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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-21 10:07 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-21 10:07 am
Greg/Sofia - Now, Greg
Fandom: CSI
Title: Now, Greg
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Greg Sanders/Sofia Curtis, mentions of everyone else
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Greg and Sofia, before and after an awards banquet.
Author's Note: Written forashields124 in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I wrote her request for Greg, and she picked the one with Sofia as her favorite. Hope you like it, hun!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Greg fixed his tie one last time in the mirror before turning around to face the woman behind him. He didn’t say anything right away, content to just watch her as she put the finishing touches on her outfit for the evening. Through all the times they had gotten down and dirty at work, he had almost forgotten how girly she could be, and it was events like the one they were going to that reminded him of that in a very nice way.
He watches her as she studies herself in the mirror before the benefit, the little black dress hugging her in all the right places, and he’s very, very tempted to somehow bribe her into saying they both contracted a sudden case of the stomach flu, but she seemed to know what he was thinking before he even said anything.
“Don’t even think about it?”
“Think about what?” Greg lied, giving her an innocent look which was only met with a glare from her.
“We’re not missing this thing,” Sofia replied, looking herself over one last time, “Brass would shoot us.”
“Are you kidding?” Greg laughed, “He’s the one receiving an award and he doesn’t even want to go.”
“And we have to be there, to rub that fact in his face,” Sofia replied, before walking over to him and giving him a quick kiss.
“Remind me never to tell you when I’m doing or receiving something I don’t want to do or get.”
Sofia just stared at him for a second and he shook his head.
“Was that even English?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“Don’t know. But c’mon, let’s go. We’re going to be late.”
“We don’t even have time for one, quick—”
“Now, Greg.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said sullenly before following her out.
***
“Did you see the look on his face?” Sofia laughed as they stumbled back in the door. She was slightly tipsy and so was he, causing Nick to hail them a taxi off the strip. It was either that or he was going to insist on driving them himself, but he was probably more wasted than they were. They decided to take the taxi.
“He was probably the most stone faced person I’ve ever seen receive an award in my life.”
“Well, he wasn’t completely stone faced,” she smirked, “He was definitely glaring at you when you gave him that standing ovation.”
They had sat the entire team together at one table, and the place had offered an open bar. By the time Brass was actually giving his speech, they were all getting a bit giggly, and when he had finished, Greg had decided it would be a good idea to give him a standing ovation instead of just the normal, apropos polite applause that usually happened at functions like this. So when Brass was stepping down off the stage, Greg was on his feet, clapping as loudly as he could, and slowly, almost every other member of the team followed. Greg thought that Brass was going to hit him upside the head with his newly acquired plaque.
“I knew he wasn’t going to do anything about it, though,” Greg replied confidently.
“Oh really?” she said with a smirk.
“Really,” he nodded.
“You sure about that?” Sofia laughed, “Because I’m pretty sure I saw your life pass before your eyes at one point.”
“Well, maybe a little,” he grinned. He looked down at her and gave her another smile before leaning in to kiss her. She kissed him back for a minute, before pulling back and giving him a look.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking you owe me a rain check for earlier,” he said, turning them around and starting to back her towards the bedroom.
“Do I?” she grinned, “Why would you say that?”
“Because I had to sit there and watch you in that dress all night?” he said.
“So I owe you a raincheck.”
“Yup.”
“Huh,” she nodded, “I never thought it worked that way.”
“You’d be surprised,” he grinned before kicking the door of the bedroom closed behind him.
Title: Now, Greg
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Greg Sanders/Sofia Curtis, mentions of everyone else
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Greg and Sofia, before and after an awards banquet.
Author's Note: Written for
ashields124 in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I wrote her request for Greg, and she picked the one with Sofia as her favorite. Hope you like it, hun!Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Greg fixed his tie one last time in the mirror before turning around to face the woman behind him. He didn’t say anything right away, content to just watch her as she put the finishing touches on her outfit for the evening. Through all the times they had gotten down and dirty at work, he had almost forgotten how girly she could be, and it was events like the one they were going to that reminded him of that in a very nice way.
He watches her as she studies herself in the mirror before the benefit, the little black dress hugging her in all the right places, and he’s very, very tempted to somehow bribe her into saying they both contracted a sudden case of the stomach flu, but she seemed to know what he was thinking before he even said anything.
“Don’t even think about it?”
“Think about what?” Greg lied, giving her an innocent look which was only met with a glare from her.
“We’re not missing this thing,” Sofia replied, looking herself over one last time, “Brass would shoot us.”
“Are you kidding?” Greg laughed, “He’s the one receiving an award and he doesn’t even want to go.”
“And we have to be there, to rub that fact in his face,” Sofia replied, before walking over to him and giving him a quick kiss.
“Remind me never to tell you when I’m doing or receiving something I don’t want to do or get.”
Sofia just stared at him for a second and he shook his head.
“Was that even English?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“Don’t know. But c’mon, let’s go. We’re going to be late.”
“We don’t even have time for one, quick—”
“Now, Greg.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said sullenly before following her out.
***
“Did you see the look on his face?” Sofia laughed as they stumbled back in the door. She was slightly tipsy and so was he, causing Nick to hail them a taxi off the strip. It was either that or he was going to insist on driving them himself, but he was probably more wasted than they were. They decided to take the taxi.
“He was probably the most stone faced person I’ve ever seen receive an award in my life.”
“Well, he wasn’t completely stone faced,” she smirked, “He was definitely glaring at you when you gave him that standing ovation.”
They had sat the entire team together at one table, and the place had offered an open bar. By the time Brass was actually giving his speech, they were all getting a bit giggly, and when he had finished, Greg had decided it would be a good idea to give him a standing ovation instead of just the normal, apropos polite applause that usually happened at functions like this. So when Brass was stepping down off the stage, Greg was on his feet, clapping as loudly as he could, and slowly, almost every other member of the team followed. Greg thought that Brass was going to hit him upside the head with his newly acquired plaque.
“I knew he wasn’t going to do anything about it, though,” Greg replied confidently.
“Oh really?” she said with a smirk.
“Really,” he nodded.
“You sure about that?” Sofia laughed, “Because I’m pretty sure I saw your life pass before your eyes at one point.”
“Well, maybe a little,” he grinned. He looked down at her and gave her another smile before leaning in to kiss her. She kissed him back for a minute, before pulling back and giving him a look.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking you owe me a rain check for earlier,” he said, turning them around and starting to back her towards the bedroom.
“Do I?” she grinned, “Why would you say that?”
“Because I had to sit there and watch you in that dress all night?” he said.
“So I owe you a raincheck.”
“Yup.”
“Huh,” she nodded, “I never thought it worked that way.”
“You’d be surprised,” he grinned before kicking the door of the bedroom closed behind him.