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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-08-23 08:46 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-08-23 08:46 pm
Greg/Valera - Weighing the Pros and Cons
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami
Title: Weighing the Pros and Cons
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Greg Sanders/Maxine Valera
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coclaim100 Prompt: 068. Midnight
fivebyfiction Prompt: The Honeymoon is Over
Content Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: Greg tries to get to the bottom of what’s bugging Valera.
Author's Note: Part of my A Place for Us series. Written forsummer_bits.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Valera’s hand floundered on the bedside table for the ringing phone, and frowned when she looked at the caller ID. He wasn’t really someone she wanted to talk to right now—it was the middle of the night, and she needed her sleep—but she knew she couldn’t avoid his calls. Not the way she had left things. It was her fault they were in this mess after all. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the pillows before answering.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Greg?”
“Yeah—something wrong?”
“It’s—it’s the middle of the night.”
“It’s only ten o’clock.”
“There—it’s midnight here, and I have an early shift tomorrow.”
“Oh—sorry. I forgot you worked days and the time change—”
“It’s doesn’t matter,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “What’s up?”
“Just—the last time we talked didn’t end so well, and I just wanted to try and make things a little better.”
“Greg,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t want to have this fight again now.” She sat up more, and started to get out of bed. “I’ll call you in the morning before work.”
“I don’t want to wait that long.”
“Greg—”
“Max, why don’t you want me in Miami?” he cut her off.
She didn’t answer right away. There was a long silence as she walked over to the balcony in her bedroom and stepped outside, letting the summer humidity wake her up more and stick to her skin. Normally, she hated the humidity, but she needed some fresh air. Greg finally broke the silence, his voice sounding a little more hesitant than before.
“I mean—I thought we had something here—”
“We do,” she cut him off slowly. “And I do want you in Miami, I just don’t want you in Miami, because of me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t want you to choose to come here just because you think we have something,” she sighed. “That puts a lot of pressure on us that we really don’t need.” Or at least I don’t.
“Pressure?”
“We barely know each other. If we don’t work out, and you come here just because of me, then you’re going to be miserable—we both are. You may not even like Miami.”
“I think I could learn to love it.”
“It really takes some getting used to,” she said with a slight smirk. “The summers suck.”
“I live in a desert. I think I can adjust.” She laughed at that, and she could hear him grin. “Wouldn’t you rather have me somewhere close, so we can get to know each other better?”
“While that would be ideal, I don’t mind flying back and forth to see you. Not while I’m still getting to know you.”
There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and Valera frowned, wondering if the call had been dropped. “Greg?”
“I’m still here,” he replied with a heavy sigh. “And I’m still coming to Miami—at least for a little while.”
“But—”
“I had already gotten the transfer by the time I told you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure that I was coming—I see now that that was a bad idea, but—”
“It’s OK,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “When do you get here?”
“A few weeks,” he replied. “I do understand where you’re coming from, though. I can try and transfer out as soon as I can—”
“No,” she shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll deal—hopefully.”
She could hear him relax slightly. “Good. That’s good.”
“You found a place?”
“I was thinking I could move in with you—”
She bolted upright in shock, “Greg!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, and she groaned as she shook her head.
“Remind me to smack you for that when you get here.”
“I will.” She could hear the grin through the phone, and made a mental not to smack him twice. “I do have a place though,” he continued. “Was that an offer to help me move in?”
“It was—”
“I could use the extra hand—”
“Maybe I’ll just supervise.”
“Supervise?” he smirked. “Sounds good to me.”
“Good,” she grinned. “You unpack, I’ll supervise.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he nodded. “I should let you get back to sleep. See you in a few weeks.”
“Night, Greg,” she murmured, before hanging up. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the door, deciding to stay out in the humidity for a little while longer. Despite what the logical part of the brain said, she was very happy that Greg was coming to Miami. Very, very happy.
Title: Weighing the Pros and Cons
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Greg Sanders/Maxine Valera
coclaim100 Prompt: 068. Midnightfivebyfiction Prompt: The Honeymoon is OverContent Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: Greg tries to get to the bottom of what’s bugging Valera.
Author's Note: Part of my A Place for Us series. Written for
summer_bits.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Valera’s hand floundered on the bedside table for the ringing phone, and frowned when she looked at the caller ID. He wasn’t really someone she wanted to talk to right now—it was the middle of the night, and she needed her sleep—but she knew she couldn’t avoid his calls. Not the way she had left things. It was her fault they were in this mess after all. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the pillows before answering.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Greg?”
“Yeah—something wrong?”
“It’s—it’s the middle of the night.”
“It’s only ten o’clock.”
“There—it’s midnight here, and I have an early shift tomorrow.”
“Oh—sorry. I forgot you worked days and the time change—”
“It’s doesn’t matter,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “What’s up?”
“Just—the last time we talked didn’t end so well, and I just wanted to try and make things a little better.”
“Greg,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t want to have this fight again now.” She sat up more, and started to get out of bed. “I’ll call you in the morning before work.”
“I don’t want to wait that long.”
“Greg—”
“Max, why don’t you want me in Miami?” he cut her off.
She didn’t answer right away. There was a long silence as she walked over to the balcony in her bedroom and stepped outside, letting the summer humidity wake her up more and stick to her skin. Normally, she hated the humidity, but she needed some fresh air. Greg finally broke the silence, his voice sounding a little more hesitant than before.
“I mean—I thought we had something here—”
“We do,” she cut him off slowly. “And I do want you in Miami, I just don’t want you in Miami, because of me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t want you to choose to come here just because you think we have something,” she sighed. “That puts a lot of pressure on us that we really don’t need.” Or at least I don’t.
“Pressure?”
“We barely know each other. If we don’t work out, and you come here just because of me, then you’re going to be miserable—we both are. You may not even like Miami.”
“I think I could learn to love it.”
“It really takes some getting used to,” she said with a slight smirk. “The summers suck.”
“I live in a desert. I think I can adjust.” She laughed at that, and she could hear him grin. “Wouldn’t you rather have me somewhere close, so we can get to know each other better?”
“While that would be ideal, I don’t mind flying back and forth to see you. Not while I’m still getting to know you.”
There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and Valera frowned, wondering if the call had been dropped. “Greg?”
“I’m still here,” he replied with a heavy sigh. “And I’m still coming to Miami—at least for a little while.”
“But—”
“I had already gotten the transfer by the time I told you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure that I was coming—I see now that that was a bad idea, but—”
“It’s OK,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “When do you get here?”
“A few weeks,” he replied. “I do understand where you’re coming from, though. I can try and transfer out as soon as I can—”
“No,” she shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll deal—hopefully.”
She could hear him relax slightly. “Good. That’s good.”
“You found a place?”
“I was thinking I could move in with you—”
She bolted upright in shock, “Greg!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, and she groaned as she shook her head.
“Remind me to smack you for that when you get here.”
“I will.” She could hear the grin through the phone, and made a mental not to smack him twice. “I do have a place though,” he continued. “Was that an offer to help me move in?”
“It was—”
“I could use the extra hand—”
“Maybe I’ll just supervise.”
“Supervise?” he smirked. “Sounds good to me.”
“Good,” she grinned. “You unpack, I’ll supervise.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he nodded. “I should let you get back to sleep. See you in a few weeks.”
“Night, Greg,” she murmured, before hanging up. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the door, deciding to stay out in the humidity for a little while longer. Despite what the logical part of the brain said, she was very happy that Greg was coming to Miami. Very, very happy.
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