"This sucks." Lindsay Willows whined to her mother, Catherine, as they entered the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Indeed, it did suck. By sheer ill-luck, Catherine's boss allowed her to bring her daughter in for bring your child to work day.

Her mother, despite herself, couldn't help but agree. Not that she didn't love her daughter, but Lindsay had a tendency to bitch and moan about every other thing that came to mind. This was a mother-ass of a reason.
"Come on," Catherine began, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder, "You get off of school for a day. Isn't that good?"

"Sure, if I get to stay home and watch All My Children with my friends, not if I have to go with my mother to her stupid lab for twenty-four hours straight. This isn't fair!" Lindsay crossed her arms and huffed. Catherine sighed.

"Who said life was fair, sweetie? Keep moving." She pulled the teen along through the halls, until she was at Grissom's office.

"Gil?" She opened the door and smiled at her boss, who sat at his desk, reading over his papers. He looked up.

"Hello, Catherine--" He stopped, glancing at the scowling girl at the blonde's side, "--and Lindsay."

"Grissom." Catherine smiled.

"Bugman." Lindsay huffed.

This is going to be a long day.

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"Have you seen Lindsay?" Catherine asked breathlessly, not an hour later. She had bombarded into Grissom's office, frazzled and harried.

"I don't know." Grissom looked up from his crossword, glasses on the tip of his nose. To be honest, he hadn't been looking for her; the girl had issues, man.

"Well, tell me if you do. Nick!" Catherine headed out upon seeing Nick Stokes enter the lab, eyes glued to his cell phone.

"You know, they should really make these text screens bigger." He mused. Catherine snatched the phone away. "Hey!"

"Have you seen Lindsay?" Catherine demanded.

"Not since she was ten, why?" Nick deadpanned, a mistake on his part. Throwing his phone onto the floor, Catherine stomped away.

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"Lindsay! Where the hell have you been!?!" Catherine huffed, spotting her daughter, leaning against the wall in a daze. Her eyes were glued to a lab window.

"Huh?" She muttered. Catherine shook her shoulder, snapping her back to the living.

"You can't just wander off like that, Lindsay!" She barked, face reddening in fume. Lindsay barely noticed.

"He's cute." She said dreamily. Catherine sighed.

"Who's cute, Lindsay?"

"Him." Lindsay pointed to the window.

The only person behind it was none other than Greg Sanders, checking his lab results.

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"Is Greg cute?" Catherine asked Nick the next day. He raised his eyebrow at her.

"I wouldn't know, guys don't do that." He told her, smiling. She punched him playfully.

"I'm serious. Lindsay spent all of yesterday staring at him." She sighed. Nick chuckled.

"Don't ask me, ask your own kind." He told his colleague, before walking off.

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"Hey, Wendy!" Catherine called out to the brunette lab tech. Wendy turned.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I need your opinion."

"About what?" Wendy cocked her head, expecting a file to be presented.

"Do you think Greg's cute?" Wendy burst out laughing. "What?" Catherine demanded.

"God, Catherine, he's half your age!" The tech snorted. Catherine scowled.

"Not me, Lindsay! She was going on about how hot he was yesterday."

"Oh," Wendy calmed down, "Then hell, yeah, he's gorgeous."

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Catherine asked many others the same questions.

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"Well…yeah, he is!" Mindy exclaimed.

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"A little…a lot…I was never good with measurements." Ronnie mumbled, giggling.

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"I guess, in a geeky sort of way. Ask someone who isn't dating the boss." Sara deadpanned.

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"Are you serious? What'd I say five minutes ago!?!" Nick snapped.

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So there you have it. Catherine's inquiry was, indeed, answered:

Greg Sanders was extremely hot.

A\N-God, that sucked! Oh, well.