twiztid4togo
Coroner
YAY a new part. OoOoO them both in towels...great part, please keep going I am so loving this.
Close Encounters of the Odd Kind....Ryan/Greg Slash
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SpeedsDaughter
CSI Level One
Yay! I'm one of the hoarde of people! 
Awesome... I wonder what the afternoon shall hold?
Awesome... I wonder what the afternoon shall hold?
CSI_in_training
CSI Level Two
Double towels! You totally rock. And our beautiful boys at the beach, that brings a smile to my face.
Wonderful work, love!
Wonderful work, love!
starzsgirl
Captain
Just to let everyone know Part 7 is on hold until I finish working on the current play at school. Hope everyone understand, thanks for reading!
twiztid4togo
Coroner
No prob I can wait I know how hectic life can be. Just take your time and make it the best you can. HINT : more towels scenes would be nice!!! J/P
J/P
CSI_in_training
CSI Level Two
That's okay. We'll stick around and wait for you.
starzsgirl
Captain
Well if I tried writing anything now....they wuld all sound like Yoopers form Escanaba in Da Moonlight. I don't think Ryan and Greg are anywhere near Yoopers! :lol:
CSI_in_training
CSI Level Two
Well, we'll wait for you to come up with your amazing work. Sending you all the inspiratin we can find!
starzsgirl
Captain
An update...sadly I don't have any story to offer. I will do my best to get back on track, but when I tried to right I was stuck.
I'm not going to force anything because then it won't turn out well. But I did want to let everyone know I am working on it.
I'm not going to force anything because then it won't turn out well. But I did want to let everyone know I am working on it.
starzsgirl
Captain
Alrighty I've got the next part ready to go. I'm sorry it's taken this long, but RL can be a pain in the arse sometimes. Enjoy!
The sun streamed down on the pair as they made their way across the hot sand to the cooler, salty water. They stood there for a few minutes before Greg made a few sudden movements.
“I’m taking off my shoes, rolling up my pants, and going in. Coming with?” There was a glint of hope in his voice.
“I’m not big on the germ factor of the water, but by all means please go and have fun. I’ll be here sitting.”
Greg’s face fell a bit before he turned an ran full force into an incoming wave. Ryan knew that he had let his new friend down, but his OCD was kicking in big time.
As he sat and watched Greg play tag with some kids amongst the waves, Ryan felt his phone vibrate and was taken a back by the number that appeared.
“H, what can I do for you? And please don’t say another body guard job. I’ve had enough of that profession for a while.”
“No, Mr. Wolfe I’m actually calling to let you know that I expect to see you in the lab bright and early Monday morning.”
“Are you serious? They reinstated me? Wow. Yea I’ll be there on Monday. See you then. And H? Thanks for everything.”
“You’re welcome Mr. Wolfe and welcome back to the team”
Ryan clicked his phone shut and a huge smile spread across his face. Back to the lab was all that he wanted for the past few months and finally it was coming true. Someone upstairs sure was looking out for him, even if it was Stetler, someone cared.
Greg slowly made his way out of the water and back to where Ryan was and flopped next to the other man. Sand flew a bit with the force of Greg’s hitting the ground.
“After you dry off and loose the sand I have an idea of where to go for some lunch. How does Italian sound?”
“Anything sounds good right now, I’ve worked up quite an appetite with that swim.” He said laying back on the warm sand and closing his eyes, letting the sun start to dry him off and even a bit of color.
Forty five minutes later Greg’s clothes were dry enough that he could shake the sand off of his clothes, and Ryan was in the wake of the spray.
Ryan sputtered as he tried to talk. “Thanks I really needed another shower today.”
“Oh you liked it, besides we can always wash it out later.” A wink was sent the other man’s way as they headed towards the car.
The drive to the restaurant took a bit longer than Ryan had predicted, he forgot to account for the construction that was going on down the road at the marina. He gripped the steering wheel not wanting to show that the traffic backup was getting to him.
The blowing of a horn and a soft, sweet voice calling his name broke Ryan and Greg out of their trances.
“Hey Ryan, good to see you out and about. Horatio told me about Monday and I can’t wait to see you back in the lab. I’ve missed you!” The southern drawl was unmistakably Calleigh, and she was waving out the Hummer window on what seemed like her way back to the lab.
“Hey Cal!” He answered with a wave as the traffic started to move, thankful that she didn’t see how red his face was turning.
“Who was that hot lady back there? She was quite easy on the eyes. And what was she talking about a lab? I thought you worked at the gun range. Is there something that I should be knowing?” Greg raised his eyebrow and turn to the bright red Ryan.
“We’re here. I’ll explain everything when we get inside. And believe me it’s going to take a while so it’s a good thing they have slow service here.” He sighed as he parked the car, exited, and then held the door open for Greg and they plunged into the dimly lit restaurant.
The thick, red carpet squished under Greg’s feet as he followed Ryan and the host to a table far in the back away from the rest of the lunch crowd. They were seated and he picked up the menu only to be surprised to see that the prices were reasonable rather than sky high.
“Wow I thought with a place this nice I’d have to cut off a leg to afford it.”
Ryan laughed from behind the menu. “That’s why I like it here, it looks rich but is inexpensive and totally a great place to hide.”
“I can see why. Not that I want to push anything, but what was up back there in the car. You suddenly weren’t yourself.”
Ryan was about to speak when the waiter came over and asked if they wanted something to drink. They ordered their food right away to keep from being interrupted again. Then Ryan took a big breath.
“I should start by saying I used to be a CSI. The rest started when I couldn’t stop gambling. I was addicted so badly that I would go during work. Even made a drop off and was caught on camera by a private investigator following me. Then I was called in and all the cases I had worked on were going to be reevaluated, so I have to do all the paper work that went with it, then had to sit and wait until I heard whether I got my job back. In the mean time I have to make ends meet so I took the job at the gun range, even a short stint as a body guard. Then I got a call from my boss today telling me that I need to report back to work on Monday because I was reinstated. So that’s my story. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner, but it’s a bit painful as you can already tell.”
Greg sat there speechless, which was a rare occasion for him, normally he had words or a quick witted come back. But this time was different his feeling were involved. He had to choose his words carefully, and then the idea hit him.
“I know someone who had the same type of problem. His name is Warrick and he’s one of my co-workers back in Vegas. His was so bad that he skipped court to play Blackjack and even had a judge threaten him because he placed the wrong bet. He went to meetings and it was hard to co cases in casinos, but he’s beaten it. Just like I bet you have, I have a good feeling about you.”
“Good to know that someone believes in me. I know my co-workers do, they just tend not to show it as much. Look out here come the food.”
The waiter placed the heaping plates of pasta and sauce in front of them, left a huge chunk of real Parmesan cheese with a grater, and then left to refill the drinks.
“You weren’t kidding when you said this place was affordable. I think I could eat all of this in one sitting, or maybe two. Depending on how much I talk.” Greg laughed as he did his best to shove a huge fork full in his mouth.
“I usually come here twice a week, sometimes more if I’m not in the mood to cook. Or if there is someone special to impress.” He looked across the table and raised his eyebrow at the man turning as red as the sauce on the plates.
“Wow, I have no words to top that. Congratulations you have left me speechless twice in one day. That’s not an easy thing for anyone to do.”
“Good to know I have a lasting effect. What do you say we get out of here and just walk along the main street. I can point out some sights, plus walk off some of this pasta.” He said with a smile as they each pulled out money to pay their half of the check and waddled outside into the bright sun.
As they walked down the street the sound of sirens pierced the quiet street and not too long after the start of the sound, the CSI Hummer was screaming by with H at the wheel and Delko in the passenger seat.
Ryan had to stop mid step and fish his ringing cell from his jeans pocket.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Wolfe, I need you to get to the corner of Ocean Drive and Palm as soon as you can.”
“I’m near there but I have an issue. No kit and I have a friend with me.”
“We have extra kits. As for your friend, bring them along and leave them with Frank. We need all hands on deck.”
Ryan closed his phone and let out a huge burst of air not knowing how to tell Greg that their afternoon alone was about to turn into a three ring circus.
“Well I have good news and some bad news. That was my boss and he needs me to work a huge scene. Bad news is you have to sit with the resident Detective Frank Tripp when I’m working. I hope you’re not too upset. And I’ll understand if you want to go back to your hotel room and chill out.”
“I’ll come along. It’ll fun to see you at work. Besides I’m always working scenes it will be nice to be on the other side for a change.”
The two men climbed into Ryan’s car and headed for the scene, both not knowing what they were about to get into.
The sun streamed down on the pair as they made their way across the hot sand to the cooler, salty water. They stood there for a few minutes before Greg made a few sudden movements.
“I’m taking off my shoes, rolling up my pants, and going in. Coming with?” There was a glint of hope in his voice.
“I’m not big on the germ factor of the water, but by all means please go and have fun. I’ll be here sitting.”
Greg’s face fell a bit before he turned an ran full force into an incoming wave. Ryan knew that he had let his new friend down, but his OCD was kicking in big time.
As he sat and watched Greg play tag with some kids amongst the waves, Ryan felt his phone vibrate and was taken a back by the number that appeared.
“H, what can I do for you? And please don’t say another body guard job. I’ve had enough of that profession for a while.”
“No, Mr. Wolfe I’m actually calling to let you know that I expect to see you in the lab bright and early Monday morning.”
“Are you serious? They reinstated me? Wow. Yea I’ll be there on Monday. See you then. And H? Thanks for everything.”
“You’re welcome Mr. Wolfe and welcome back to the team”
Ryan clicked his phone shut and a huge smile spread across his face. Back to the lab was all that he wanted for the past few months and finally it was coming true. Someone upstairs sure was looking out for him, even if it was Stetler, someone cared.
Greg slowly made his way out of the water and back to where Ryan was and flopped next to the other man. Sand flew a bit with the force of Greg’s hitting the ground.
“After you dry off and loose the sand I have an idea of where to go for some lunch. How does Italian sound?”
“Anything sounds good right now, I’ve worked up quite an appetite with that swim.” He said laying back on the warm sand and closing his eyes, letting the sun start to dry him off and even a bit of color.
Forty five minutes later Greg’s clothes were dry enough that he could shake the sand off of his clothes, and Ryan was in the wake of the spray.
Ryan sputtered as he tried to talk. “Thanks I really needed another shower today.”
“Oh you liked it, besides we can always wash it out later.” A wink was sent the other man’s way as they headed towards the car.
The drive to the restaurant took a bit longer than Ryan had predicted, he forgot to account for the construction that was going on down the road at the marina. He gripped the steering wheel not wanting to show that the traffic backup was getting to him.
The blowing of a horn and a soft, sweet voice calling his name broke Ryan and Greg out of their trances.
“Hey Ryan, good to see you out and about. Horatio told me about Monday and I can’t wait to see you back in the lab. I’ve missed you!” The southern drawl was unmistakably Calleigh, and she was waving out the Hummer window on what seemed like her way back to the lab.
“Hey Cal!” He answered with a wave as the traffic started to move, thankful that she didn’t see how red his face was turning.
“Who was that hot lady back there? She was quite easy on the eyes. And what was she talking about a lab? I thought you worked at the gun range. Is there something that I should be knowing?” Greg raised his eyebrow and turn to the bright red Ryan.
“We’re here. I’ll explain everything when we get inside. And believe me it’s going to take a while so it’s a good thing they have slow service here.” He sighed as he parked the car, exited, and then held the door open for Greg and they plunged into the dimly lit restaurant.
The thick, red carpet squished under Greg’s feet as he followed Ryan and the host to a table far in the back away from the rest of the lunch crowd. They were seated and he picked up the menu only to be surprised to see that the prices were reasonable rather than sky high.
“Wow I thought with a place this nice I’d have to cut off a leg to afford it.”
Ryan laughed from behind the menu. “That’s why I like it here, it looks rich but is inexpensive and totally a great place to hide.”
“I can see why. Not that I want to push anything, but what was up back there in the car. You suddenly weren’t yourself.”
Ryan was about to speak when the waiter came over and asked if they wanted something to drink. They ordered their food right away to keep from being interrupted again. Then Ryan took a big breath.
“I should start by saying I used to be a CSI. The rest started when I couldn’t stop gambling. I was addicted so badly that I would go during work. Even made a drop off and was caught on camera by a private investigator following me. Then I was called in and all the cases I had worked on were going to be reevaluated, so I have to do all the paper work that went with it, then had to sit and wait until I heard whether I got my job back. In the mean time I have to make ends meet so I took the job at the gun range, even a short stint as a body guard. Then I got a call from my boss today telling me that I need to report back to work on Monday because I was reinstated. So that’s my story. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner, but it’s a bit painful as you can already tell.”
Greg sat there speechless, which was a rare occasion for him, normally he had words or a quick witted come back. But this time was different his feeling were involved. He had to choose his words carefully, and then the idea hit him.
“I know someone who had the same type of problem. His name is Warrick and he’s one of my co-workers back in Vegas. His was so bad that he skipped court to play Blackjack and even had a judge threaten him because he placed the wrong bet. He went to meetings and it was hard to co cases in casinos, but he’s beaten it. Just like I bet you have, I have a good feeling about you.”
“Good to know that someone believes in me. I know my co-workers do, they just tend not to show it as much. Look out here come the food.”
The waiter placed the heaping plates of pasta and sauce in front of them, left a huge chunk of real Parmesan cheese with a grater, and then left to refill the drinks.
“You weren’t kidding when you said this place was affordable. I think I could eat all of this in one sitting, or maybe two. Depending on how much I talk.” Greg laughed as he did his best to shove a huge fork full in his mouth.
“I usually come here twice a week, sometimes more if I’m not in the mood to cook. Or if there is someone special to impress.” He looked across the table and raised his eyebrow at the man turning as red as the sauce on the plates.
“Wow, I have no words to top that. Congratulations you have left me speechless twice in one day. That’s not an easy thing for anyone to do.”
“Good to know I have a lasting effect. What do you say we get out of here and just walk along the main street. I can point out some sights, plus walk off some of this pasta.” He said with a smile as they each pulled out money to pay their half of the check and waddled outside into the bright sun.
As they walked down the street the sound of sirens pierced the quiet street and not too long after the start of the sound, the CSI Hummer was screaming by with H at the wheel and Delko in the passenger seat.
Ryan had to stop mid step and fish his ringing cell from his jeans pocket.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Wolfe, I need you to get to the corner of Ocean Drive and Palm as soon as you can.”
“I’m near there but I have an issue. No kit and I have a friend with me.”
“We have extra kits. As for your friend, bring them along and leave them with Frank. We need all hands on deck.”
Ryan closed his phone and let out a huge burst of air not knowing how to tell Greg that their afternoon alone was about to turn into a three ring circus.
“Well I have good news and some bad news. That was my boss and he needs me to work a huge scene. Bad news is you have to sit with the resident Detective Frank Tripp when I’m working. I hope you’re not too upset. And I’ll understand if you want to go back to your hotel room and chill out.”
“I’ll come along. It’ll fun to see you at work. Besides I’m always working scenes it will be nice to be on the other side for a change.”
The two men climbed into Ryan’s car and headed for the scene, both not knowing what they were about to get into.
twiztid4togo
Coroner
OOOOO..I'm on the edge of my seat now. I love this story and can't wait for more!! *hint hint*..write girly.
starzsgirl
Captain
Next part, sorry that it's so short. Enjoy!
Ryan pulled to the edge of the crime scene tape and hopped out of the car, closely followed by Greg. He walked right up to Frank and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Hey Frank, H told me to leave my friend with you. Just be nice to him, ok?”
“Wolfe, when have I ever not been nice to someone. Just go back into your job and we’ll get chatty over here.” Frank smiled as she gave Ryan a gentle push under the tape he held up for the younger man.
“So where do you know Wolfe from? Did you guys go to college together or something?” Frank asked the questions but he was too busy watching the CSIs find bodies and debris among semi trailer and the three cars that were mangled in various ways.
“Yea we went to college together for a while. Met at a Music in the Pub Night and hit it off.” Greg knew he was lying through his teeth but since Frank was facing the other way he wouldn’t know any difference to what Greg was rambling off.
“So what do you do? Anything special?” Frank was getting deeper to the core and Greg knew the lying had to stop or everything would unravel in front of his eyes.
“Well...I’m a CSI in Las Vegas, came down here to hang out with my friend on my vacation.”
“You’re a CSI? Dressed like that? Are you sure or are you pulling on my chain?” Frank had whirled around at this point and was staring down at Greg, who could feel the older man’s eyes burning though him.
“Seriously, here’s my ID badge.” Greg held out the card and it was easy to see he was trembling a bit.
“Well looks like we have another dust monkey in out midst. If this wasn’t a jurisdiction thing I would have let you in, but that requires paper work and calling. Right now we just don’t have the time.”
“That’s alright, I’m here to take a break form my job. Watching is just fine for me, thanks anyways.” Greg breathed a sigh of relief as he placed his ID back in his wallet and leaned against the police cruiser.
Ryan was busy sifting though glass, body parts, and twisted metal to notice that Greg was watching his every move, including when he squatted with his back to the cruiser. He had picked up another shovel full of glass when Delko approached and placed a hand on Ryan’s back.
“Hey, good to have you back. Sorry that it had to be on you time off. So who’s the puck rock guy standing with Tripp?”
“Oh that’s my friend Greg he’s visiting and since I had to come here he gets to spend quality time with Frank. Not how I’d like to spend my vacation but H said he needed everyone possible, so here I am and there the poor guy stands.”
“That does suck. Well maybe after we’re done we could all go out for a beer. Just hang out ya know like old times.”
“I’ll have to ask Greg what he wants to do but that sounds fine to me. But for now back to playing with little pieces of glass.” Ryan turned back to his work as Delko walked over to talk to Alexx about the bodies.
Greg could feel his body tense when he saw the strange man touch Ryan he was ready to jump over the tape and try to take the other man on. Soon he realized that the other man was a co-worker and no flirting was taking place. His muscles eased up a bit and he once again relaxed against the car.
“Way to be jealous Greg!” He mumbled to himself, catching the attention of Frank.
“Sad you’re not out there working the scene? I know how you feel I have to wait until they are done unless they find a suspect for me to hunt down. And if that happens you’re more than welcome to come along, give you something to do.”
“Sure I could always use a good ride in a police car. I like going fast.” Greg smiled to himself as he read a bit deeper into what he just stated.
“You’d make a really good police recruit, ever think of changing jobs?” Frank said putting a hand on Greg’s shoulder.
“Not really I like being a CSI, before that I was in the lab so getting out was a dream come true.”
“You started in the lab and then moved to the field. That is sure a change. I dunno if I could handle leaving the field for a desk job.” Frank said running his hand along his bald head.
They stood there for hours waiting for the smallest bit of evidence to be cleaned up and shipped over to the lab to be analyzed. It seemed like an eternity but once everything was done it was a caravan to the lab.
Once the sun had gown down, Ryan drug himself down the steps to where Greg leaned against the car he was ready to pass out.
“I’m sorry this had to happen. I’m so tired I think I’m ready to drop.”
“Well my hotel room is closer than your apartment, want to just crash there and go again in the morning?”
“Sure sounds good.” Ryan mumbled as he cuddled into the passenger seat. Greg had to fumble in Ryan’s jeans pocket for the keys since the younger man had fallen asleep as soon as he buckled himself in.
Greg started the car and slowly eased his way out of the parking lot, a bit scared that he was driving in a strange city but confident enough that he knew where he was going. A short while later he eased the car into the parking lot of the hotel and found a spot to pull into.
“Hey Ryan, wake up. We’re here. Come on Ryan wake up!” Greg shook the younger man until Ryan made noises about wanting more sleep.
“Did I really pass out? Wow sorry about that.”
“It’s alright, let’s go upstairs and get you comfortable. I need to check my messages and such anyways.” The two men smiled at one another and trudges up to the elevator and into Greg’s room.
Ryan pulled to the edge of the crime scene tape and hopped out of the car, closely followed by Greg. He walked right up to Frank and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Hey Frank, H told me to leave my friend with you. Just be nice to him, ok?”
“Wolfe, when have I ever not been nice to someone. Just go back into your job and we’ll get chatty over here.” Frank smiled as she gave Ryan a gentle push under the tape he held up for the younger man.
“So where do you know Wolfe from? Did you guys go to college together or something?” Frank asked the questions but he was too busy watching the CSIs find bodies and debris among semi trailer and the three cars that were mangled in various ways.
“Yea we went to college together for a while. Met at a Music in the Pub Night and hit it off.” Greg knew he was lying through his teeth but since Frank was facing the other way he wouldn’t know any difference to what Greg was rambling off.
“So what do you do? Anything special?” Frank was getting deeper to the core and Greg knew the lying had to stop or everything would unravel in front of his eyes.
“Well...I’m a CSI in Las Vegas, came down here to hang out with my friend on my vacation.”
“You’re a CSI? Dressed like that? Are you sure or are you pulling on my chain?” Frank had whirled around at this point and was staring down at Greg, who could feel the older man’s eyes burning though him.
“Seriously, here’s my ID badge.” Greg held out the card and it was easy to see he was trembling a bit.
“Well looks like we have another dust monkey in out midst. If this wasn’t a jurisdiction thing I would have let you in, but that requires paper work and calling. Right now we just don’t have the time.”
“That’s alright, I’m here to take a break form my job. Watching is just fine for me, thanks anyways.” Greg breathed a sigh of relief as he placed his ID back in his wallet and leaned against the police cruiser.
Ryan was busy sifting though glass, body parts, and twisted metal to notice that Greg was watching his every move, including when he squatted with his back to the cruiser. He had picked up another shovel full of glass when Delko approached and placed a hand on Ryan’s back.
“Hey, good to have you back. Sorry that it had to be on you time off. So who’s the puck rock guy standing with Tripp?”
“Oh that’s my friend Greg he’s visiting and since I had to come here he gets to spend quality time with Frank. Not how I’d like to spend my vacation but H said he needed everyone possible, so here I am and there the poor guy stands.”
“That does suck. Well maybe after we’re done we could all go out for a beer. Just hang out ya know like old times.”
“I’ll have to ask Greg what he wants to do but that sounds fine to me. But for now back to playing with little pieces of glass.” Ryan turned back to his work as Delko walked over to talk to Alexx about the bodies.
Greg could feel his body tense when he saw the strange man touch Ryan he was ready to jump over the tape and try to take the other man on. Soon he realized that the other man was a co-worker and no flirting was taking place. His muscles eased up a bit and he once again relaxed against the car.
“Way to be jealous Greg!” He mumbled to himself, catching the attention of Frank.
“Sad you’re not out there working the scene? I know how you feel I have to wait until they are done unless they find a suspect for me to hunt down. And if that happens you’re more than welcome to come along, give you something to do.”
“Sure I could always use a good ride in a police car. I like going fast.” Greg smiled to himself as he read a bit deeper into what he just stated.
“You’d make a really good police recruit, ever think of changing jobs?” Frank said putting a hand on Greg’s shoulder.
“Not really I like being a CSI, before that I was in the lab so getting out was a dream come true.”
“You started in the lab and then moved to the field. That is sure a change. I dunno if I could handle leaving the field for a desk job.” Frank said running his hand along his bald head.
They stood there for hours waiting for the smallest bit of evidence to be cleaned up and shipped over to the lab to be analyzed. It seemed like an eternity but once everything was done it was a caravan to the lab.
Once the sun had gown down, Ryan drug himself down the steps to where Greg leaned against the car he was ready to pass out.
“I’m sorry this had to happen. I’m so tired I think I’m ready to drop.”
“Well my hotel room is closer than your apartment, want to just crash there and go again in the morning?”
“Sure sounds good.” Ryan mumbled as he cuddled into the passenger seat. Greg had to fumble in Ryan’s jeans pocket for the keys since the younger man had fallen asleep as soon as he buckled himself in.
Greg started the car and slowly eased his way out of the parking lot, a bit scared that he was driving in a strange city but confident enough that he knew where he was going. A short while later he eased the car into the parking lot of the hotel and found a spot to pull into.
“Hey Ryan, wake up. We’re here. Come on Ryan wake up!” Greg shook the younger man until Ryan made noises about wanting more sleep.
“Did I really pass out? Wow sorry about that.”
“It’s alright, let’s go upstairs and get you comfortable. I need to check my messages and such anyways.” The two men smiled at one another and trudges up to the elevator and into Greg’s room.