:guffaw:Nick made Mia turn pink. :lol: That's too funny.
Loved her grumbling about Nick's driving. And Greg asking when they became best friends. :lol:
good chapter!
Will You Defeat Them? (LV, Part 3)
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:guffaw:Nick made Mia turn pink. :lol: That's too funny.
Loved her grumbling about Nick's driving. And Greg asking when they became best friends. :lol:
good chapter!
racefh853629
Pathologist
There are two people in Las Vegas that can make Mia turn pink. Nick, and Greg.
Unless Grissom catches them doing something dirty... but that hasn't happened yet.
Last Greg knew, they had a grudging respect for each other, but weren't really friends. Nick kinda gained in her eyes after he came to visit her at the end of the second story and when he kept everything secret from the group. So, that's where the comment came from. But, of course Mia would complain about Nick's driving... she complains about everything haha.
Glad you're enjoying it. Here's the final chapter. The ringtone is from the song "Sick Cycle Carosel" by Lifehouse.
*~*~*~*
Epilogue: Welcome Back… Take 2
Mia sat in the break room as Catherine slipped in with the cake. “He didn’t come in with you, did he?” she asked. Mia shook her head.
“Nah,” she replied. “He slept at his own place. Said he had something to do early today and that he didn’t want to wake me up.” Catherine nodded, smiling.
“Good, good.” Warrick walked in, carrying Mylar balloons reading ‘Welcome Back!’
“He’s not here, right?” he asked. Mia shook her head. “Good.” He strategically placed them around the room as Nick walked in with some pizza.
“When’s he supposed to get here?” he asked.
“No clue, Porky,” Mia said, smiling.
“He left your ass last night?”
“Nah, I made him stay at his place. I got sick of him.” Nick shook his head, laughing, before patting her on the shoulder.
“You’re too much, kid.” She winked, smirking.
“Maybe for you, but not for him.” He shook his head, and sat down on the couch. Grissom walked in a moment later, trailed by Archie and Wendy. Mandy followed soon, and James was the last to walk in. The group chatted amongst themselves as they waited for Greg.
*~*~*~*
If shame had a face, I think it’d kind of look like mine. If it had a home, would it be my eyes?
Mia groaned, pulling out her cell phone. She flipped it open quickly. “What’s up, Psycho?” she said into it.
“Well, good evening to you too,” Greg retorted.
“Good evening. What do you want?”
“So curt.”
“Greg, come on.”
“I just wanted to hear your voice.” She blushed, smiling.
“Yeah, I bet.”
“No, I’m serious. I couldn’t wait until coming in. I had to hear from you now.”
“Where are you?”
“Driving. I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay, good.”
“Why’s that good?”
“Just… because.”
“Aww, I think that’s the closest you’ll get to saying that you really wanna see me.” She chuckled.
“Maybe, maybe not,” she said teasingly. The rest of the room looked at one another.
“It is, and you know it,” he replied. She shook her head.
“Whatever, Psycho.”
“I love you. I’ll see you soon.”
“Love you too. Drive safe.”
“Will do. Bye.”
“Bye.” She hung up, and everyone watched her. “What?”
“So, what’d Greg have to say?” Nick asked, winking.
“He’s on his way,” she replied.
“Why’d he call?”
“Because he’s a goofball.” They all chuckled, and everyone went back to talking until Greg came into the room a few minutes later.
“What the…” he began.
“Welcome back!” everyone cheered. Greg smiled, shaking his head.
“You guys are too much.”
“Blame Nick,” Mia said. “I always do.” Everyone laughed.
“Actually, this was Catherine’s idea,” Nick said.
“Thanks,” Greg said. “To all of you. You guys are amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” Catherine said, hugging him. “Welcome back, sweetie.”
“Thanks.” Everyone hugged him, shook his hand, or patted him on the back. After a little bit, Grissom cleared his throat.
“Alright, guys,” he said. “We have a lot of work to do tonight. Mia, you and Warrick have a 419 in the desert. Nick, you and Catherine have a 415B at the Tangiers. Greg, you’re with me. We have a dead body at Lake Mead.” Everyone nodded, starting to disperse. Greg gave Mia a quick kiss on the cheek before they separated for their crime scenes.
*~*~*~*
The next time that night the two of them met again was in the locker room as they were getting ready to go home. Mia and Warrick had been run through the ringer with their case, chasing their tails and leads that went back to themselves. On the other hand, Grissom and Greg had a simple case, something both of them were thankful for. Mia was slouched on the bench when Greg bounced in. “Hey, babe,” he said cheerfully.
“Hi,” she grunted. He opened his locker before stopping and looking at her. He frowned.
“Rough case.”
“The worst. All our leads are dead ends or trace back to the vic. It’s a professional hit and body dump, and we have nothing. It’s so frustrating.” Greg nodded.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He put his hand on her shoulders, rubbing them tenderly. She leaned toward him, closing her eyes. “I’ve been there before.” She nodded.
“Yeah. Warrick keeps telling me that this is all we can do, but I feel like there’s more.”
“So go home, sleep on it. You’ll think of something.” She nodded, keeping her eyes closed.
“How was your case?”
“Simple. Accidental drowning.”
“Lucky.”
“I think Grissom’s starting me more simple. I just got out of the hospital a month ago.” She shrugged.
“Probably. Don’t want you going off the deep end again.”
“I don’t think that’s possible, though.”
“Why not?” she asked, looking up at him. He smiled.
“Because I have you,” he said. She rolled her eyes, smiling.
“Yeah, you would say that.”
“I mean it. When you left, I realized how much I need you in my life. I love you more than words could ever say, so… I’m kinda hoping this helps.” She looked confused as he dug into his pocket.
“Umm…” she began as he pulled out a box. He opened it, revealing a diamond ring on a white gold band, because he remembered how much she hated normal gold.
“Mia, will you marry me?”
The End.
Unless Grissom catches them doing something dirty... but that hasn't happened yet.
Last Greg knew, they had a grudging respect for each other, but weren't really friends. Nick kinda gained in her eyes after he came to visit her at the end of the second story and when he kept everything secret from the group. So, that's where the comment came from.
But, of course Mia would complain about Nick's driving... she complains about everything haha.Glad you're enjoying it. Here's the final chapter.
The ringtone is from the song "Sick Cycle Carosel" by Lifehouse. *~*~*~*
Epilogue: Welcome Back… Take 2
Mia sat in the break room as Catherine slipped in with the cake. “He didn’t come in with you, did he?” she asked. Mia shook her head.
“Nah,” she replied. “He slept at his own place. Said he had something to do early today and that he didn’t want to wake me up.” Catherine nodded, smiling.
“Good, good.” Warrick walked in, carrying Mylar balloons reading ‘Welcome Back!’
“He’s not here, right?” he asked. Mia shook her head. “Good.” He strategically placed them around the room as Nick walked in with some pizza.
“When’s he supposed to get here?” he asked.
“No clue, Porky,” Mia said, smiling.
“He left your ass last night?”
“Nah, I made him stay at his place. I got sick of him.” Nick shook his head, laughing, before patting her on the shoulder.
“You’re too much, kid.” She winked, smirking.
“Maybe for you, but not for him.” He shook his head, and sat down on the couch. Grissom walked in a moment later, trailed by Archie and Wendy. Mandy followed soon, and James was the last to walk in. The group chatted amongst themselves as they waited for Greg.
*~*~*~*
If shame had a face, I think it’d kind of look like mine. If it had a home, would it be my eyes?
Mia groaned, pulling out her cell phone. She flipped it open quickly. “What’s up, Psycho?” she said into it.
“Well, good evening to you too,” Greg retorted.
“Good evening. What do you want?”
“So curt.”
“Greg, come on.”
“I just wanted to hear your voice.” She blushed, smiling.
“Yeah, I bet.”
“No, I’m serious. I couldn’t wait until coming in. I had to hear from you now.”
“Where are you?”
“Driving. I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay, good.”
“Why’s that good?”
“Just… because.”
“Aww, I think that’s the closest you’ll get to saying that you really wanna see me.” She chuckled.
“Maybe, maybe not,” she said teasingly. The rest of the room looked at one another.
“It is, and you know it,” he replied. She shook her head.
“Whatever, Psycho.”
“I love you. I’ll see you soon.”
“Love you too. Drive safe.”
“Will do. Bye.”
“Bye.” She hung up, and everyone watched her. “What?”
“So, what’d Greg have to say?” Nick asked, winking.
“He’s on his way,” she replied.
“Why’d he call?”
“Because he’s a goofball.” They all chuckled, and everyone went back to talking until Greg came into the room a few minutes later.
“What the…” he began.
“Welcome back!” everyone cheered. Greg smiled, shaking his head.
“You guys are too much.”
“Blame Nick,” Mia said. “I always do.” Everyone laughed.
“Actually, this was Catherine’s idea,” Nick said.
“Thanks,” Greg said. “To all of you. You guys are amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” Catherine said, hugging him. “Welcome back, sweetie.”
“Thanks.” Everyone hugged him, shook his hand, or patted him on the back. After a little bit, Grissom cleared his throat.
“Alright, guys,” he said. “We have a lot of work to do tonight. Mia, you and Warrick have a 419 in the desert. Nick, you and Catherine have a 415B at the Tangiers. Greg, you’re with me. We have a dead body at Lake Mead.” Everyone nodded, starting to disperse. Greg gave Mia a quick kiss on the cheek before they separated for their crime scenes.
*~*~*~*
The next time that night the two of them met again was in the locker room as they were getting ready to go home. Mia and Warrick had been run through the ringer with their case, chasing their tails and leads that went back to themselves. On the other hand, Grissom and Greg had a simple case, something both of them were thankful for. Mia was slouched on the bench when Greg bounced in. “Hey, babe,” he said cheerfully.
“Hi,” she grunted. He opened his locker before stopping and looking at her. He frowned.
“Rough case.”
“The worst. All our leads are dead ends or trace back to the vic. It’s a professional hit and body dump, and we have nothing. It’s so frustrating.” Greg nodded.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He put his hand on her shoulders, rubbing them tenderly. She leaned toward him, closing her eyes. “I’ve been there before.” She nodded.
“Yeah. Warrick keeps telling me that this is all we can do, but I feel like there’s more.”
“So go home, sleep on it. You’ll think of something.” She nodded, keeping her eyes closed.
“How was your case?”
“Simple. Accidental drowning.”
“Lucky.”
“I think Grissom’s starting me more simple. I just got out of the hospital a month ago.” She shrugged.
“Probably. Don’t want you going off the deep end again.”
“I don’t think that’s possible, though.”
“Why not?” she asked, looking up at him. He smiled.
“Because I have you,” he said. She rolled her eyes, smiling.
“Yeah, you would say that.”
“I mean it. When you left, I realized how much I need you in my life. I love you more than words could ever say, so… I’m kinda hoping this helps.” She looked confused as he dug into his pocket.
“Umm…” she began as he pulled out a box. He opened it, revealing a diamond ring on a white gold band, because he remembered how much she hated normal gold.
“Mia, will you marry me?”
The End.
I love Sick Cycle Carousel!
I too prefer white gold or silver to normal gold.
I laughed out loud at the "blame Nick I always do" part. :lol:
Nice ending too.
Loved it!
I too prefer white gold or silver to normal gold.
I laughed out loud at the "blame Nick I always do" part. :lol:
Nice ending too.
Loved it!
racefh853629
Pathologist
Me too... I think it's a great song. And I'm a fan of rose gold myself
I think that's one of my favorite lines, too.
Glad you enjoyed the story. There will be a fourth (I just haven't gotten too far with it yet).
And I'm a fan of rose gold myself I think that's one of my favorite lines, too.
Glad you enjoyed the story. There will be a fourth (I just haven't gotten too far with it yet).
Rose gold is kind of pretty too.