Title: Eyes Are Watching
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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Greg felt a cold shiver trickle down his spine.

He jerked his head up, his gaze searching the room. He was sure that someone was there with him, that he could feel eyes following his every move.

But there was no one here; he was alone. Ryan was in the next room, gathering evidence, taking pictures, just as he was. They were both intent on their job; they had agreed that they needed to collect the evidence and get out of this place as fast as they could.

Neither of them liked being in abandoned buildings, and even though the fire marshals had said that the place was safe, it had given them both the creeps.

This was the part of his job that he liked the least.

Feeling that there was some kind of danger involved in what he and Ryan were doing had never bothered him before, but this danger felt more real than usual.

Somehow, Greg felt that there was a pronounced chill in this place, even though it had burned down less than two days ago. It seemed to be devoid of any warmth, and even though his eyes told him that there was no one watching what he was doing, he still felt uneasy.

He was sure that there was some kind of malevolent gaze on him, and probably on Ryan, as well. Someone was watching every move they made. He was sure of it.

He hated this feeling. He hated knowing that they were being watched, and not being able to do anything about it. He'd always been a man who liked to take action.

But that was something that they couldn't do, Greg told himself firmly. Whoever was watching them could just be an innocent bystander, someone who wanted to see a part of the police unit at work. Maybe some kid who wanted to be a CSI one day, who looked up to them.

So all that he could do was scan the room to see if he could catch someone watching him, though that was obviously proving to be very ineffective.

And that coldness in the air was intensifying.

Greg shivered again, bending to pick up one more piece of evidence with a pair of tweezers and slip it into a plastic bag. There. He was done. There was nothing else to gather up.

He hoped that Ryan had made it through all the evidence that there was to get in the other room. Right now, all he wanted was for them to get out of here, away from this cold sensation, away from the feeling that there were critical eyes everywhere, waiting for him to make some kind of mistake.

Slowly, he got to his feet, glancing around again. But he saw no one, nothing that should make him feel this uneasy. He was alone, except for Ryan in the next room.

Greg left the room quickly, ready to leave as soon as possible.

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