. “Who raises these kids?” he comments in annoyance. 

“I mean, they weren’t all delinquents. Demitrius James was a college student,” Catherine explains as she takes her hand off the door jam and puts it on her hip. 

“Hanging out with the wrong crowd in the wrong town,” Nick starts as all eyes turn to him while he laces up his boots. 

“I’m telling you, a fake ID in Las Vegas is like having a free ticket on the hell train. Sex, drugs, gambling, no adult supervision, 24/7. By the time they’re 21, they’ve done and seen it all,” Nick grimly points out as he continues lacing up his boots. 

“Make me slit my wrists, why don’t you? I’m raising a teenager here,” Catherine comments sarcastically while shaking her head. 

“Nah. You’re done a great job. Lindsey’s gonna turn out to be a beautiful young woman,” Warrick comments, trying to comfort Catherine. 

“Besides, I grew up in Vegas, I didn’t turn out so bad, did I?” Warrick asks, turning from Catherine to Nick. 

“Yeah, that was pre-mirage. Back when you were a little squirt going to the casino and playing the arcade games,” Nick jokingly answers as he now puts his boots on. 

“No. Vegas is a different animal now,” he finishes off and Warrick nods. 

“Yeah, these kids need to beat people on the street to be entertained. They just need some good discipline. They need their grandmother whooping their ass like, like I had,” Warrick jokingly comments back and Nick smiles. 

“Yeah, a good slap,” Nick agrees, nodding. 

“You know, it kind of sounds like you guys are blaming everybody, but these kids,” Sara comments as she leans against her locker. 

“I mean, you don’t get a bye just ‘cause you grew up here or your parents are on drugs. Those kids are perfectly capable of telling the difference between a wild night out and…” she trails off for a moment. 

“Beating somebody to death,” she finishes off with a frown and Warrick shrugs. 

“The truth is…” Grissom cuts in as he closes his locker, turning to look at everyone as they all turn to look at him. 

“A moral compass can only point you in the right direction, can’t make you go there. Our culture preaches that, uh, you shouldn’t be ashamed of anything you do anymore and unfortunately, this city was built on the principle that there’s no such thing as guilt ‘do whatever you want, we won’t tell,’ so without a conscience there’s nothing to stop you from killing someone and evidently you don’t even have to feel bad about it,” Grissom explains in a grim tone and everyone shakes their heads. 

“In other news, I’ve been told to tell you guys some great news,” Grissom changes the subject. 

“Oh, what?” Nick asks in fascination. 

“You guys don’t have to worry about the two being painfully unaware anymore,” Grissom comments with a small smile while he waits for them to catch on. 

“No way! Greg and y/n are finally a thing!” Nick yells out and everyone chuckles. 

“That they are…” Grissom tells him in amusement with a smile on his face.

“Pay up, Warrick!” Nick shouts with a grin as Warrick shakes his head, sighing as he pulls out a twenty dollar bill from his pocket. 

Reader’s Pov:

Greg lays on the bed asleep now and I sit in my chair, reading my book. My phone goes off, signaling that I have a text message so I lay my book over my leg before reaching over to the table to grab it. I flip it open and see a notification from Sara. 

“Hey. I know earlier Greg was wanting real food. I was thinking of stopping by Roberto’s and getting him some. Would you like anything?” Her text reads and I smile, knowing it’ll definitely make Greg perk up. 

“Sure. You know both of our orders?” I quickly text her back. 

“Yup. I’ll see you soon then :),” she replies and I smile again. 

“See you soon :),” I finish off the text before setting my phone back face down on the table. 

I read for a little while longer and after a while I feel the need to go to the bathroom again, so I quietly close my book before pulling my hand slowly away from Greg’s hold. I leave a light kiss on his forehead before heading towards the opening of the room. 

“Where you going, Fruit Loop?” Greg asks, making me pause and turn around. 

“Don’t worry, Poohbear. I only need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, go back to sleep,” I inform him, making him smile softly at me while giving a small ‘okay,’ and sinking down a bit more into his bed. 

Once I’m sure he’s good, I walk out of the room and pass the nurse's station. I stop by the counter, asking one of the nurses to just keep an eye out while I’m gone and she agrees. Glad someone will be watching over him, I finally walk over to the bathroom and go inside. I quickly finish up before washing my hands and walking back out. 

“Hey, you. You bitch!” A voice calls out and I’m taken back as I look up to see the young boy from Demitrius’ room coming up to me. 

“Yeah, you,” he confirms after I point at myself. 

“How can you be with that killer?” he asks me as he gets up in my face. 

“He’s not a killer,” I reply back with venom dripping from my tone. 

“Yes, he is. That son of a bitch killed my brother and you're okay with that?!” he shouts, pointing at my face. 

“It was self defense. Your brother was part of something he shouldn’t have been,” I continue to fight back and he growls. 

“My brother was a good man. He didn’t do what you and your stupid lover says he did!!” he yells back in my face. 

“The evidence shows different, it shows he went after him. If you think that’s a good man, I’m sorry to tell you, but you're delusional,” I fight back and his face gets even more red. 

“You’re going down with him, I swear it. You will both be brought down!” he screams in my face and I’m about to yell back at him, but a set of arms pick me up, pulling me away as I see Sara come around, holding him back. 

“Whoa. Whoa. Calm down. Y/n. Calm down,” a voice calls to me and I recognize Nick as the one who pulled me away, making me surrender. 

“Now if you don’t want to be arrested for assault I highly suggest you walk away,” Sara tells the boy, who only growls at her before pointing at me over her shoulder. 

“We’re not done here. You got lucky, bitch!” he threatens and Sara pushes him back away from her. 

“Hey. Did you not hear her? Just back off, man,” Warrick steps in next to Sara and firmly uses one hand to hold him back away from Sara and me by the chest. 

“We have an officer who won’t hesitate to put you behind bars for threatening her or us. You stay away from her, you hear me?” Sara tells him as she cuts off his view of me. 

“Whatever. All of you are lying so watch your backs,” he tells her along with Warrick before storming off as I slowly sink to the ground, my shock and adrenaline wearing off. 

“Hey. She okay?” Sara asks Nick as she turns and walks back to us. 

“I don’t know. Sweetheart, you okay?” Nick asks and I shake my head, tears welling up. 

“How can he not know what his brother was involved in?” I whisper out and Nick sighs, shaking his head. 

“Some people just don’t want to believe that the people they thought were good, people they looked up to, would ever do something bad,” Nick replies in sympathy as he rubs my hair back like a brother would. 

“On a different subject, we brought Roberto’s,” Sara sing-songs as she holds up a plastic bag full of the delicious Mexican food, making me smile. 

“Thank you all for stepping in like you did,” I give them all my appreciation and they share a look before smiling. 

“Anytime, y/n. We’re family,” Warrick says and the others hum in agreement. 

“Now. Let’s go see Greg. We’ve got news for you guys,” Sara adds on with a grin as she helps pull me up to my feet. 

Together we all walk towards his room and I pause a moment. Everyone stops and looks at me expectantly. 

“Hey. Guys, give us just a second together okay?” I hear Nick ask and they all nod before continuing to Greg’s room. 

“Hey. You okay? You seem shaken up still,” he asks before rubbing my arm and I sigh. 

“I think I’m okay…” I hesitantly reply and Nick gives me a look of disbelief. 

“Okay, no I’m not and I know Greg will be able to read that off of me. I don’t want him worried about me when he needs to focus on healing…” I rapidly explain as I start to breathe heavily. 

“Hey. Hey. It’s okay,” Nick tells me as he pulls me into a hug. 

“Here. Cry it out right now. I got you,” he continues as he rubs my head and I do just as he says. 

We stand there for a few minutes as he just holds me, letting me cry. Once I’ve calmed down a bit, I pull away and smile at him while wiping my eyes. 

“Thank you, Nicky. I needed that,” I give him my appreciation and he smiles softly. 

“Anytime, y/n. You're like my sister. I hate seeing you cry. Heck, I hate seeing any of us cry,” he admits sheepishly and I giggle. 

“Nick Stokes acting shy? I never thought I’d see the day,” I joke and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“I do have feelings, ya know?” he jokes back with a shrug. 

“Huh, nah. I’m just messing with you Nicky. Thank you for comforting me,” I tell him and he smiles, shrugging. 

“It’s no big deal. I’d do it anytime. Now, get in there, I’m sure Greg is missing you,” he jokes some more and I giggle, nodding. 

“Ok. Come on. Let’s go then,” I reply and he smiles, nodding.  

Together we walk to the room and through the door. I smile as I see Greg laughing at something Warrick had said as Sara pulls out food, handing it to those who are eating. He turns to see us and he frowns when he sees me. 

“Hey. What happened, Fruit loop?” he asks and I curse how well he knows me. 

“Its nothing, pooh. Really, I’m fine,” I reply and he shakes his head. 

“No. Something’s wrong. You’ve been crying and I heard yelling. They won’t tell me, so would you, please?” he practically begs as he points to the rest of our team who look at me. 

I make eye contact with Sara and she shrugs, making me take a deep breath. I take a step forward and nervously rub at my arm. 

“Don’t get mad though, okay…” I start with a heavy sigh. 

“I won’t. You can tell me,” he promises as he gives me a sad look. 

“You know the young boy from Demitrius’ room, right?” I ask him and he nods. 

“He came up to me in the hall, he was saying some very harsh things and the team came in just in time to have my back,” I hesitantly explain and he frowns. 

“Are you okay?” is the first thing he asks me and I smile softly. 

“I’m still a little shaken, but I’ll be fine,” I answer him and he frowns harder even if that’s possible. 

“Come here,” he almost commands, holding his arms out and I shake my head as a smile slowly grows on my face. 

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” I comment in a cheeky tone before walking over to him. 

I sit down on the bed next to him and warmth quickly takes me over as he wraps his arm around me, making me cuddled into his side. 

To Be Continued...

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