#greg sanders fanfiction

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After about seven hours of Work, I have put together my variation of the CSI Las Vegas Crime Lab based on what I observed while binging the show. Why the fuck do I do this to myself...

Edit: Added in a storeroom. Edit 2: Added walk-in fridge.

Morgue drop off.

Morgue.

Morgue wash-off.

Morgue storage.

Morgue prep room.

Grissom's office.

Break room.

Evidence garage.

DNA lab.

Trace.

Audio and Video lab.

Ballistics.

Handwriting.

Layout room one.

Junior supervisor's office (Catherine).

Fingerprints.

Layout room two.

Layout room three.

Intermediate supervisor's office (Conrad Ecklie).

Reception.

Locker room/showers.

Woman's bathroom.

Men's bathroom.

Walk-in fridge.

Storeroom.

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Courageous Gift Pt. 1

Greg Sanders x Reader

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: Yes/No  

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: Yes/No

Style of Writing: Mini Series 

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content.

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,820

Post Date & Time: August 16th 2024 at 2:32 AM

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Summary:  Based off of S7 Es4 & 7 When Greg becomes victim to a gang of street thugs that have been beating people all night, the reader is forced to fear the worst for her best friend. 

Reader’s Pov:

I get into work and walk down the many hallways from the parking garage and to the locker room, quickly changing into my work clothes. Just as I start to put my old clothes away, Sara walks in and opens up her locker.  

“Hi, y/n,” she greets me and I smile at her. 

“Hi, Sara,” I greet her back as she turns to smile back at me. 

“Are you doing okay? You look a little tired,” she observes and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“Nah. I’m good, just didn't sleep much last night,” I respond and she purses her lips as I pull out my gun and clip it to my hip. 

“Are you good to work then? I could talk to Griss, see if you can get a bit more sleep,” she wonders and I shake my head, closing my locker. 

“No. It’s okay. He already knows. I called in before and asked if I could come in later. Hence why I’m here now,” I inform her with a shrug and she nods. 

“Okay. Just let me know if you need anything,” she offers to me as she rubs my shoulder. 

“Oh yeah, of course. Thank you,” I give my appreciation and she smiles at me. 

“Anytime,” she replies with her own light smile. 

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later. Gotta get to work,” I inform her and she nods. 

“Yeah, see you later,” she agrees before I walk out of the locker room. 

I walk through the lab’s endlessly long, winding hallways, looking for Grissom to talk to him. I just so happen to catch Greg, who smiles when he sees me and starts to walk up to me, making me smile as I start to walk towards him too.

“Way to go,” our coworker congratulates him as they pass each other and give one another a high five. 

“Thank you,” Greg replies before walking over to me and I smile at him. 

“Well, hello, Mr. Spiffy. Don’t you look nice in that suit and tie,” I remark, crossing my arms and giving a knowing smile. He grins as he pops the side of it. 

“Thank you. I had court today,” he comments with a smug look crossing his face and I nod as I look him over. 

“I know. Your first trial with a jury, how’d it go?” I ask and he grins more if that’s even possible, which with Greg it always is. 

“You remembered,” he practically gushes and I roll my eyes. 

“Of course I remember, Greg. We’ve only been best friends for how many years? Oh yeah, 20 plus years,” I sarcastically remark and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“It went great. I did so good that even the nice lady prosecutor took me to dinner,” he playfully boasts as he beams at me with a grin brighter than the sun as we slowly start to walk again. 

“That’s great, G. I guess I owe you dinner now too,” I offer with my own sly grin, even though there’s a pit of boiling jealousy running through me. 

“Actually, by the time we’re both off you’d probably be buying late breakfast,” he jokes with an eyebrow raise and I giggle. 

“You know what I meant, dumbass,” I deadpan as I lightly hit his arm. 

“Yeah, I did…” he sheepishly admits as he rubs his arm. 

“No, but really. You don’t have to buy me breakfast. If anything, I’ll buy you breakfast,” he argues and I shake my head. 

“Greg. How would that even make sense? Please, just let me treat you?” I beg him, giving him my best puppy eyes that I know he can’t say no to.

“Not the puppy eyes… and you bought the pizza on Friday,” he groans out in displeasure, shielding his eyes and I grin. 

“Yeah, but it’s not every day my best friend survives his first day in court with a jury,” I joke with him and he shakes his head as he finally looks at me again while letting out a sigh of relief. 

“Greg… y/n. Good, I need both of you,” Grissom calls out to us as he comes out of his office holding a clipboard and we look at one another before walking over to him together. 

“Lose the monkey suit, you’ve got a scene: liquor store robbery. Here’s the address,” he informs Greg, looking him up and down before handing Greg a paper. 

“Awe man, I like the monkey suit,” I playfully whine and Greg lets out a chortle, shaking his head. 

“Well, too bad. He can’t go on a scene like that,” Grissom notes in humor as he looks at me over his glasses. 

“Is it related to the earlier 415s?” Greg inquires as he looks at the address. 

“Could be— Sofia’s got one of the suspect’s sweaters,” Grissom answers as he scratches at his ear. 

“I need you to seal it, bring it back here and anything else you can find,” Grissom explains, pointing at Greg, who nods as he listens intently. 

“All right. Who’s my wingman? Is it y/n?” Greg asks in excitement as he smiles at me. 

“You're a big boy, Greg. You don’t need a wingman for this,” Grissom pointedly answers, giving him a judgmental fatherly look and I turn to Greg with a grin. 

“Y/n, may I please see you in my office?” Grissom asks and I nod at him before he turns around and walks into it. 

“Primary. Nice,” Greg comments with a light smirk as he hits the paper against his hand like he always does. 

“Good luck out there, G. Be safe, yeah?” I ask him and he smiles, nodding. 

“Of course. I promise,” he replies before opening his arms for a hug. 

I smile back, taking a step forward and wrapping my arms around his torso, squeezing him affectionately. He wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head lightly on top of mine. I turn my head and nuzzle my nose into his neck, melting into him for a moment as all my tiredness comes flooding over me. 

“Hey. You doing okay?” he asks as he starts to pull back from the hug, but I pull him back in. 

“Just hold me for a second,” I mutter out, holding him a little tighter. 

“Sure, I can do that,” he whispers softly as I relish in the tranquility that he provides me with. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, fruit loop?” he asks me when I finally pull back from the hug and I purse my lips. 

“I’m fine, poohbear. I just…” I pause, biting at my lip and he grabs my hand. 

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m here for you through whatever, you know that,” he tentatively rubs his thumb on the back of my hand and I sigh. 

“I’m having sleep problems again…” I relent hesitantly and he reverently nods. 

“I figured. Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks and I shake my head. 

“I thought I could handle it…” I admit while refusing to look at him and he sighs. 

“Well, now I’m definitely coming over and you're buying me breakfast,” he jokingly remarks and I look up at him in shock before smiling softly when I only see care written all over his face. 

“You got yourself a deal. I’ll see you in the morning then?” I ask him in a hopeful tone and he smiles, nodding as he gives my hand one last squeeze. 

“I’ll meet you at your apartment?” he questions with another raised eyebrow and I squeeze his hand back. 

“Okay. I’ll see you then,” I agree, nodding and he gives one last nod before backing up while slowly letting go of my hand. 

I shake my head as I feel a blush coming on, but I do my best to hide it. He walks away all the while walking backwards and I shake my head, holding back a giggle as he snaps his fingers before giving me finger guns. It’s only when he disappears that I let out a sigh before turning and walking into Grissom’s office. 

Third Person Pov:

After saying goodbye to y/n, Greg quickly went to change out of his suit and into his work overalls before heading out to his SUV to drive out to the scene. As he drives down the streets of Las Vegas, following the directions on his GPS, he passes an alleyway and sees a glimpse of something strange. In confusion, he stops his car and backs up to look in the alleyway. He rolls his window down and hears grunting and groaning coming from the end of the alley as dark figures all seem to stand over another. Quickly, he picks up his radio and holds the button down for a moment. 

“Control, control. This is CSI Sanders. I need some help,” he speaks into it before letting go of the button. 

“Control, go with your information,” the dispatcher replies and he quickly turns his head back to the scene. 

“Okay. I got an assault in progress. One alley south of Casino drive, cross street Shane,” he recites as he leans forward a bit to look at the sign. 

“How many suspects involved?” The dispatcher questions as she gets ready to take the information down. 

“Multiple, could be the guys who’ve been doing it all night,” Greg continues to relay information and he pauses as he waits anxiously. 

“The closest unit has a five-minute ETA. Rolling code three. Are they armed?” she asks. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know. Ma’am, please, listen. You got to get here quicker than this,” he begs into the walkie talkie as he helplessly watches the group beat the poor person. 

“Copy that. We’ll roll two additional units ASAP. Wait for backup,” the dispatcher replies and the radio goes silent. 

Greg takes in a breath as he thinks for a split second before putting his SUV back into drive. He quickly backs the car up before pulling into the alleyway and driving down it while honking his horn. 

“Move!” he shouts as he gets closer to the group while still honking his horn. 

He hits his siren a couple of times while honking as he gets closer. It’s not until he gets a little closer that a lot of the suspects start to move away from the person on the ground, all running in different directions. 

“Hey, get out of here!” he yells out at them as he waves his hand. 

One of the suspects stays and continues to kick the victim on the ground. Greg comes to a stop and gives a long honk of his horn at the suspect, but the man just keeps kicking. Finally, he turns around and looks Greg right in the face. Greg is in shock when he sees the guy's eyes are stark white, before fear races through him as the guy quickly rushes over to his right and picks up a rock. At first he moves his hand back like he’s going to bash the victim's head open, but then he turns to Greg and starts to run towards him. 

He pulls his arm back as he runs at Greg, who watches in slow motion as he gets closer and closer, seeming like he’s going to throw the rock at Greg through the windshield. Greg makes a split second decision and puts his foot down on the gas ever so slightly, revving the engine just a bit to make the car jolt forward. The guy continues to run at Greg and the car meets the guy in the middle. The guy and the car collide, making him hit the hood before falling to the ground as Greg stops the car to take a moment to calm down. Then all of a sudden, the back window breaks with a resounding crash, making Greg turn to look behind himself, but he sees nothing behind him so he calms once again. 

The calm is short lived though, because his driver's side window is next to be broken. He doesn’t have time to turn and find the source seeing as arms reach in. He fights the arms for a good minute, but he loses the battle and gets pulled out of the driver's side window. He continues to fight the one attacker off, but all the others that he’d chased off come back. He continues to try and fight back, but the group is so big that they easily overpower him. 

They slam him up against a fence and then suddenly in a blur he’s on the floor. He tries to crawl away, but they’re relentless and just keep kicking and hitting him. Slowly everything starts to become distorted and the world spins. One of the suspects turns him over onto his back and all he can really tell is that they laugh before one of them spits on him. Even in his hazy mind frame, Greg still tries to think of anything he can do to make it easier to find them, so as one of them steps over him while going to walk away, Greg reaches up and scratches his ankle. The last thing Greg sees before blacking out is a car side swiping his as it drives away. 

Reader’s Pov:

After my talk with Grissom, I shake my head as I go on a hunt for Sara. Grissom decided that until I can get my insomnia in check, I’m not allowed in the field alone so he’s assigned me to her side or Nick’s side seeing as they’re head senior CSIs. Admittedly I’m not too thrilled with it, but I totally understand why and at least I’m still allowed in the field. It’s only a few minutes until I find her right where Grissom told me she’d be. I find her in the recreation lab standing at one of the tables, writing something down.

“Oh, hi. Long time no see,” she jokingly greets me for the second time today as she looks up from some paperwork on the table. 

“Hi. Did Griss inform you?” I ask her and she pauses as if to think. 

“No. I don’t think he did,” she answers my question with a shake of her head and I sigh. 

“I’m on suspended duty,” I inform her and she gives a small “ahh.” 

“You’re officially on babysitting y/n duty. Well, you and Nicky. I’m not allowed to go to any scenes without either of you,” I continue to explain and she smiles softly. 

“Don’t think of it as me babysitting you. Think of it as just two girls working together,” she remarks with a reassuring smile and I shrug. 

“Still don’t like not being able to work on my own. I’m a level three CSI. I should be okay,” I begrudgingly tell her as I cross my arms and she chuckles, shaking her head. 

“Griss is just looking out for you. You know that,” she points out and I sigh. 

“I know, I just—” I start to confide, but cut myself off. 

“You know what, forget it. What are you working on?” I ask her as I shake out of my daze and walk around the table. 

“Okay…” she skeptically agrees as she seems to watch me closely for a moment. 

“I’m trying to find out how many different shoe patterns we have,” she explains as she finally turns back to the table and lifts a shoe imprint up. 

“So far I’ve found about three shoes and matched them in the solemate database. Griss wants me to see if I can match any of the others,” she finishes explaining as she holds up a paper with the shoe print and all its information on it. 

“Want some help?” I ask with a timid smile and she smiles, nodding. 

“You know what? That would actually be so great. I have over ten more to match,” she grins as she picks up a pair from the side of the room and holds them out for me to see. 

“Get kickin,” she jokes as she hands me the pair and I laugh. 

“Aye aye, captain,” I jokingly salute her before sitting on one of the stools to switch out shoes as she laughs, shaking her head. 

“Phew, I could use some water,” Sara comments through labored breath after we finish the last three kicks. 

Together we worked on each taking different pairs of shoes and kicking the dummy. So far we’ve each done about three pairs of shoes and seem to be half way done. 

“I know. That was so much work,” I pant out as I walk over and grab a towel off the table. 

I long ago discarded my top and now stand in only my tank top along with a pair of sweats I’d gotten from my locker after the first set of shoes. I start to wipe at the nape of my neck as she walks over and picks up her water bottle.  

“Tell me about it. I haven’t worked out since—” I start, but she holds up a finger as she picks up her ringing phone from the table. 

“Hold that thought, it’s Sofia,” she informs me as she answers the phone. 

“Isn’t she with Greg?” I ask, but only receive a nod in response. 

My brows furrowed in confusion as she talks to Sofia for a few minutes before her face falls and she’s quickly nodding while promising we’ll be there soon. She quickly hangs up before slowly looking at me and something feels off about her look. 

“Go get your safety vest and gear,” she commands in a very serious tone and I give her a confused look. 

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” I ask her and she sighs, putting her phone in her pocket. 

“Okay. Ahh. Here, sit down for just a second,” she tells me as she pulls the small stool out from underneath the work bench. 

“Ah, okay. Sara, please just tell me what’s going on. You’re scaring me,” I beg her and she sighs, squeezing her eyes closed. 

“Listen. I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you. I’m just going to tell you straight, okay?” she asks with a questioning look on her face. 

“Okay. Just tell me…” I reply with a light nod and she sighs again. 

“Greg’s been hurt in the field,” she blurts out and immediately everything comes crashing down. 

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Okay. It’s okay,” she panics as I lightly fall back and she catches me. 

“Bad idea to sit you on a stool,” she sarcastically comments more to herself than me as she rolls her eyes. 

“I’m okay. I promise. Is he okay? Sara, tell me he’s okay,” I beg her while squeezing her hand and she sighs. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just told Sofia that you and I would be there as soon as we could get there,” she informs me and I immediately hop off the stool. 

“Let’s go then,” I declare as I rush past her, not giving her a moment to reply. 

I quickly race to the locker room with Sara right behind me and open my locker as fast as I can. I pull my vest out and slip it on over my tank top, not caring to change, pulling the velcro straps tight. Then I grab my gun and clip it into its holster before turning to Sara, who now has her vest and gun too. 

“Ready to go?” she asks me and I nod. 

“As ready as ever,” I mutter before we both quickly make our way to her car. 

After we get into the car, she turns it on and makes quick work of pulling out. She turns on her sirens, making the drive much quicker. Soon before I know it, she pulls up just at the edge of the alley way and I’m already unbuckling. She doesn’t even fully get out herself before I’m rushing forward, pushing through all the people that officers hold off. I see Sofia as she talks to some lady. 

She looks up at me for a moment and my heart drops when she gives me a frown, making me stop in my tracks just as Sara catches up. I stand frozen, my mind going a hundred miles as Sara lightly grabs onto my arm and squeezes for a moment, effortlessly breaking me out of my practically catatonic state. She starts to continue her walk, almost pushing me along and we meet up with Sofia. 

“Hey,” Sara greets her as we push past the scene tape with Sofia now following us. 

We finally make it around the ambulance and find three on the ground. I let out a quiet gasp when I see Greg laying on the ground, almost peacefully, and for a moment the world starts to spin. 

“Why isn’t there a medic on Greg?” Sara asks Sofia as she grabs onto my arm to stabilize me when she sees me sway a bit. 

“He’s been stabilized, Sara. Y/n, he’s going to be okay,” Sofia promises as we continue to walk over to him and she splits off from us. 

We both bend down next to him and Sara grabs onto his hand. I reach forward and rub at his head as tears make their way to my eyes. As I touch him, he breathes out and I choke back my tears. 

“Y/n… Sara,” he faintly speaks to us and I nod at him. 

“We’re here, Poohbear. We’re right here with you,” I tell him as I comb through his hair with my fingers. 

“I didn’t think you could see us,” Sara softly adds with sad humor lacing her voice and more tears well up in my eyes. 

“I can’t… but I know y/n’s touch… and that Sidle scent,” Greg replies and I let out a wet giggle as tears start to fall now. 

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” she replies to him with a light chuckle before looking at me and I continue to try and hold my tears at bay. 

“I scratched one of them…” Greg coughs out and Sara lifts the hand she holds when he moves it ever so slightly. 

“And you should check my vest. I think the same guy spit on me,” Greg continues to explain and I rub his head more in hopes of comforting him while frowning. 

“And one of their cars crashed into the Denali,” he informs us and Sara looks up for a moment as I choke back more tears. 

“I guarantee there's transfer on it,” he adds on through his slurred, tired words and I continue to rub at his head. 

“You should process the scene now. Me later,” Greg mutters out to us and I shake my head as I hold back a sad chuckle at the thought of him still being a CSI at heart, no matter what. 

“We came here for you, Greg,” Sara tells him as tears make way to her eyes now too. 

“Oh, Poohbear. You don’t have to be a CSI all the time,” I giggle out though my tears as I shake my head and Sara shakes her head, chuckling herself. 

“Leave it to Greg,” she comments and I smile softly. 

We sit with him for a few minutes and the whole time I have to remind myself I can’t move Greg until he’s processed. It’s hard when I just wanna cuddle and hold him in my arms. Nick soon shows up and Sara stands to go talk to him. I'm assuming she relays what Greg had told us before she walks back over to us, bending back down. 

“Okay, Nicky’s going to get the evidence around us started. I’m going to collect evidence from Greg, then the paramedics will take him to the hospital. I’m assuming you want to go with him?” she informs me before asking her question and I nod, sniffing. 

“Umm, yeah. I'm gonna go with him,” I reply as I continue to lightly scratch at his scalp and she nods, rubbing between my shoulder blades lightly for a moment. 

“Ok. I'm just going to get some stuff from Nicky’s kit. I’ll be right back,” she informs me and I nod at her, not having the will to speak as my throat gets tighter and tighter. 

“I’m okay, fruit loop. Promise,” Greg whispers out, giving a small wince of a smile after she leaves and let out another wet laugh. 

“I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, doofus,” I snarkily reply as I sniffle, reaching up to wipe at a lone tear that falls. 

“Yeah, but I hate when you cry,” he whispers out again and I choke back more tears. 

“G. Don’t think about me right now. Stop talking, save your energy,” I insist as I continue to rub his scalp and he gulps a bit before nodding. 

I sit with him for another few minutes before Sara walks back over. She has a few things in her hands as she bends down again. She opens one of the swabs, using it to get some of the spit off of him before pushing it back in the tube and closing the lid. 

“Okay. The rest of processing will have to be at the hospital. So I’ll, uh… meet you there I guess,” she informs me with a shrug and I only nod at her. 

“Okay. You guys are good to take him then,” she calls out over my shoulder and soon the paramedics are walking over. 

I stand up and Sara holds me in a hug as I keep my stare locked on him. They roll a stretcher over and they quickly but carefully move Greg onto it. He groans for a moment at the initial movement, but soon he’s calm again. They start to roll him to the ambulance and Sara lets go of me. 

“Fruit loop?” he calls out almost meekly as he moves his head, looking for me. 

“I’m right here, Poohbear. I’m coming with you,” I softly promise him and he reaches his hand out to me. 

I hesitate, not wanting to ruin any evidence that might be on him, but I feel a hand on my back, making me look at Sara. She smiles softly at me for the millionth time today as she rubs my shoulder ever so slightly. 

“You can hold his hand. It’s okay. It won’t ruin any of the evidence, I promise,” she tells me and I shake my head, letting out a quiet choke and she nods at me. 

“It’s okay. Really,” she continues to prompt me, lifting my arm to his. 

I hesitantly grab onto his hand and it seems he relaxes ever so slightly, making my hesitation quickly fade. I squeeze his hand, letting him know I’m there and look up to nod my thanks to Sara as she just smiles softly back. 

“I’ll meet you there, okay?” she asks in a very calming tone. I only nod as I watch over Greg’s face that’s full of black and blue bruises as everything seems to fade out of my mind. 

The ride as well as the arrival to the hospital is all hazy now as I sit in the main lobby. I wait anxiously for Sara and Brass as they finish processing and questioning Greg. I groan, bringing my hands up to rub my face as my leg shakes in anticipation. Finally after what seems like forever, Sara and Brass turn the corner and start down the hall. 

“Y/n. He’s ready for you to go on in,” Sara tells me as she comes up and sits down next to me. 

“He’s actually asking for you,” Brass adds on with a light smile. 

“I can take you to his room before going to help Warrick and Nicky if you’d like,” Sara offers as I blink up at her before nodding. 

She holds an arm out for me and I stand on shaky legs. Brass gives me a warm fatherly hug and rubs my head before saying a quick “bye,” as well as promising to catch the guys that did this. Sara and I start to walk, her leading me mindlessly through the halls. 

“His room is just around this corner,” she informs me and I freeze, making her stop to turn to me. 

“Y/n?” she asks and I stay frozen. 

“I don’t know if I can go in, Sara,” I tell her with a gulp as tears well up. 

“Y/n. He’s okay. You’re okay. Everyone is okay. He needs you. He needs your comfort,” she sympathizes with me and I sniffle before standing straight. 

“Ok. You're right, take me to him. I’m ready now,” I tell her with a determined nod and she smiles softly before turning to start walking to his room again. 

To Be Continued…

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Writing update

I'm waiting for the poll results to finish Chapter Four as I need to work out a few final details. So I'll write future fluff scenes for Stalking Me, Stalking You.

This scene will include an additional pairing that should have been canon - Morgan and Greg! They were so damn cute together.

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They'd be mostly sara-centric but I'd try to get in other characters as well. Also, I'd aim for mostly fics with under 100 favs/kudos as there are some amazing stories out there that don't get all the recognition they deserve.

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Suspect on Location - a CSI fanfiction

Title: Suspect on Location Fandom: CSI Genre: angst, hurt/comfort Characters: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes

Summary: Man down? Nick hurriedly scrambled to his feet, forgetting all danger immediately. A horrible sense of foreboding had taken a hold of him. The gunshot had sounded from his left, in between the endless rows of ceiling-high shelving units. The area Greg was working...

When a suspect returns to a crime scene, chaos ensues.

Word count: 1880 No. of chapters: 1 Warnings: contains descriptions of gunshot wound, blood, hospital Original post date: 3 May 2023 Completed: yes

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Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 😇🥰. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

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Desert Race (1/?)

So this is a WIP I started...oh, fifteen years ago? But I ran across it and I definitely want to finish it (maybe for the 2024 round of WIPBB). It's a CSI/CSI: NY crossover with an eventual Nick/Lindsay ship. Enjoy!

Desert Race - It's on between the Vegas labs and the NYPD teams in the Law Enforcement Desert Relay, but unexpected sparks fly between Nick and Lindsay that puts a kink in both Sara and Danny's plans for winning the event.

READ CHAPTER 1

"Don't look at me." Catherine shook her head. "Last time I tried to do it, Grissom found a dead body. I don't want to risk it."

"Come on, Cath," Warrick said, smirking at her. "I heard that the LAPD team isn't holding grudges." In response, she balled up a piece of paper and threw it at him.

"Seriously, though," Sara said. "Someone from the lab has to do it."

"I would, but running and I just don't get along," Greg said. "Surfing would be one thing, but..."

"I already volunteered to be the driver of the poll vehicle," Nick said. "So I'm out."

Sara turned on Warrick, but he shook his head. "Just out of curiosity, is there any reason you want to win but don't want to have to run?" he asked.

"I just...I want to win."

"Then why don't you run?"

"Because if I do I can guarantee we'll lose."

"I don't know," Nick said. "I've seen you out jogging before. We may not place high, but I can assure you if you run we wouldn't lose."

"Besides, this year the only team we really have to worry about is the NYPD team," Catherine said. Everyone looked at her. "What? Just because I'm not participating doesn't mean I don't keep up with the competition."

"Why would we have to worry about them?" Sara asked.

"They've got some really fit runners. Must be all those chases through Manhattan," Catherine said. She turned to the laptop Greg was using in the break room. "Mind if I borrow that for a minute?"

"You break it, you buy me a new one," he said before moving out of the way.

Catherine sat down, tapped in a few keys and a website came up. She scrolled down a bit and stopped. "Okay, some of the teams who have already registered have a list of their participants and poll drivers. I went up against most of these guys, and they're good."

"Any of them you don't know?" Nick asked.

Catherine read through the list. "Just two, from the NYPD team. One's the poll driver, Detective Lindsay Monroe. The other's one of the runners... Detective Daniel Messer."

Nick's head snapped up. "Danny's running?" Everyone's eyes turned towards him. "What?"

"You know him?" Catherine asked. Then she shook her head. "Course you do. He's listed as Daniel, you called him Danny..."

"Knew him back in the college ball days. Didn't know he was a cop." He got off the table he'd been sitting on and walked over to the laptop, looking at the screen. He saw Danny's picture and grinned. "Yep, same guy."

"How well did you know him?" Greg asked.

"He and I tried out for the same minor league team. He got hurt so he dropped, but we hung out a bit. He wasn't a bad guy. A little cocky, but not bad." He shook his head, grinning. "A cop. Never would have seen that one coming."

Sara thought for a moment. "I think I feel my competitive edge coming on... Nick, if you'd help me train, I think I might just do this."

"You're on."

"Then I guess we have a complete team," Catherine said. "Good. I really didn't want to have to run this year..."

---

Danny tossed the baseball up in the air and caught it on the way back down. "Relax, Montana. It's not like we're going to Vegas to get married or something." He heard her choke on her coffee and he turned to look at her. "Okay, that probably wasn't the best time for me to say that..."

"Danny! Don't joke like that."

"What? Flack was ragging on you about it and you just grinned. I do it and I damn near kill you."

Lindsay just looked at him before shaking her head. "Danny, everyone's going to think that we planned this."

"Not my fault you were a last-minute replacement for Stella. We weren't expecting the case to get dragged out so long." He threw the baseball up again. "Got a surprise call from someone I met years ago when I played ball. He's a CSI in Vegas now." He caught it and looked at Lindsay. "Apparently, the Vegas team is making it their personal mission to beat us."

"Why?"

"I don't know, but I get the feeling he wasn't supposed to be calling me." Danny grinned. "Nick's a pretty nice guy, doing that. Gives me more incentive to train."

"His name's Nick?"

"Yeah. Nick Stokes." He looked at her. "You'd probably like him. He's a real easygoing guy."

"It'd be nice to meet someone easygoing in this whole mess." She got up and looked at the screen he was looking at. "So what are you looking at?"

"Info on Vegas. Trying to figure out places to go to eat and stuff."

"Ah," she replied. "That would be a good thing to know."

"See, Montana? I'm good for some things other than running my mouth off."

She grinned at him. "Messer...just shut up and find places to eat."

"Yes ma'am."

[thecartoongirl]

Nick/Greg Advent Ficlet #4

Best Christmas ever

"What are you two doing still here? I sent everyone home half an hour ago," Grissom asked, stopping in the corridor as he walked past the locker room.

"We just needed to finish something, we're on our way," Nick replied.

Grissom nodded.

"I'll see you tonight. Merry Christmas," he added before walking away.

"Merry Christmas, boss," Greg called out after him, closing his locker.

"Got any plans for today?" Nick asked as he put his jacket on.

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Inspired by the Dialogue Response prompt list by @creativepromptsforwriting :

"I want to kiss you." "Then ask me nicely for a kiss."

[caribbean1989]

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation - writing masterlist

Here you can find all fanfics I have written for CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. The full list can be found under the break.

SUSPECT ON LOCATION

Characters: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Summary: Man down? Nick hurriedly scrambled to his feet, forgetting all danger immediately. A horrible sense of foreboding had taken a hold of him. The gunshot had sounded from his left, in between the endless rows of ceiling-high shelving units. The area Greg was working...

When a suspect returns to a crime scene, chaos ensues.

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[kingtry]

Post-It Note

Author: KazOfScotland Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Relationships: Greg Sanders/Nick Stokes Language: English Stats: 1 Chapter (Completed)

Summary:

Greg is the most sexual being that Nick knows, which is something he both loves and hates. On this occasion though, he hates it because Greg knows exactly what he's doing...

Autor: KazOfScotland Clasificación: Audiencias adolescentes y mayores Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Relaciones: Greg Sanders/Nick Stokes Idioma: Inglés Estado: 1 Capítulo (Terminada)

Resumen:

Greg es el ser más sexual que Nick conoce, algo que ama y odia. En esta ocasión, sin embargo, lo odia porque Greg sabe exactamente lo que está haciendo...

Divisores de  cafekitsune

[megraen]

If there was something Georgina Howard was always sure of, it was that she was destined to be a CSI, even if it meant ditching her family and moving to the other side of the United States. She was prepared, educated, and confident in herself, always ignoring the dumb blonde jokes and Barbie references.

One thing she couldn’t account for was Greg Sanders.

[nitpickrider]

So here’s a character you may be interested in: the Swashbuckler, nephew of the Earth-One Vigilante/Greg Sanders. He’s think he only appeared once, in Detective Comics 493.

Honestly the part that bothers me about this whole scenario is that having a nephew implies that Greg Sanders had siblings. Which straight up does not fit in any version of his backstory, especially not the Earth One version. But it's something to keep in mind for the inevitable fanfiction.

[blondejellykitty]

୨୧ dear diary ୨୧

hii my name is natalia :)

ironically my favourite colour is actually blue, i love to take photos of the moon (its about the only thing i have saved on my camera) and my favourite food is pizza.

my interests include reading fantasy and crime books, watching sci-fi and youtube commentary, learning about greek mythology and the roman empire, playing video games (badly), and procrastinating writing fanfictions.

i love found footage series' (slenderman and backrooms mostly) and want to one day make my own.

i was homeschooled most my life, and i have a lot of social anxiety irl so sometimes that blurs into online as well, so i apologize if i don't immediately respond <33

characters i write for <3

SLENDERVERSE - PLUS CREEPYPASTA (2009-2018)

🩷 Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Tim Wright (Masky), Jay Merrick (Skully) (platonic), Alex Kralie, HABIT, Evan Myers (platonic), Jeff Koval, Michael Andersen, Jeffrey Woods (Jeff the Killer), Liu Woods (+ Sully) (Homicidal Liu), Toby Rogers (Ticci Toby), BENDROWNED, Cody Denzel (X-VIRUS), Jason Meyer (The Toymaker).

PERCY JACKSON - BOOKS (2005-2014)

🩷 Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, Clarisse La Rue, Octavian Blair, Clovis Grant, Ethan Nakamura, Castor Riley, Pollux Riley, Triton, Apollo, Ares, Dionysus, Poseidon, Sally Jackson, Nico Di Angelo (platonic), Will Solace (platonic).

MARAUDERS ERA - PLUS LIGHTNING ERA

🩷James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr, Tom Riddle, Severus Snape, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald, Pandora Rosier, Andromeda Black.

CALL OF DUTY - MODERN WARFARE I & II (2019-2022)

🩷 Simon Riley (Ghost), Kyle Garrick (Gaz), John MacTavish (Soap), John Price, König, Phillip Graves, Keegan Russ.

GAME OF THRONES - PLUS HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2011-2024) 🩷 Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Cregan Stark, Aegon II Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen.

HADES - SUPERGIANT GAME (2018)

🩷 Zagreus, Thanatos, Hypnos, Aphrodite, Ares, Dionysus, Hermes, Zeus.

STARGATE ATLANTIS - STARGATE (2004-2009)

🩷John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan, Jennifer Keller, Evan Lorne, Peter Kavanagh, Todd/Guide.

BLOOD OF ZEUS - SEASON ONE (2020)

🩷 Heron, Seraphim, Zeus, Apollo, Hermes, Ares.

KAOS - SEASON ONE (2024)

🩷 Dionysus, Caeneus.

CSI (2001-2015)

🩷 Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes.

THE WALKING DEAD (2010-2022)

🩷 Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Carl Grimes (Aged up/AU where he lives), Maggie Greene/Rhee, Rosita Espinosa.

FOLK OF AIR - BOOKS (2018-2019)

🩷 Cardan Greenbriar, Dain Greenblair.

(if requesting please let me know if you want something specific written xoxo)

୨୧ till tomorrow ୨୧

[chemicallady]

Science and Vision

Part I, Part II, Part III.

A/N: hi everyone! Miss me? I miss you all! Thank you for keep reading!

Couple: Greg Sanders/Female!Reader

Category: F

Content Warning: Things get a little weird! Paranormal alert

Summary:  on the abduction scene, greg and y/n are finding more than expected.

☆☆☆☆

《What are we looking for?》

You're both excited and nervous to be on an apparently crime scene. Greg told you while he was still driving that this is the last place in which Nina Foster has bee see alive. A little jetty on Lake Mead.

《Anything 》 Greg answers, starring at you through is sunglasses. 《There was a Party on a boat, the night she went missing. The girl who organised the party is Bethany Miles, victim's best friend. She told us that when the boat docked here, Nina was the first one to reach the jetty, she threw up, probably because she was drunk.... but she didn't go away. Bethany told us that when she left, Nina was still here, alone, sitting with her ankles in the water.》

《 Then why she left her best friend alone?》

《 That's a good question, (y/n). She just told us that her dad was angrily waiting for her in the car and Nina refused a ride home. 》

You look at the wooden path of the jetty, reaching a point. She was sitting there, you can feel it. So, you decide to follow this amount of energy.

《 We processed the entire area. No evidence that Nina was abducted here. Neither at her home. The car was still parked in a lot nearby. In the end, we were left with a punch of flies.》

You don't reply immediately.

You take your shoes off and the socks with them.

But you wait before put your feet in the water.

《 (y/n), what are you doing?》

《 I'm trying to make a connection. She was here, I know that.... Do you have what I asked?》

Greg nodded and, from is pocket, he picks up a evidence bag. Inside the plastic, there is a necklace. 《 We found this on the boat. Bethany confirmed is Nina's. 》 Greg takes a pause, before get on his knees, behind you. 《 So you want me to put this on your neck or..? How's works?》

《 Yes please》 is your answer while you're lifting your (y/h/c) hair. You feel him indulge for a second, then his hand reaches your neck skin. It's just a matter of few seconds but you can feel your heart beat spinning. And you aren't you anymore. The sun is gone and now you're alone on the jetty. You feel sick and sweaty, your belly gives you some nasty cramps. The sensation of Nina's presence in the air around you is too strong. Even because now you are Nina.

And all you can do is waiting. For what? The answer suddenly arrives.

A man takes a sit next to you. He is older then an undergrad student and he looks charming, by the way. You can't see him clearly but he is someone you really care about. His eyes are so bright while they are meeting your glaze and his smile is something, to be honest. You can feel the flies in your belly and...

Something more.

You bring a hand on your belly while you smile to this man who's telling you that he loves you. And....

'I will take care of both of you. We'll settle down soon, my love.'

It's like a medicine for your overwhelming feelings. The only thing you can do now is smile brighter and kiss him.

....and there's the moment in which everything stops.

The sun is back. The noises of children and cars are back.

And you're kissing Greg. Is shocking realising that, but you'd take the lead because he is surprised as fuck.

《 Damn, sorry》

《 No it's not a... wow, what was that?》 He looks.... amused? 《Your mind came in a place I wasn't able to follow and then.... it was a sort of a vision?》

Good question for changing the topic. 《 She was with someone she knew》 , is your answer, within an embarassed voice. So lame, fuck. 《 a man, older.》

《 You think she left spontaneously with him?》

《 Yes, I believe that. There is something more.》

Greg giggles a little. 《 You wanna talk about the kiss?》

Your face is burning. 《 She was pregnant.》

《 Wait, what?》

《 I think she was pregnant. The vision wasn't clear until I saw- she wants me to know that. That's how it works. Nina is driving now and whe wants me to know that he broke a promise... I heard him telling her that he was going to take care of both of them. And I got this cramps on my belly and... the nausea.... she was pregnant.... 》

You sound confused. You are confused actually.

Greg stays still for a couple of seconds and he forgets about the kiss. 《... This could be the motive, (y/n). But how can we prove it?》

You start to get use to this. Is like a puzzle but more challenging.

《 Lets find a man, older then Nina, with blue eyes and a charming smile.》

[letthewhumpbegin]

Suspect on Location - CSI

Fandom: CSI Characters: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes Prompt: This was written for the prompt "Gunshot Wound" off my @badthingshappenbingo card. (Card at the bottom of this post). Word count: 1883 Warnings: contains descriptions of gunshot wound, blood, hospital

The gunshot echoed loudly through the warehouse. The crime scene they were working should have been abandoned apart from Nick, Greg, and a few officers. But this unmistaken sound of a gunshot confirmed that the crime scene certainly hadn't been secured properly.

Nick had never dropped himself to the ground any faster. Everything around him happened in a blur. People running, people yelling, the crackling of radio calls, and finally the words yelled through the warehouse Nick had been dreading.

"Suspect on location! Shots fired! One man down!"

Man down? Nick hurriedly scrambled to his feet, forgetting all danger immediately. A horrible sense of foreboding had taken a hold of him. The gunshot had sounded from his left, in between the endless rows of ceiling-high shelving units. The area Greg was working...

"Greg?!" Nick called out, already panicked at the lack of response or sight of his partner. He sprinted through the aisles in between the shelving units. "Greg, answer me, buddy!" Nick ran through the maze of aisles, until he was finally met with a sight that made his heart drop right to the bottom of his shoes.

There, halfway down the umpteenth aisle Nick turned into, lay Greg. There was no doubt he had been on the receiving end of the gunshot which had sounded through the warehouse not a minute ago.

"No, no, no, no..." Nick skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees by Greg's side. The younger CSI lay on his back, trembling hands hovering over an obvious gunshot wound to his abdomen, and the most indescribable fear in his eyes.

"He... he c-came out of nowhere..." Greg stammered frantically, "I-- I didn't even have time... have time... to pull my gun..." He was hyperventilating by now, barely able to get any more words out, and there wasn't a muscle in his body that didn't tremble. "Calm down." Nick tried to sooth. "You did nothing wrong, calm down."

Running footsteps announced the arrival of someone. Nick was swiftly back on his feet and quick to draw his gun. He didn't know whether or not the suspect had been apprehended and he sure wasn't going to take any chances.

"Whoa!" One of the officers on the scene came to a skidding stop, raising his hands in surrender when he saw the gun aimed at him. "Sorry." Nick immediately stowed his gun away again. "Call this in. Tell them we have a CSI down and we need an ambulance straight away."

As the officer trotted away to do as he was asked, Nick shook off the jacket he wore. It would at least be a little while until the ambulance was here, and he needed to slow the bleeding. He knelt down by Greg's side again, placing his folded up jacket over the wound. "I'm sorry, man, but you're not going to like me for this." Nick dreaded what he was about to do. Greg's teeth chattered with fear and pain. "I know."

Nick placed his hands over the jacket and slowly increased the pressure. He felt Greg writhe under his hands. The younger CSI whimper loudly, and a single tear rolled from the corner of his eye as his pain even further increased.

"Stop... stop, please..." Greg finally pleaded. Nick shook his head, swallowing back the lump in his throat. "I can't. I have to keep pressure on this." "I can't t--take it." Tears now streamed down Greg's face. "P-please... it hurts." He tried to push Nick's hands away, but couldn't find much strength to do so.

If Nick would have thought it was a good idea to release the pressure, he would have done so. But the amount of blood already on his hands and jacket was fairly worrying, so he knew he couldn't. "I'm sorry, buddy, I'm sorry. You'll be alright." Nick repeated the words under his breath like a mantra.

Finally, after what felt like hours to Nick, Greg lay still. He was somewhere in between consciousness and unconsciousness, but didn't seem quite aware of what was happening anymore. Each of his short, hitched breaths was followed by an involuntary whimper in pain.

It didn't go unnoticed to Nick that his partner was getting less and less responsive. "Come on, Greg, stay with me." Nick gently tapped Greg's cheek. "Help is on the way. I'm gonna make sure you're alright, but I need you to stay awake, alright?" Greg's glassy gaze landed on Nick's face. He tried to speak, but no coherent words came out.

It scared Nick shitless to see Greg like this, and it only confirmed to him how serious this situation indeed was. He was just about to lose his cool altogether, when Nick heard the sound that answered all his prayers: paramedics arriving.

Not a minute later, Nick was caught in a whirlwind of things happening around him. He was gently pushed aside as his hands pressing onto Greg's abdomen were replaced by a paramedic's hands. He watched as if through a fog while the paramedics cut Greg's shirt open, applied electrodes to his chest for the heart monitor, and read out some statistics on his vitals.

"Heart rate elevated... blood pressure on the low side, but steady... significant bleeding..."

None of these phrases Nick overheard did much to ease his fears. It only confirmed what he already knew: this was serious.

The paramedics wasted no time in moving Greg onto the gurney and readying him for transport. Greg was completely unresponsive by now. Whether he had passed out or was knocked out by drugs the paramedics had administered, Nick did not know.

Nick hurried after them as Greg was wheeled to the ambulance. "Where are you taking him?" He called after the paramedics. "Sunrise." One of them called back, before slamming the doors of the ambulance shut.

Nick had never felt so helpless as when he watched the ambulance speed away, lights flashing and sirens blaring. He needed to stay here at the scene, at least until he could hand over the case to someone else, and couldn't go with Greg to the hospital right now. Nick took a shuddering breath. "Hang in there, buddy."

---

"Nick?" Nick wasn't sure how long he had stood there, in the middle of the warehouse's parking lot, staring after the ambulance that had long since disappeared from view.

Nick awoke from his trance to find Russell standing in front of him, looking absolutely shocked and horrified. "Are you okay?" Russell looked in horror at the blood staining Nick's hands and clothes. "Are you hurt?" "No..." Nick's voice sounded hoarse and his throat felt like sandpaper. "I'm alright. This is all... Greg's..." His voice faltered on his colleague and friend's name.

Russell sighed heftily. "What the hell happened?" "The killer was on the scene." Nick slowly shook his head. "Either he came back or he was still here. If you'll go inside, you'll see that the place is like a maze, and there is plenty of places to hide." "Greg must've stumbled upon his hiding place," Russell concluded. "He was working out of my line of view," Nick mumbled, frantically all of a sudden, "I only heard the shot, and I... I found him. Oh, god..." Nick clasped his hands over his face. "Hey, hey." Russell rested his hands on Nick's shoulders. "You did good, you did everything right. Greg's getting the best care there is right now."

Nick took a few deep breaths to steady himself. "Now what?" "Finn and I will take over processing the crime scene," Russell answered calmly, "I need you to get yourself cleaned up, before giving a statement on the shooting to Brass. Once you're done I think it's best you go home." Nick minutely shook his head. "I'll be going to the hospital. I'll only be driving myself crazy at home." "Are you sure?" Russell frowned. "Yeah." Nick nodded determinedly. "I'm sure."

---

Nick wasn't sure how long he had sat in the hospital's waiting room. He looked up hopefully at each door that opened and each doctor that passed, hoping they would bring news on Greg. Just when he felt like going crazy with the waiting and the uncertainty, a doctor approached him.

"Mr. Stokes?" Nick immediately jumped to his feet. "Yes, that's me. Is he alright? Is Greg okay?" That primal fear he had felt at the crime scene suddenly coursed through his veins again. "The surgery was successful," the doctor explained, "we were able to stop the bleeding and repair the damage the bullet did." "That's-- that's good news, right?" Nick still worried. "It is." The doctor smiled briefly. "He lost a fair amount of blood, but his condition is stable. If you hadn't had pressed the wound closed, it could have been a lot worse."

Nick sighed a deep sigh of relief. This really was something he needed to hear. Sure, Greg would still have a lot of recovery to do, but the doctor's cautious optimism on his full recovery was definitely something Nick needed to hear.

"Can I see him?" Nick asked. "You can," the doctor nodded, "I'll show you to him."

---

After sending a quick text to both Brass and Russell, Nick stepped into the quiet of the hospital room Greg had been appointed. The noises of the hospital were drowned out the moment Nick pulled the door shut behind him.

Nick sat himself down in the chair by Greg's bedside. He had expected Greg to still be out, but was somewhat surprised when the younger CSI stirred and groggily opened his eyes.

"Hey." Greg sounded exhausted and not entirely lucid yet after the anesthetic and the blood loss. "Hey, man," Nick said softly, "how're you feeling?" "Absolutely trainwrecked," Greg mumbled, "but all these painkillers have me high as a kite." Nick chuckled. He was glad to see Greg already had some of his wit back.

"Nick..." Even though weak, Greg's voice held a serious undertone now. "Thank you, for what you did for me today. Without you there, I..." Greg's voice trailed off as he tried to swallow away the sudden lump in his throat. "There's no need to thank me," Nick smiled softly. "Yes, there is," Greg immediately replied, "I know you won't accept anything for it, not even just the credits, but at least let me buy you a steak dinner once I'm up and running again." Nick chuckled. "Deal."

Nick could see how much Greg needed his rest for now, and he would gladly grant him that. Just seeing Greg and speaking to him, had calmed most of Nick's fears and worries, and he was satisfied about his friend's well-being.

Nick slowly rose to his feet. "Get some sleep. I'll come visit you again first thing tomorrow." But before Nick could even fully get up out of his seat, Greg's hand wrapped around his sleeve. "Would you..." Greg hesitated, "would you mind staying? I don't like being here by myself, and... my parents are out of state, they can't be here until tomorrow, so..."

Nick didn't even need to think twice, and immediately sat back down. "Of course." If that was what Greg needed to be calm and get the much-needed rest, than Nick would stay. Because all that mattered was that Greg got better.

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