Title: Premonitions of Disaster
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Mike Keppler
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: PG-13
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 Mike Keppler, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Mike had turned his cell phone off. No one could reach him.

After trying for the fifth time, Greg was more worried than ever. It wasn't like Mike to simply turn his phone off and leave no one any way to get in touch with him.

It was his day off, so he should be at home. But Greg had the feeling that he wasn't there, that he was doing something that had to do with work.

He didn't know why, but he was sure that Mike was in trouble. He could just feel it, a premonition of disaster that hovered around the edges of his consciousness, screaming at him to leave the crime lab, to go look for his fiancé before it was too late and Mike did something stupid.

Greg had no idea what it was that he thought Mike might do. He had no idea why he was feeling this way, but he wanted to listen to that little voice that was screeching in his head.

But he couldn't do that. He had to be here at the lab. He was on duty, he was working on a case, and he needed to focus on that instead of worrying about his lover.

Mike was a grown man. He didn't need anyone checking up on him.

Still, Greg couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. It wasn't like Mike to turn off his cell phone, even if he was sleeping, which Greg was sure he couldn't be.

There was something going on here, something that scared him. He couldn't put his finger on just what it might be, but it was something that would jeopardize his relationship with Mike. He was sure of it.

The more Greg thought about it, the more he wanted to rush out of the crime lab and do whatever he could to find Mike. Which was ridiculous, since he had no idea where his fianc&eaucte; actually was. No, he had to stay here, he told himself firmly. He had to trust that Mike knew what he was doing.

The question was .... exactly what was Mike doing? Greg looked up at the clock and bit his lip. It was still four hours before he could clock out and leave work.

Why did he have this horrible premonition that tonight was going to change his life forever, that something would happen that would rip his entire world apart?

He didn't want to think like that. He didn't want to believe that he had some kind of sixth sense that let him know when there was some kind of danger surrounding him; if that was the case, then he would probably feel that way nearly every time he went out to a crime scene.

Yet he'd always had that ability -- that little something extra in his senses that told him when he was being watched, or when there was danger present.

He didn't talk about it with anyone, not even Mike, because in some ways, it sounded crazy. But that sixth sense had kept him safe, and probably saved his life more than once.

Of course, it hadn't always kicked in for him, but often enough for him to trust it.

Why was it kicking in now? Why was this premonition of disaster pressing down on him, making him feel that he had to find Mike, to make sure his lover was safe?

All he could think about was finding Mike, talking to him, easing the disturbance that crowded into his mind. Greg knew that he couldn't leave the lab, but he was starting to feel panicky.

He had to calm down, Greg told himself, taking a few deep breaths and clutching the edge of the table hard enough to make his knuckles whiten. Getting upset wouldn't do either him or Mike any good. He had to stay calm, and trust that the man he loved would come walking into the lab at some point.

There were all kinds of places he could have gone where he would have turned his cell phone off. There was nothing for him to worry about. He had to focus on that fact.

Greg closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe slowly. He couldn't get into a panic. That would only make him look like a fool, and make him feel ridiculous.

But that feeling of impending disaster still wouldn't go away.

Why was it still hanging around? Why wouldn't that feeling slink away, and let him work in peace? Why did he feel more and more that Mike was in trouble and needed him?

He couldn't shake that feeling; it was going to follow him wherever he went, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his work. Why wouldn't it leave him alone? Greg knew that he would be fretting over it and looking at the clock every five minutes until he could finally go home.

Hopefully, by that time, he would have heard from Mike, and this feeling would subside. It was all he could hope for at this point. He just didn't want it to drive him to distraction all night.

Somehow, he had a feeling that this premonition of disaster would have a huge impact on his life.

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