Author's Note: Rated T for language and perhaps some romantic situations.
Summary: Warrick's pissed at the world. Hodges is going to die. And Sara's giving Catherine a run for her money. Read and Review Please!
Disclaimer: The day I own CSI is when Harrison Ford announces that he's getting rid of his pirate earring, and Donald Trump gets a hair cut. Oh and William Peterson and Hugh Laurie are both found stark naked in my friend, Izzy's closet!
Breakups and Assassinations
Chapter 1: Advice and Daily mantras
The initial blow had hit him hard, he expected that. He tried his best to cover things up, but Warrick was not the kind to keep things inside. At first, nobody noticed, save Nick and Catherine, but then the phone calls from lawyers and attorneys built up at the office, and the unfortunate was leaked, whether by gossipy secretaries or the sympathetic looks they gave, to the rest of Grave.
Catherine was, of course, the first to respond; "The sting may seem permanent, War, but trust me, it leaves after a few years." A few years? A few years?! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me!
Nick give his most sincere condolences as a true friend always did. Greg, however..."Dude, totally sorry aobut Yoko there. But think of it htis way; There aren't any kids, so no child support!" Gee, thanks, Greg. Did I ever mention to you that I actually wanted to have children with Tina? Oh, and remind me again when I can kick that punk wannabe ass of yours!
Grissom, always being at his most emotionally inept at times like theses, just gave more meaningless quotes, the more than occasional blank stare, and stupid analogies. "'Steep yourself in work and all the world and its problems will disappear.'"
"Please tell me that's not your only piece of advice, Gris."
"It's the best I can give you, Warrick. That quote is not just advice, it's my daily mantra."
"And who did you get that 'mantra' from, exactly?"
"No one. I made it up in the sixth grade. But it works, trust me, it works."
"Well...thanks." I'll just stick that little tidbit in the back of my head until the next time I decide I want to be your clone.