hello everyone. yes yes, i'm attempting another story. i'm hoping this story will be longer. *crosses fingers*. Of course, it's about Snickers. but, i decided to add in a little bit of YoBling. so... i hope you enjoy. i'm just going to play this story out. not really sure were i want it to head yet but i'm excited to find out!!
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Chapter 1
“I’m telling you man, Spider Man 3 sucks,” Greg said, trying to get Nick to change his mind on seeing it.
“The previews look so good though,” Nick replied, turning the corner into the break room where Catherine and Warrick sat watching the wanna-be tv.
“What are you two arguing about now?” Warrick asked, knowing that Greg and Nick never get through a day without ticking each other off.
Greg smiled- were they really that predictable, “Rick, tell Nick that Spidey 3 sucks.”
“No,” Nick wasn’t going to loose the movie-argument without a fight, “You just don’t like it, Greg, because Mary-Jane isn’t single in it.”
Greg let out a good natured laugh, “Not that that isn’t true, Mary-Jane should be mine, but the writing’s just plain horrible.”
Nick rolled his eyes. Greg’s crushes always changed. His last crush was on Jessica Simpson, which happened shortly after watching ‘Dukes Of Hazard’. But there was always that one crush Nick was actually happy about when Greg gave up. Mostly because he didn’t want Greg to have a crush on his future wife.
Warrick smiled at the two CSIs. It wasn’t anything new. Greg and Nick loved to get on each other’s nerves; just like two brothers. Picking stupid, pointless fights just to create some excitement. But he always hoped they’d never have to argue about a certain woman they both seemed to have a thing for. Hopefully one of them have given up. Of course, Warrick already knew who would win. Not that he was planning on bring that topic up.
“I have to agree with Greggo on this one, Nick. I defiantly liked the first two better.” Warrick said, getting an evil glare from Nick and a satisfied smile from Greg.
“See,” Greg said, a smile of victory plastered across his face.
Catherine finally tore her eyes away from the small tv and decided to get involved in the heated argument.
“I actually like the third one best,” Catherine said, “good plot.” She smiled over at Warrick, remembering the evening they went together to see it. It wasn’t anything special. They both had the night off and both really wanted to see it. Nothing more then a movie with a very close friend. Of course, Catherine was still trying to convince herself of that.
Warrick nodded. The plot was good, not that he was actually paying attention to it with Catherine sitting so close beside him. The smell of her perfume, her bouncy strawberry-blond hair, the softness of her arm, which was touching his throughout the whole movie. Yes, he’s a married man, but even married men can still fantasize. Right?
“All I’m saying man is don’t waste your money on it. I heard Rush Hour 3's coming out! Are we going to see that together?” Greg asked, referring to the whole team. When Rush Hour 1 and 2 came out the whole team went out and saw it. Greg had to practically push them into the theater, but he did eventually get them all in.
“Yeah, sure man,” Nick said, patting Greg on the shoulder and walking out of the break room. Not that he didn’t mind going to the movies with the whole team, he’s just always wanted to go with one of them on them in particular. He could never really find the words to ask her though. Of course, he’s planned a couple scenarios in his mind, but he always found something wrong with each one. She might think they’re just going as friends, maybe she’d notice he was actually asking her out, but she didn’t have the same feelings back, or maybe she was already seeing someone. Either way, he decided to just be happy that he can sit beside her when they go on their little group dates. At least then he wouldn’t creep her out.
It was only the beginning of shift and he was already losing focus on why he was here– to solve crimes. Not to fantasize about his lovely co-worker. Wondering what perfume she’s wearing today, the colour of her sparkling eyes, the way she has her hair... he was already losing it!
But lately he’s been forced to fantasize about her more because he never seemed to have cases with her anymore. At first it didn’t bother him; he wouldn’t get distracted by her gorgeous eyes and enchanting smile. But now it was a hold different story. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Wondering where she is, if she’s ok, if she’s smiling or crying; knowing he wasn’t there to help her, know if she was attacked, he wouldn’t be there to save her. Before his attraction to her was pretty much physical. He got turned on every time she wore a low-cut shirt or moved her hips, causing his eyes to literally pop out of their sockets. But now it was different. Not that he didn’t think she was pretty; he thought she was the most drop-dead prettiest girl in the world, but something changed. He wasn’t sure if it was from his horrifying experience underground or just maturity kicking in, but either way, he knew that his attraction to her was becoming more then your usual crush.
She seemed to always be the one to make him laugh when times were hard, she was always there to tell him when he needed to cool down and focus on the case; she was his sunshine. Whenever he starred at her, instead of picturing her with little to no clothes on, he started to picture her in a white dress, long vale, flowers in hand, heading down the aisle to his awaiting arm.
In the past years, he tried to convince himself that his attraction to her was another one of those high school crushes. He dated different woman, trying to prove to himself that his crush was nothing. The only thing he proved was that she was the one; she was his. Now telling her that was a completely different story. Why was loving Sara Sidle so complicated?
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Grissom and Sara walked briskly into the silent break room. Coffee in hand, they sat downat the table were Greg sat, flipping through the latest ‘Life & Style’ magazine, only stopping on pictures of his newest crush- Jennifer Aniston.
“Assignments” Grissom said, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and stare at him. Grissom took that as a good sign and carried on, “Greg- 419 in Hendersen. Dead teen. You’re going solo. K?”
“Good with me,” Greg replied, grabbing the paper from Grissom’s hand and giving the rest of the team a smug look, know full well that they all love working solo, before existing the room.
“Catherine and Warrick,” Grissom said, looking at the comfy pair on the couch with a smiles, “double homicide. Two strippers found dead in their lounge place. Dollz Strip Club. Vega’s there waiting for you.”
Warrick stood up and extended his hand to Catherine, who accepted it and was pulled up. They walked over to Grissom and grabbed to sheet of paper from his hand. Without a word, the pair walked out of the break room and toward Warrick’s SUV.
“So,” Sara said with a smile, “what do I have?”
“You want solo.” Grissom stated, knowing Sara loves working alone on cases.
“I don’t care,” Sara said, still hoping to get her solo.
Grissom smiled. “I would give it to you but they’re asking for me. There’s bugs; I love bugs.”
Sara nodded. Grissom did love his bugs, “So... what do I have?”
“419 in Tonopha. Couple hour drive. Teen girl murdered. No witnesses. Not sure who you detective is.” Grissom replied, giving Sara the paper, “you and Nick are working together.”
Sara’s face lite up. Not that she didn’t like working with her other co-workers; she did, but she always got excited when she got to work with Nick. They seemed to have this chemistry when they were together. He always made her laugh and made everything feel like it’ll be ok.
“Oh and Sar,” Grissom said, stopping Sara before she could go find Nick, “Tonopha is pretty far away. You and Nick might have to find a hotel or something to stay in while you’re working there.”
Sara nodded. No sense driving back and forth when you could just stay there, “Ok, I’ll tell Nick. See you later.”
“Bye Sar,” Grissom said with a smile. He couldn’t help but wish he could of given Nick the solo so he could go with Sara. He always had an attraction to Sara and noticed Nick seemed to have that look in his eyes whenever he stared at Sara. Grissom would never admit it, but he’d purposely given Sara and Nick different cases, hoping no one has noticed his attempt of keeping Nick at a distance, knowing full well that if he didn’t watch it, he wouldn’t stand a chance with Sara.
Nick, Grissom thought,You lucky bastard.
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Chapter 1
“I’m telling you man, Spider Man 3 sucks,” Greg said, trying to get Nick to change his mind on seeing it.
“The previews look so good though,” Nick replied, turning the corner into the break room where Catherine and Warrick sat watching the wanna-be tv.
“What are you two arguing about now?” Warrick asked, knowing that Greg and Nick never get through a day without ticking each other off.
Greg smiled- were they really that predictable, “Rick, tell Nick that Spidey 3 sucks.”
“No,” Nick wasn’t going to loose the movie-argument without a fight, “You just don’t like it, Greg, because Mary-Jane isn’t single in it.”
Greg let out a good natured laugh, “Not that that isn’t true, Mary-Jane should be mine, but the writing’s just plain horrible.”
Nick rolled his eyes. Greg’s crushes always changed. His last crush was on Jessica Simpson, which happened shortly after watching ‘Dukes Of Hazard’. But there was always that one crush Nick was actually happy about when Greg gave up. Mostly because he didn’t want Greg to have a crush on his future wife.
Warrick smiled at the two CSIs. It wasn’t anything new. Greg and Nick loved to get on each other’s nerves; just like two brothers. Picking stupid, pointless fights just to create some excitement. But he always hoped they’d never have to argue about a certain woman they both seemed to have a thing for. Hopefully one of them have given up. Of course, Warrick already knew who would win. Not that he was planning on bring that topic up.
“I have to agree with Greggo on this one, Nick. I defiantly liked the first two better.” Warrick said, getting an evil glare from Nick and a satisfied smile from Greg.
“See,” Greg said, a smile of victory plastered across his face.
Catherine finally tore her eyes away from the small tv and decided to get involved in the heated argument.
“I actually like the third one best,” Catherine said, “good plot.” She smiled over at Warrick, remembering the evening they went together to see it. It wasn’t anything special. They both had the night off and both really wanted to see it. Nothing more then a movie with a very close friend. Of course, Catherine was still trying to convince herself of that.
Warrick nodded. The plot was good, not that he was actually paying attention to it with Catherine sitting so close beside him. The smell of her perfume, her bouncy strawberry-blond hair, the softness of her arm, which was touching his throughout the whole movie. Yes, he’s a married man, but even married men can still fantasize. Right?
“All I’m saying man is don’t waste your money on it. I heard Rush Hour 3's coming out! Are we going to see that together?” Greg asked, referring to the whole team. When Rush Hour 1 and 2 came out the whole team went out and saw it. Greg had to practically push them into the theater, but he did eventually get them all in.
“Yeah, sure man,” Nick said, patting Greg on the shoulder and walking out of the break room. Not that he didn’t mind going to the movies with the whole team, he’s just always wanted to go with one of them on them in particular. He could never really find the words to ask her though. Of course, he’s planned a couple scenarios in his mind, but he always found something wrong with each one. She might think they’re just going as friends, maybe she’d notice he was actually asking her out, but she didn’t have the same feelings back, or maybe she was already seeing someone. Either way, he decided to just be happy that he can sit beside her when they go on their little group dates. At least then he wouldn’t creep her out.
It was only the beginning of shift and he was already losing focus on why he was here– to solve crimes. Not to fantasize about his lovely co-worker. Wondering what perfume she’s wearing today, the colour of her sparkling eyes, the way she has her hair... he was already losing it!
But lately he’s been forced to fantasize about her more because he never seemed to have cases with her anymore. At first it didn’t bother him; he wouldn’t get distracted by her gorgeous eyes and enchanting smile. But now it was a hold different story. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Wondering where she is, if she’s ok, if she’s smiling or crying; knowing he wasn’t there to help her, know if she was attacked, he wouldn’t be there to save her. Before his attraction to her was pretty much physical. He got turned on every time she wore a low-cut shirt or moved her hips, causing his eyes to literally pop out of their sockets. But now it was different. Not that he didn’t think she was pretty; he thought she was the most drop-dead prettiest girl in the world, but something changed. He wasn’t sure if it was from his horrifying experience underground or just maturity kicking in, but either way, he knew that his attraction to her was becoming more then your usual crush.
She seemed to always be the one to make him laugh when times were hard, she was always there to tell him when he needed to cool down and focus on the case; she was his sunshine. Whenever he starred at her, instead of picturing her with little to no clothes on, he started to picture her in a white dress, long vale, flowers in hand, heading down the aisle to his awaiting arm.
In the past years, he tried to convince himself that his attraction to her was another one of those high school crushes. He dated different woman, trying to prove to himself that his crush was nothing. The only thing he proved was that she was the one; she was his. Now telling her that was a completely different story. Why was loving Sara Sidle so complicated?
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Grissom and Sara walked briskly into the silent break room. Coffee in hand, they sat downat the table were Greg sat, flipping through the latest ‘Life & Style’ magazine, only stopping on pictures of his newest crush- Jennifer Aniston.
“Assignments” Grissom said, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and stare at him. Grissom took that as a good sign and carried on, “Greg- 419 in Hendersen. Dead teen. You’re going solo. K?”
“Good with me,” Greg replied, grabbing the paper from Grissom’s hand and giving the rest of the team a smug look, know full well that they all love working solo, before existing the room.
“Catherine and Warrick,” Grissom said, looking at the comfy pair on the couch with a smiles, “double homicide. Two strippers found dead in their lounge place. Dollz Strip Club. Vega’s there waiting for you.”
Warrick stood up and extended his hand to Catherine, who accepted it and was pulled up. They walked over to Grissom and grabbed to sheet of paper from his hand. Without a word, the pair walked out of the break room and toward Warrick’s SUV.
“So,” Sara said with a smile, “what do I have?”
“You want solo.” Grissom stated, knowing Sara loves working alone on cases.
“I don’t care,” Sara said, still hoping to get her solo.
Grissom smiled. “I would give it to you but they’re asking for me. There’s bugs; I love bugs.”
Sara nodded. Grissom did love his bugs, “So... what do I have?”
“419 in Tonopha. Couple hour drive. Teen girl murdered. No witnesses. Not sure who you detective is.” Grissom replied, giving Sara the paper, “you and Nick are working together.”
Sara’s face lite up. Not that she didn’t like working with her other co-workers; she did, but she always got excited when she got to work with Nick. They seemed to have this chemistry when they were together. He always made her laugh and made everything feel like it’ll be ok.
“Oh and Sar,” Grissom said, stopping Sara before she could go find Nick, “Tonopha is pretty far away. You and Nick might have to find a hotel or something to stay in while you’re working there.”
Sara nodded. No sense driving back and forth when you could just stay there, “Ok, I’ll tell Nick. See you later.”
“Bye Sar,” Grissom said with a smile. He couldn’t help but wish he could of given Nick the solo so he could go with Sara. He always had an attraction to Sara and noticed Nick seemed to have that look in his eyes whenever he stared at Sara. Grissom would never admit it, but he’d purposely given Sara and Nick different cases, hoping no one has noticed his attempt of keeping Nick at a distance, knowing full well that if he didn’t watch it, he wouldn’t stand a chance with Sara.
Nick, Grissom thought,You lucky bastard.
