A?N I know, i know, everyone else has one, and they are basically all the same, but I have come up with my own CSI high school fic. Clicks, statis, follow:
Atwater- Principal
Ecklie- Vice Principal
Sam Braun - Calculus teacher
Gil Grissom- Science teacher
Jim Brass- History teacher
Al Robbins- English teacher (Leave me alone, it's my fic)
Catherine Willows- Cheerleader
Warrick Brown- Science nerd
Sofia Curtis- Cheerleader
Bobby Dawson- Math nerd
Jacqui Franco- Math nerd
Heather Kessler- Cheerleader
David Hodges- Teachers pet
Archie Johnson- Jock
Cyrus Lockwood- Jock
Teri Miller- Cheerleader
Hank Peddigrew- Jock
David Phillips- Science nerd
Greg Sanders- Sceince nerd/ trouble maker
Sara Sidle- Sceince nerd
Nick Stokes- Jock
Judy Tremont- cheerleader
Mia Dickerson- Math nerd
Wendy Simms- Cheerleader
Mandy Webster- Science nerd
Micheal Keppler- Jock
Ellie Brass- Cheerleader
This is not a little drabble I plan for this to be a very very long fic!
In case your wondering- I have never seen any english or history nerds in my entire life. That's just in my old schools Long list right? Not when you think about it. Thanks, and don't take any offense at anything said.
Everyone is in the same grade except the teachers and stuff. Its just easier.
CSI IS NOT MINE!
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The second week of sophomore year. Absolutely nothing like the first. When you can just lean back and breathe, see the people around you instead of running around and looking for classes, jotting down the things that you forgot to get for class materials, and trying to remember what classroom belong to which class and teacher. Wonderful.
Greg Sanders was walking around the hallways with his hands in his pockets, whistling.
"Greg, what are you doing out here, go back to class," the vice principal, Ecklie, walked up to him.
"I have a note," He rummaged around his pockets and showed him a peice of paper.
"This is a reciept for a magazine and a peice of gum."
He turned it towards him, "Oh, right."
"I'll let it go this time, but you better get back to class now."
Greg stood up straight and saluted. Ecklie rolled his eyes and stalked off, looking for more unsuspecting victims.
He turned the corner to find a girl looking around and then down at a peice of paper.
"Hey," He called.
Her face fell a little in releif as she walked towards him, "Hi. Do you think you could tell me where room 102 is?"
"Sure, I'll take you there. C'mon."
She smiled a little,"Really, thanks."
"So, Greg, Greg Sanders. At least that's what my underware says," Greg extended his arm as they walked, "Youn know, everyone is usually in class at this time. It's the second week."
"Yeah, well, my first. Sara Sidle."
"Really, Sara Sidle, why's that?"
"Uh..."
Sara was saved when a teacher came up to them.
"Sanders, shouldn't you be in class?"
Greg spun around,"Getting there, Dr.G. I'm just being a good samaritan and showing around another student."
"Really, might said student be the one next to you?"
"Yes it would be," Sara turned around, "Sara, this is Dr. Grissom, best damn science teacher you're ever going to meet. Dr. G, this is Sara Sidle, fresh off the bus this week."
Sara's Smile widened, "Dr. Gil Grissom? I've read your books. They don't bore me like many of the others due. That's a high compliment."
"Thank you, Miss Sidle. Greg, get to class so Ecklie doesn't give you detention again, and you miss the research course."
"Got ya, Sara, lunch fifth period?" She nodded after consulting her peice of paper, "Meet me by the main doors, and if you blow me off, I'll just call you name over the loud speaker."
Sara turned and walked in pace with Dr. Grissom.
"Well, Sara, where are we headed?"
"Room 102."
"History with the Brass?"
"Yes."
"He's a little dry, but I hear his tests are easy."
"Really, how would you come upon this information?"
"I know how to listen, and believe me, others do talk. Here we are."
"Thank you. I'll see you sixth period, and after school."
"Greg is in my sixth period, and you are taking the research course?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Okay then, see you later. Pleasure to make your aquantance."
Dr. G continued down the hallway and Sara opened the door, interrupting the man in his lecture.
"Is this the late Sara Sidle."
"Yes."
"Okay, take a seat anywhere and start taking notes, because I'm on a roll."
Sara sat in a seat one row up from the back, starting to take notes. In about a minute, she was interrupted.
"Pssst, new girl."
Sara turned to her side a little. The blonde who was calling her was in the row next to her, a seat back.
"What?"
"Better watch out, here there be vipers!" She smiled wide before another student sitting next to her pipped in.
"Knock it off Cat, leave her alone."
She kept her stare on Sara, "Yuo know, they call me Cat for a reason," She winked.
The boy sitting next to her turned his attention to her, "Don't worry about her. That's Catherine Willows. Head Cheerleader," He rolled his eyes.
"I saw that!" Cat laughed.
"Yeah, well then knock it off," turning his attention to Sara, "I'm Nick Stokes. Sara Sidle, right?"
"Yeah, and don't worry, I've handled worse than cats and vipers."
Nick laughed, "Good to know, maybe you'll survive this school."
"Shouldn't we be paying attention?"
"Brass? He doesn't notice anything unless your on a desk screaming your lungs out. Ask Greg Sanders, I'll introduce you later if I see you again. We did a whole study last week. He did get detention for that, though. We've got all our teachers figured out already. Never is too soon."
"Greg Sanders, I met him in the hallway. He told me to meet him at lunch or else he would call me on the microphone."
"Yeah, don't tempt him neither, he will do it, trust me."
Just then I student in front of Nick raised his hand, "I'm sorry Mr. Brass, could you repeat that, I couldn't hear you over the talking."
Nick rolled his eyes and pretended to slam his head on the desk.
"Well, sure David, or the ones in back of you could quiet down? Nick and Catherine again, I pressume."
"Yes, well, when I went to private school in California we never had this problem. But of course, I had to drop out because they were all snobs."
"Nice to know, can I continue?"
David nodded his head. Thirty minutes later and the bell wrang. Sara was gathering her things up and going to try and navigate the halls when Nick started talking to her again.
"Where do you go next?"
"Third period? Gym."
"Really? Too bad, I'm not in that class, but I know some guys that are in it. They could get you there. Come on."
Nick and Sara left the classroom and headed down the hall to a large group of boys.
"Sara Sidle, meet most of the football team. Now, this isn't like all the other dumb ass football teams in other schools because we gotta get above a C to stay on the team, ain't that right boys?" Agreement all around. "Of course we like to pride ourselves on having all A's."
"Except of course Mike!" Yelled one.
"Oh, come on now, don't go talking about people behind their backs."
"Gotcha."
"Now if you'll look around you'll see Archie, Cyrus, and Hank. Mike isn't here right now, And there's more people on the team, but this is basically everyone who's who. Alright, now Hank and Archie have gym right now, so boys, help our lady get there," Hey turned back to Sara, "See you later, you're in good hands."
Sara was confused as Nick whirred away and went to hang on some girl, and two other guys escoarted her in a different direction.
"So, what might we be calling you?" One of them asked.
"Sara. Sara...Sidle," She was looking into blue eyes.
The other one caught her attention, "So, I'm Archie, and this is Hank."
Sara smiled at both of them. They filled the conversation going back and forth about themselves and the school. Within a minute, they were at the locker rooms.
"Nice meeting you Sara, see you in class."
Sara said thanks and headed into the locker room.
After changing, she headed out to the gym which was slowly filling.
"Hey," Sara turned around to a brown eyed girl.
"Hi."
"Are you new, because I know almost everybody and I have never seen you before?"
"Yes, Sara Sidle."
"Hi. Wendy Simms," She looked over her shoulder as someone waved to her, "Is it okay if we talk later? I like to know everyone. But don't get me wrong, I'm not snobby or self centered or anything."
"It's okay, yeah, sure."
Wendy bounced off to join some other girls. Sara looked around and saw a boy reading against a wall.
"Hey?"
He looked up, "Hi," and then back down.
"What are you reading?"
"Talking Science."
"Hart-Davis? I wanted to read that myself, but couldn't get my hands on a copy. Have you read One Two Three . . . Infinity?"
He smiled, "Gamow? Of Coure. It's in my top list. I had to borrow that and Corpse from Grissom."
"Nature, Forensics, and the Struggle to Pinpoint Time of Death, by Sachs. I wouldn't think you to be into that since you're reading Talking Science. You borrowed it from Dr. Grissom?"
"I am, and everyone calls him Grissom or Griss except for Greg Sanders and the other teachers. He doesn't mind."
"It's seems that everyone here knows Greg Sanders."
He rolled his eyes, "He makes quite an impression."
Sara laughed, "Am I worthy of a name yet, or do I have to talk more science?"
He laughed, "No I think we're good. I'm Warrick Brown."
"Hi Warrick, Sara Sidle."
"Nice to finally have someone to talk to that isn't a teacher or bounces off the walls so you don't know what their saying."
"The feeling is mutual."
Just then, someone yelled, "Sara! What are you doing?"
Hank came over to take her away, grabbing her by the elbow lightly.
"What are you doing talking to him, nobody does, he's a nerd."
She paused and he turned to look at her.
"I talk to him," She glared before she turned back in Warrick's direction.
"You didn't have to do that. He's not really going to like you very much now."
"I could care less. Plus, he has no right calling you anything. If you're a nerd, so am I."
"Good to know. They really don't like me since a whooped them in basket ball last year."
"I thought they were good at sports."
"Please. They know how to run around and tackle things. Real sports are all math."
"Right, parabolas and all."
"Of course. You should probably get going. Gym's gonna start, and I have to sit out for the next week, so I sit here and read. Bye."
"Nice meeting you."
"You too."
With that, Sara walked over to the gym teacher, who was working on rallying the kids.
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The period went by fast, and before she knew it, Sara was heading to forth period, english.
Warrick walked her there, and to Sara's demise, Catherine Willows was in her class.
She took her seat across the classroom, at a then-empty table. Yet, soon, Greg walked into the classroom and headed directly to the seat across from her.
"So, I heard you met Nick and Cat already."
"Yeah, and some others. Warrick Brown said he knew you."
"Warrick! Man, you must be talking some fancy stuff to be able to get his name. He doesn't waist his time with anyone who hasn't read Origin of Species."
"I know. We talked some. I also met some of the football team, and Wendy...Simms."
"Wendy? She's already. A little peppy for me."
Sara raised her eyebrow, and Greg started laughing, "Okay, fine, maybe we're at the same level, but she had something for David Hodges. Who knows why, little rat. Got me five detentions and a Saturday detention last year."
"David? I saw him too. He tried to rat Nick and I out during history."
"You have history with Nick? Man, we ran an expiriment last week, and found out that the guy is totally deaf unless your screaming. I did get detention for that one."
"How do you get all these detentions?"
"Well, most of them are for experiments. Take last week, I almost got detention for walking around school without socks or shoes on one foot and walking around on crutches so that it wouldn't touch the ground. But- of course Dr. G pulled some strings for me and poof, no more detention. Ecklie is out to get me, school VP, in case you didn't know. But, it was Dr. G's experiment, so..."
The bell wrang and the teacher automatically gravitated to their table.
"The notorious Greg, stop terrorizing my students, don't you have some class to go to?"
Sara stared at him, "This isn't your class?"
He smiled, "Nope."
"Greg..."
"Okay, Doc Robbins, do you want to write me a pass? I really don't want to cause any more trouble?"
"Don't you think Mr. Ecklie will figure out that you don't have english with me three periods a day? I already wrote you two passes this morining for classes that weren't yours, and I still haven't had you yet in the day," he complained as he filled out yet another peice of paper.
Greg sighed to Sara, "This is why I love english, and english teachers. Thanks, Doc."
"Goodbye, Greg."
Greg left and another boy took his seat, seeing as there were no more in the class. Sara also noticed that the other corner was a group of girls all snickering. Catherine was surrounded by another blonde and two brunettes. Odly enough, while the other three snickered and laughed, Catherine wasn't talking to them.
The class flew by, and after Sara was given a copy of The Scarlet Letter to read, she vertured off to lunch. Greg was right were he said he would be.
"Hey, ready for lunch?"
"Yep, where do we sit?"
"Our table has been reserved, right this way."
Greg and Sara started across the lunch room to the outside tables. At one of them were Nick and his friends, another held Catherine and hers, a third was Warrick and some other kids, which was were they sat.
"Sara, this is Bobby, Jacqui, David (Not the snitch), Mia, Mandy, and of course, Warrick. This is the smarts table. That" He pointed to Cat's, "Is the Cheerleaders, and that is the jocks. I rotate everyday, and soon, so will you."
Sara smirked, "I don't think I'm welcome at that one," She nodded towards Cat's.
"Neither am I, "said Mandy, "I said something about Cat's dad, and she went berserk on me. I can't halp it if he's the calculus teacher!" "They're not the friendliest, but you know, Cat really is nice, and a lot of fun, once you get to know her. The ones you need to stay away from are Ellie, Heather, and Teri. Those are three bad girls. Ellie is the Brass's daughter, and Dr. G helped him get custody of her, but by then it was too late, she was already one of THEM. All the jocks are good, sometimes Hank is a little on the off side, and you really need to watch Mike. He got thrown off the team for cheating on finals last year, but other than that, their good. Oh, and Sofia, Teri and Heather like the same guy, but don't know it yet. I just want to see what happens and then who will get Ellie. It's like a giant TV show. All the drama you need is right here."
"Oooo-kay?"
"Beleive me, you'll love it here."
"Of course I will. And by the way, we're in the same science class, and I'm taking the research course after school, too."
Greg laughed, "Everybody at this table is taking the research course. As are Nick and Cat. Heather, Teri, and Sofia take it too, but not really for the science. This years theme is forensics."
"Oh."
After eating, they headed off to science, the best class of the day.
Greg and Sara were there first, since they left lunch early, and found Grissom sitting at his desk filling out paper.
"Ecklie's paperwork is going to be the death of me," he mumbled to them without looking up.
"Too bad we can't help," Greg mentioned, and Grissom's head lifted a little at we. Greg started heading to his desk, and Sara moved in front of Grissom's at the front of the classroom.
"Sara."
"Dr. Grissom. Or is it just Grissom? Another student told me that you let us call you that."
"Of course. Greg didn't ruin your brain yet with his high school soap opera, did he?"
"He explained it to me. He also told me that the theme this year was forensics?"
"For the research course? Of course. I cannot wait for the chance to preform the ultimate experiments."
"Sounds like fun. Warrick Brown also told me you have a vast library, care to lend out some books on the subject?"
"Of course."
Grissom dropped his pen and headed to the side room, motioning for her to follow. There was multiple book shelves full of books. He picked one and she picked a few more, walking out with a huge grin on her face.
By the time they had gotten back, the classroom was almost full and the bell started to ring. Sara went to sit next to Greg, who had put her bookbag there. She noticed that she was surrounded by Warrick, Greg, Nick, Cat, and Hank.
Warrick and Nick said hi, and Cat rolled her eyes, turning to talk to the girl next to her.
Grissom started the lesson, and everyone quieted to listen. Sara took notes, writing down almost everything he said. Once class was over, she was sorry to have to leave, but did anyway, hurring to get to her next class, sewing. To this, she saw no point, and in knowing no one in the class, she sat in the back, reveiwing her notes. Her next class, health, was also pointless, and she listened with one ear as the teached jarbled on.
Finally, school was over, and it was time to head back to science. On her way there, Hank caught up to her.
"Hey, Sara?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you might want to hang out some time?"
Sara shrugged, "Maybe."
"Well, call me. Here, give me your hand." He took it and wrote down his number. So, finally, Sara left for her class, and sat down right in front.
"Hey, Sara, what's on your hand?" Cat asked.
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?It looks a lot like a number to me..."
Greg perked up, "Number? Whose?"
"Sara, you know you're 'sposed to give the guy the number, and not the way around, right," Nick laughed.
"Look, it's nothing, could we please move on?"
Everyone agreed, and went on with the group work to solve the case they had been given.
Sara scribbled the number down on a peice of paper and threw it into her bag for no reason.