Title: A Shiver of Fear
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas /CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 9, Cold
Warning: on-going series
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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A cold shiver trickled down Greg's spine, making him stand upright quickly.

He looked around, a frown on his face, but he didn't see anyone in the immediate vicinity other than himself and Ryan. No one was here with them.

Then why did he feel this coldness, this trickle of fear that seemed to seep through his body? Why did he feel that there were eyes on the two of them, that they were being watched by someone who was keeping their distance, someone who hovered just out of the reach of his vision?

It was as though he could see some kind of blurred figure there, out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned around to confront them, there was no one in sight.

He didn't believe in ghosts. There wasn't a shadowy spirit in the room.

Yet still that coldness persisted, that feeling of impending danger. He couldn't ignore it; he'd learned the hard way to pay attention when he felt a presence.

There was a coldness in the room that hadn't been there when he and Ryan had first entered to start processing the crime scene. The bodies weren't here any longer, but the smell of blood was in the air, that coppery scent that lingered in his nostrils long after he'd done his job.

Not only that, but he could sense eyes on him.

Ryan wasn't looking at him. He knew that. His boyfriend was concentrating on gathering evidence, bagging it, doing his job. They were usually both focused on that when they were at a crime scene, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

That cold shiver trickled down his spine again, making him look around almost frantically. Who could be here? Who was watching them? And why?

But he didn't see anyone. He and Ryan were alone. He was sure of that.

Greg went back to gathering evidence, glancing at Ryan to reassure himself that his boyfriend was doing the same. Ryan didn't seem to feel that they were being watched.

If he did, Greg was sure that he would say something about it. But he continued to methodically process the crime scene, before he looked over at Greg and smiled, spreading his hands and raising a brow. "I think I'm about done here, babe. What about you? Nearly ready to go?"

Greg forced a smile, nodding in answer to Ryan's question.

"Let's get back to the lab," he murmured, getting to his feet and trying to ignore that cold trickle of apprehension he felt moving his spine again.

He would feel a lot better once they were out of here.

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