Perfect Day - 3/24
Fandom: CSI:Crime Scene Investigation
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Disclaimer: I don´t own them but I love them dearly.
Summary: Grissom changes his mind, Greg is glad
Feedback: Yes, please. It´s the icing on my cake.
Word Count: 385
Released: May 2003
Beta: Anomaly, Monika
Grissom noticed an unusual silence when he entered the lab. No noise could be heard. No rock music roared. No grinning Greg Sanders danced around. "Greg?" Grissom called, a little perplexed. No answer. He searched all the rooms - not a trace of Greg anywhere. Where can he be? Is he drinking coffee again? Is he flirting with Sara? Grissom considered, furious. He went to his office. There, he found Greg lying on his couch, sleeping. Speechless, Grissom stared at him.
Greg slumbered peacefully and guilelessly. He looked so young, so pretty and so...
His bizarre thoughts infuriated Grissom even more. "Sanders! Wake up! Now!"
In an instant, Greg opened his eyes and jumped to his feet.
"What are you doing? Don't you have enough work?" Grissom raged.
"S-s-sure," the still drowsy Greg stuttered. "I only wanted, I only had..."
"We have to solve one of the worst murder cases and here you are, sleeping!" Grissom interrupted him. "When will I finally get the DNA results?"
Greg flinched under his tone.
Just now Grissom noticed the papers in the chemist´s hands.
Greg mustered all his courage. "I just wanted to explain that I already have all of the results. I worked the whole night. I wanted to give them to you personally. But you haven´t been here, and I just sat down here for a minute and obviously fell asleep. A 100% match. The suspect can be arrested and prosecuted."
Grissom tore the papers out of his hand and scanned them hastily. Suddenly he smiled, satisfied. "I´m sorry I yelled at you," he said, guiltily. "This is first-class work . You are the best chemist I have ever had."
Greg was overjoyed. Grissom didn't often praise him so generously. "No problem, Grissom."
His boss observed him a little more closely. "You must be really tired. If you want, you´re welcome to rest on my couch some more."
Greg laughed. "No thank you, I´d better not. If I do that, everyone might think I´m lazy."
Greg grinned broadly at Grissom´s visible embarrassment. It was a perfect day. "I prefer to go home!" he exclaimed merrily and went to the locker room.
You have to like this boy, Grissom thought, amused, though, he was shaking his head. "If only he would get a better haircut."