"Hello Parents, and welcome to Career Day! Our first parent to speak will be Mrs. Sara Stokes, Sydney's mother, who is a criminalist with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Mrs. Stokes?"

A man who had been sitting next to Sydney stood up.

"Excuse me sir, you are.?"

Grissom semi-ignored her and began with, "Hello everyone, my name is Gil Grissom, and I am a colleague of Mrs. Stokes's. Neither she nor her husband were able to make it today, as they are working on a very difficult case."

"Ahh. Well, Sydney, if you would, tell us a little about what your parents and Mr. Grissom do."

"Well, they go into work at night, and come home in the morning. And they poke dead bodies and look at bugs and stuff, right Uncle Gil?"

"That's right, Syd. Now, class, I am an entomologist. Does anyone know what that means?" Seeing that everyone in the class was staring at him, he continued with, "Anyone?"

"It means you study bugs." A smart-looking boy sitting in the front row answered, while his dad, a stout man in coke-bottle bottom glasses and a lab coat beamed.

"Right. I am a crime scene investigator, and my specialty is entomology. Bugs. I look at a dead body, or DB as we call them, and study the stages that the bugs on the body are in."

Bug talk or not, the kids were getting antsy. One child raised his hand and waved it around in the air until Grissom called on him. "What color was your hair before it got all gray?"

"Uhhhh." This was all Grissom could manage before another child called out, "Do you study snails?"

Ahh, this was more up his alley. "Not a lot, usually flies and such.

The child who had wondered about Grissom's hair color called out again.

"Are you married?" "Not yet."

Another child started singing "Great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts." under his breath.

To get the children's attention back, Grissom launched into a story. "Once, we found a body in a bag, and when we opened up the bag, the body was almost liquefied!"

A child sitting a few seats over from Sydney asked, "What does liquefied mean?"

The smart kid answered quickly, "It means it was all gross and watery!"

The entire class, including some parents, gave a collective "EWW!!"

At this point Grissom's phone rang. "Hold on a sec, class." In a lower voice, Grissom picked up his phone with a gruff, "Grissom."

"Gil? It's Cath."

"Hi."

"Listen, I'm stuck on this case-do you think you could pop by Lindsey's school and be there for her Career Day?"

"Umm, Cath, could you put Sara or Nick on the phone?"

"Yeah, hold on one-wait.Oh, you're already there, aren't you?"

"Yep. I've discovered that kids like liquefied bodies."

"Oh, Gil, you didn't!" Catherine laughed.

"Oh well. Now, get back to work! You're already on overtime as it is!"

"Ok, love you, bye!"

"Love you too, and I'll tell Lindsey you say hi!" Grissom hung up the phone just as the kids started to bombard him with more questions.

"Who was that?"

"Where do you live?"

"What is your dogs name?"

"Class, settle down, Mr. Grissom will answer your questions if you raise your hand!" The teacher reprimanded the class.

"Well, actually, I have to go over to Lindsey Willows' class right now. I'll be back to pick you up later Sydney!" And with that Grissom left the room. 'Ok.' He thought to himself. 'Where is Lindsey's class. Oh Mrs. Brown- that's it.' Grissom knocked on the door of the classroom and a tall blond lady let him in. "May I help you?" "Ahh, yes. I'm here for Lindsey Willows? I'm her uncle." "Well then come on in!" He caught the end of one child's question. "Where do babies come from?" Grissom groaned.

TBC?? Idk!