Fanfiction! Part Two! By Gabby Castillo
A.N.: Hola all, and welcome to Fanfiction! Part Two! I adopted Merccy's Fanfiction!, and this is my attempt to continue it as well as she wrote it! It's nowhere near as good as the original, but I think it's still pretty good! I hope you all enjoy the continuation! Just to note... this starts where Merccy's fic left off, many people from random stupid shows crowd the lab, our favorite characters randomly disappear and the fanficion CSI is reading is lacking in any English whatsoever! Alrighty, on with the story!
Disclaimer: CSI and all the characters do NOT belong to me, but when I take over the world they will! Muahahahaha!!!
Once the lab had settled down from the unexpected (and unwanted) guests, and everyone had filed out, the Las Vegas CSI turned their attention back to the computer screen and the number of fan fictions that had not yet been read.
"Alrighty, any suggestions?" said Catherine, scrolling down the page.
"Nothing with people from other states and/or cities," offered Sara.
"And nothing written by a sugar high person with no concept of the English language," added Grissom.
"And please, for the love of God, no sl..." started Brass, but he was interrupted by Nick's shrill yell.
"Oh, don't even say it, that is a word of EVIL! Pure and utter EVIL!"
Brass threw his hands into the air in defense, then sat quietly next to the computer screen.
"Hey, how about that one," said Warrick, pointing to a highlighted story.
"Evidence. Grissom and Sara find something important at a crime scene. GSR. Looks safe enough," shrugged Sara.
"Hey, gun shot residue! It deals with a case! Finally, someone recognizes the fine work and integrity we bring into our jobs!" said Catherine excitedly. Somewhere up above, the author laughed hysterically.
She quickly grabbed hold of the mouse and click on the link. After a few long minutes, the page was loaded, and everyone began reading.
Grissom and Sara discover something extremely important at a crime scene. Contains some GSR, so if you don't like it, you can die! Die and go to fanfic hell!! ... anyway, please enjoy, and R&R!!
"Okie dokie then... a little psychotic, but I'm sure it's still good," said Nick.
Everyone stared at him, shaking their heads.
"What?" he asked, before everyone continued reading.
It had been a relatively slow night for the CSI night shift. That is, until a case was called in. A case that would change the lives of two CSI's... forever.
The five CSI's and Brass turned to look at Greg, who was now standing behind them, looking over their shoulders at the computer screen. He calmly sipped on a cup of coffee, and smiled at them as they continued to stare.
"Greg, when did you come in?" asked Warrick.
"I didn't," he said, slowly backing out of the room, "it's all an illuuuuusionnnn!"
Catherine shook her head, "We seriously need to get him into Caffeine Addicts Anonymous."
"Shhh, it's getting good!" said Sara, who had already started reading again.
"I've got a case, and Sara, you're going to work it with me," said Grissom, handing her a file with the details.
"Ok," said Sara shrugging, before she followed him out to his Tahoe.
The ride to the scene was quiet. Sara didn't feel like talking to Grissom, because for the last few months he had treated her like crap, and now she wanted him to feel as miserable as she had.
Sara and Grissom exchanged a look, but quickly turned away, fearful that someone might notice. But in their heads they couldn't help but think this was already looking familiar.
Finally they were at the scene alone. Quietly they gathered evidence until Grissom spoke. "Sara, why won't you talk to me?"
"Because you're a jerk, and have treated me like crap for God knows how long. I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine." She said harshly, before turning back to the evidence.
Grissom heard her sniffle, and his heart fell. He knew that he had been distant, and yeah, he had been an evil jerk (stupid evil Grissom, breaking Sara's heart like that!! Errr... anyway, back to the story...) but he never thought that he had hurt Sara that bad. After all, he loved her.
"Awwww, that's so cute," said Catherine, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Yeah, this stuff is so much better then sl..." started Brass.
"NOOOOO!! I swear to you Jim Brass, I will NOT hesitate to grab your gun and shoot you if you say that word!" shouted Nick. Brass just shook his head and shut up.
"Wait, wait, wait... I thought this was supposed to be about a case?" questioned Grissom nervously.
"Yeah... it said GSR... and it's yet to mention anything about gun-shot residue. This story doesn't deliver what it promises, lets find a new one!" said Sara just as nervously.
"Wait," said Warrick, "let's just keep going. It might get back on subject. Besides, this 'thing' between you and Griss is kinda funny."
Sara and Grissom shifted nervously as they continued on.
Grissom stood up and walked over to Sara, kneeling down beside her. "Sara, I'm so sorry, honey. I never meant for it to be like this. I love you, I really do, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
Sara looked up at him and smiled, "Really?" "Yes," he said.
They stared at each other intensely, then slowly, Grissom leaned in and placed his lips on Sara's. The kiss was hesitant at first, but soon it became passionate and exploring.
"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" asked Warrick, chuckling.
"It's just you," said Sara between clenched teeth.
"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say this was making you a little nervous, Sara," said Nick laughing.
"I... am... NOT... nervous!" yelled Sara, her face turning red.
"I'll shut up now," said Nick.
Sara broke the kiss and stared breathlessly at Grissom. She licked her lips, could still taste him on her. She frowned, "We can't do this here." "I know... your place or mine?" Grissom said with a smirk. "Which is closer?" Sara said back.
Quickly they finished collecting evidence, and then ran for Grissom's Tahoe. After a quick stop at the lab to drop off their evidence, they where heading for Grissom's townhouse, where things would heat up...
So, what will happen next? Wanna know? Go to the next chapter to find out!
Catherine smiled and stared at everyone around her, especially at her supervisor and the brunette sitting next to him. They looked absolutely mortified.
"So, shall we continue?"
"NO!" Grissom and Sara said in unison.
"Aw, but this one was getting good!" said Brass, standing up out of his chair to stretch.
"Nuh uh, there is no way we are gonna finish this one!" said Sara.
"I can't believe it. They could have had a perfectly good story about a crime and they ruined it!" said Grissom, "They didn't even say one thing about GSR, or anything!"
"I'm SO confused now," said Nick, scratching his head.
"Well, I liked it," said Catherine.
"It doesn't matter, we're not going to finish it. Now, let's take a break. We should get some work done tonight or the sheriff is going to start to wonder what's up," said Grissom.
Everyone mumbled and filed out of the room. Everyone, except Sara. She stayed seated in her chair. Grissom let out a sigh and sank into the chair next to her.
"How do you think someone found out about that?" asked Sara.
"I have no idea... you don't think Catherine, Nick and Warrick suspect anything, do you?" said Grissom, a look of concern on his face.
"No, not yet anyway. As long as we don't read anymore of those kinds of fanfics they won't," Sara leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "And as long as I don't stay in here alone with you any longer. See ya in a bit."
Sara got up and walked out of the room, leaving Grissom sitting at the computer, idly scrolling for the next story...