David Pierce sat in his dark office, eyes tightly shut. It was 5:30 in the morning, and the day shift CSI's were about to come on duty. He arrived at the crime lab early this morning, getting his mother to baby-sit his six-year-old daughter, Hilary-Anne. Hilary was the only thing that he lived for, now that his wife was dead. His wife, Allison, had been murdered 5 years earlier, making him one of the most dedicated CSI's in Los Angeles. He loved to catch the bad guys. He hated that he didn't spend a lot of time with Hilary-Anne, but whatever time they spent together was wonderful.
Maybe he'd take her out for dinner tonight. He'd let her choose the restaurant, so she'd get to feel grown up. She would squeal, throwing her arms around him, exclaiming he was the best dad on the planet. She would wear her curly, blonde hair in two pigtails, and pick a disgusting fast food joint to eat at. He'd crinkle his nose at the thought of a triple bypass burger, but he would pull into the restaurant parking lot anyway. Anything for his little girl…
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat, "Come in!" he said groggily. His door was pushed opened to reveal a smiling woman. "Pierce! You're here early this morning!" He smiled. It was Heather Montgomery, his second-in-command at the crime lab. Her dirty blonde hair hung loosely at her shoulders. Her blue eyes danced, making her plain look, seem sophisticated. She was 36, but she often had the excitement of a 5-year-old.
"I could say the same for you, Heather," he replied, getting out of his chair and grabbing a few folders out of a drawer, "The others better get here soon! The replacement from Quantico is going to be here shortly…" Heather rolled her eyes, "Remind me again why a Fed is coming to work here?" Pierce looked at her, "You know we've been shorthanded lately…it'll be good to have someone lighten the load around here!" Heather sat down on David's chair and sighed, "Yeah…but a Fed? And come on! Los Angeles is a long way from Virginia!" Pierce groaned, "Heather, stop being such a baby! She is being sent here, it's not like she had a choice! She's probably driving here now grumbling about having to work in a shaudy crime lab in L.A.! So there, everyone's unhappy!"
The noise outside David's office grew louder. Heather stood up, "I'm going to the conference room." David nodded, "I'll be joining you in a second." Heather walked out of his office leaving him alone. He popped a few aspirin, and began to make his way to the conference room.
He walked at a steady pace through the bull-pen. Several people waved hello, he returned the gesture. He reached the conference room, and pushed open the door. All four heads looked at him. Heather was the first to speak, "Hey, boss!" she smiled at him, while drinking a coffee. The next was Samantha Hale. She was Colombian, with curly, brown hair and big brown eyes. She wore a white labcoat over a red blouse and a skirt. She was very beautiful, and at 32, the best forensics analysist in California. Samantha smiled warmly, "'Morning, Mr. Pierce," she spoke with a slight accent. David smiled at her. He always appreciated how respectful and kind she was.
"Surprised the Feds haven't relieved you of your command!" David followed the voice to Derek Ryan. Derek was 33, and had the most out of control brown hair that he had ever seen. He had intense blue eyes, and always seemed to be speaking his mind, even if it was a totally inappropriate time to be doing so. Pierce rolled his eyes, "One federal agent is going to be working here, Mr.Ryan! You're making it sound like we are being invaded by the FBI!" Derek grumbled, "It's only the start, my friend..." he let his sentence trail. Nathan Ellis punched Derek in the arm, "Let it go, man!" he exclaimed. Derek stuck his tongue out at him, and Nathan groaned. Nathan was the youngest person on the team, at 28. He had wavy black hair, and green eyes. Every girl in the lab had had a crush on him at one point or another! Aside from his good looks, he was an amazing blood spatter analysist. Him and Derek had grown to be best friends, and were known to behave childishly when they got together.
Pierce cleared his throat, "Back to business, our new co-worker is going to be working as a member of our team, and I expect everyone to treat her kindly, even if she does work with the FBI!" Nathan whistled, "A new girl, huh? It'll be nice to have some fresh meat around here!" Samantha's mouth dropped opened, "Sexist pig!" Derek rolled his eyes, "C'mon, Sam! You're just jealous!" She looked away, "I'm not even going to respond to that!" She huffed and crossed her arms. Heather's laughs echoed throughout the room.
Pierce cleared his throat, "Guys, this isn't high school! Can we all be professional?" Everyone nodded. Heather continued to muffle her giggles. David continued, "Her name is Audrey Callum..." he was then cut off by Nathan's loud groan. David inhaled deeply, "What is it, Mr. Ellis?" Nathan shifted in his seat, "Audrey...that's an old name! Nobody attractive is named Audrey!" Derek arched an eyebrow, "Care to make that statement interesting, Ellis?" Nathan looked at him skeptically, "How so?" Derek smiled mischeviously, "I bet you $50, that you are going to have a crush on the new girl!" Nathan smiled, "Care to up that bet? I will never like somebody named Audrey...reminds me of my grandma!" Nathan crinkled his nose. Derek extened his hand, "$100 says your going to be crushing on Miss Callum! Shake on it!" Nathan nodded and shook Derek's hand. Samantha rolled her eyes in disgust, and Heather patted her shoulder comfortingly. David stood defeated. Nobody felt like listening to him this morning, so he sat down and sighed. A sharp knock came on the door. Everyone stared at it...they were about to meet the mysterious Audrey Callum.
Kay, I guess that's it for now!! I hope that it wasn't too lame! There will be more action in it soon! Review if you want to! Thanks for reading!