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Canon: Just as it says. Canon. No Alex, whatever happens to poor boy on show happens in this verse. Open for relationship developments, not meaning just romantic or romantic at all. Friends, love interest, throw anidea at me in PM. Prompts and main rp. Open for anyone to know him. Most of his sixwordstories posts and responses to people will be this verse unless noted or the person knows him in one of the other verses then it's a given. He is currently dating a good friend's OC named Caitlin Stafford stat_girl and might reference her. Sorry if that confuses anyone.

Daddy: Greg is single and taking care of his son Alex (rp spawned child) on his own juggling work and fatherhood. (Prompt writing and rp if you want him.)

Five Boroughs: Greg has transferred to NYC as this rp is set there. He's getting settled in, after getting a job offer and feeling he needed to explore his options. Spurred on by the departure of Grissom, and encouraged in a way to do so. (rp only, possible prompts. A lot of sixwordstories will also be open to this verse.)


Gives me a few different ways of writing him to hopefully keep him alive and going. Pick a verse or all to play with him in.

Greg came into Cait's work place with a bag of lunch, it became a daily routine. He smiled softly knocking on her office door. He relaxed and waited.

I might need a vacation soon.

Life just couldn't get any better.

Greg had been steadily packing his things up while Caitlin was off at work, he was looking forward to this. He put everything into his Denali and smiled tonight would be a surprise when he brought his stuff over. He didn't need any of the furniture so he got some money for it and climbed in. He stopped off and picked her up something to eat and drove to her work. They knew him by now and let him in without calling her so he could surprise her. He smiled and knocked at her door knowing she was in there.

"Delivery."

"I don't remember anything past getting hit over the head with something."

"Just relax Greg, you got a pretty nasty bump."

Greg just looked up at his new night supervisor Catherine Willows, seeing more then one of her he shook his head to try and clear it. Bad move, he learned that quickly. Catherine sent an EMT to check him out a bit before checking with other people. She wasn't thrilled one of her team got hurt. She returned shortly and sat with him.

"What can you remember Greg?"

"We got the call and I showed up on the scene. I didn't see anyone, neither did the officers on the scene. So I went inside, and that's when I heard someone. I turned and I saw a brief glimpse of a face, not much. That was right before my head was greeted by a baseball bat."

"Yeah they took a pretty good swing at you. I want you to go to the hospital and get checked out Greg."

"Catherine I'm fine."

"Greg that was an order."

He looked up and was met by Catherine's don't mess with me face. The face that always made Greg feel like he was in big trouble, then again Catherine was like an older sister type and he respected her. And so relented.

"Alright if you think it's that bad."

"I just want to be sure you are alright Greg. Go."

Greg smiled and stood allowing himself to be taken to the hospital and checked out. He was fine, a slight concussion and he went home calling Catherine to let her know and was told to take the next day off. He called Caitlin then to let her know what happened, and listened to her worry over the phone. All in a days work.

Muse | Greg Sanders
Fandom | CSI: Las Vegas
Word Count | 299
Catherine used within is not binding on any played Catherine.

It had been a few days since they'd gone out to eat after work, and ended up making out in the backseat of his truck. True to his word he didn't breathe a word of it to anyone. He did his play flirting here and there at work which was nothing unusual. He actually enjoyed having someone around that could get his humor sometimes and not look at him oddly.

Christmas day came and he was looking forward to spending more time with Riley, who he was surprised after kissing him wanted to still go somewhere with him. He wasn't one of those guys that had super high self esteem but he did have some. He just saw most women as being out of his league. They had agreed for him to pick her up at eight so that's when he showed up.

Knocking on her door dressed semi nicely in a pair of black slacks and a black long sleeve shirt. He waited for her to answer the door.

Greg had been working a lot lately and he was finally just glad to know he didn't have work the next morning and could relax. He checked in on Alex and smiled kissing his son's head before heading into the bedroom he shared with Kyla and undressed slipping in beside her. He leaned in and placed a quick kiss to her lips.

For me I think it was the idea of being able to help out the police. To unlock the mysteries of the people that tried to leave no trace of their crime. Not thinking or even realizing a strand of hair falling off their shoulder, or that little scratch would lead to their downfall. Of course they are smarter now and try to leave less behind. That's what makes it fun.

My family well up until recently they still thought I stayed working in the lab safe. I think my poor mother almost keeled over when I told her I was in the field. That and finding out I was shot at, and that I ended up in the hospital after getting beaten. They'd rather their only child to play it safe. Though they aren't as bad as they used to be. I think having a grandson helps.

That's how I got where I am. Pushing myself and looking for new challenges. Just like when the lab got to mundane I made the choice to go out in the field and become an actual CSI.

“I think relaxing is the farthest thing from your mind.”

"Funny McDowell."

"I thought so Sanders."

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Greg Sanders // CSI // 314
Kyla used with ongoing permission from her mun. the Alec McDowell is the one in my headspace.

Greg still at times was haunted by the face of Demetrius James and those white contacts of his. That night played over and over still in his head. Sure he was exonerated of the charges. Then the city settling out of court with his family. The fact of the matter for Greg was he killed someone. Someone that could have been apprehended differently. Someone who possibly hate a bright future ahead of them and he had cut it short. In a blink of an eye, as his heart pounded in his chest, in a ploy to frighten the young man he stepped on the gas planning to stop in time. The rushing towards his Denali had changed that.

He'd simply wanted to save a man's life and in the end took the life of another. Pats on the back about how well he did in saving a man's life did little to take the bitterness of killing a man from him. All part of the job he kept telling himself over and over. It's what he had to do in order to keep going. The bitterness had faded but Greg would always carry along the fact he killed someone.

He'd be sitting and playing with Alex and smile then the thought of an older Alex asking him if he'd ever killed anyone on his job abd he could feel his throat tighten. Would he be honest? Would he tell his son about Demetrius? Greg knew the answer to that, he knew he would. He was honest with his son, was honest with the woman who was now his wife. Kyla knew about it, knew exactly what Greg was dreaming about when he began tossing and turning. She was there to try and soothe him, kissing his brow and purring softly. She knew it calmed him down the certain soft way she'd purr. She knew which purr did what, they all effected Greg differently.

Greg had all the guilt in the world that the courts said he didn't have. Though he knew the day killing someone on the job didn't effect him, it was time to quit.

Greg Sanders // CSI // 353 words

It was Greg's day off and he was enjoying the sleep. Kyla was up and about finding it hard to sleep with the swollen belly. Greg figured he had it easy, she wasn't that far along. Greg however was about to find out just how much like a cat a transgenic was. He thought twenty weeks still gave him a bit, not for a transgenic. So when he heard Kyla cry out and looked at the clock seeing it said two in the morning he groaned some as he slipped out of bed.

When he got there he blinked as he saw her water had broke and he froze for a second. she gave him the look that he better get his ass moving so it didn't last long. He drove her to the hospital and went in with her. He thought for a bit there she would turn his hand into nothing but mush. 3am hit and Greg and Kyla sat in a room looking down at two beautiful children. Was a nice day off in the end, not much sleep but he got something better.

Greg Sanders // CSI // 186 words
ooc: this is some crack, I have no idea where he came from with it. It has no bearing on his fanon life.

Greg had been sick, seemed like every one was sick. Grissom was even out at home because he was sick was a surprise for Greg. That man could work through anything so you know it had to be pretty bad for the boss to stay home to rest up. Nick was sick as well, which made work interesting. So Greg after his shift went straight home taking the next day off. He had been trying to not get too close to Alex not wanting to get his son sick which sucked because Greg loved to play and so did Alex. Greg's coming home was his son;s favorite time. When he walked in Alex looked up with a hopeful smile.

"Daddy feeling better?"

"A little kiddo."

Greg lied, he hated seeing Alex sad so he played with him a bit then went to lay down. He closed his eyes and took in the quiet around him. It was peaceful and soothing to him. Though the quiet was broken by a sound that started out softly then got louder and more steady. He smiled as he felt Kyla curl into him and he wrapped an arm around her. Her purring had become more of a comfort then quiet had because it reminded Greg he wasn't alone no matter what happened.

Greg Sanders // CSI // 215 words

Oh wow this is a hard one. I mean who is to know what is going to happen even in the near future. Isn't this kind of like that saying counting your chickens before they hatch? Though in the spirit of this And if I jinx anything? We'll have issues I'll go ahead and do my best to answer this.

Number one on my list. Alex's first day of school, hey I count a few years as near future. I guess I just want to see if he takes to school like I did. I mean right now he's a curious lil thing and loves to learn new things, but school can be different. I'm looking forward to seeing the things he likes in school. Seeing how much like me he is, and seeing mainly how good I've done raising him.

The second thing? Would be the possibility of marrying Kyla. I mean of course she'd have to want to marry me. I'm not going to put a gun to her head and say marry me now Kyla. She'd so kick my ass if I tried that. Literally. I'd like to think she'd want to. I think it's along the lines of having that family sealed together. Me, Kyla, and Alex.

Third? Let's hope Kyla don't hurt me for this. Having another kid. One that I can be there for everything through. The pregnancy, the birth. I missed out on all of that with Alex. I missed out on six months of his life not knowing he existed. We are bonded now but I want to do the whole nine yards. Run out at night for the weird cravings. Hold her hand during birth. To cut the umbilical cord. To hold our baby when he's tiny and first come into the world.


Maybe I'm strange for that last one, but wouldn't be the first time I've been called such.

Greg Sanders / CSI / 315 Words

Greg had pulled a double shift for the third day in a row and feeling very much like a zombie wandered into the apartment he shared with Kyla and his son, their son. He set his keys down and walked and in his sleepy state he went straight for the softest place. The couch. Falling face first into it and he was out for the count.

It took a few hours for Kyla to worry enough to slip out of bed wondering where Greg was when she caught his scent strong. She walked out and shook her head with an amused smile on her face. She went and lifted him up easily and took him to bed. Once she had him undressed and into bed she climbed in and sought him out to curl into him. Once she was comfortable and had his arm around her she purred and drifted off to sleep.

Imagine the look on Greg's face to find himself in bed when he remembered sleeping on the couch.

Greg Sanders // CSI // 169 Words

Greg was fresh out of school and was finally starting the job he'd been working for. Of course everyone starts at the bottom and that is exactly where Greg Sanders found himself. The guy they had him observing and working with obviously didn't like him and Greg wasn't quite sure why. He hadn't done anything wrong, nothing big but every new guy messes up. Sometimes even the seasoned guys messed up. When the supervisor came in and asked the guy if the dna results were ready the guy moodily looked at him.

"Yeah, when you actually give me someone to work with instead of some freakshow reject for a partner, you be sure and let me know."

"Sanders not pulling his weight?"

"He gets in my way."

The guy walked away then and Greg looked to the supervisor who was about to turn away shaking his head. Greg hesitated then spoke up.

"Sir?"

"Yes Sanders?"

"I have your DNA results right here. It was a perfect match to the blood at the scene."

The supervisor paused then and looked to where the other guy went. He was a bit confused.

"Why didn't he tell me that?"

"He had gone off for a few hours. I processed the DNA myself. He was a bit upset I had."

"I see. Good job Sanders. You just helped put someone away."

He left and Greg actually felt good about himself. Of course this meant his life would be hell as he began looking for a full time position. He was praying for Vegas, seemed like a place that would keep him busy.

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