Tell me what you think. First CSI fic, may or may not be continued, depending on reviewer response. Please reserve judgment until the end, okay? Then you may complain to your hearts content for my wasting your time. Enjoy!

Props to Korimi-sama for poking me until I posted this. Not that she really knows she was poking me, but nonetheless… sooo… props! ((BTW: Yeah, this was the monster I was talking about...))

"I've got some good news and some bad news."

Grissom had gathered his forensics team in is office and was sitting behind his desk, a frown on his face. He wasn't happy.

"Good news first." Catharine said, wondering what one earth would have Grissom looking worried. She braced herself for a sarcastic 'my mistake, no good news'.

"We're getting a new team member. Her specialty is DNA, blood work, and other laboratorial procedures, but she also has a firm background in just about every other forensics subject possible, including historical forensics and cold-case files." Grissom explained.

"So what's the bad news?" Greg asked. "That sounds like pretty good news to me, what kind of downside could it have?"

"Her name is Lillian James."

Sarah's eyebrows rose. "Dr. James!" She asked. "Dr. James is working here?"

"You know of her?" Warrick asked. Sarah shrugged.

"You don't?" She retorted. "Dr. James is only the smartest human being on this planet!"

"I wouldn't go that far." Catharine said. "But she is intelligent. Warrick, this girl has a doctorate in forensics, a Liberal Arts degree, and a degree in Criminal Psychology."

"So? Lots of people have that."

"At 15?"

"WHAT!"

Grissom watched his companion's fuss over the incoming CSI. Admittedly, he didn't like the idea any more than they did. A mere child? Actually doing field work, working in the lab? Their lab?

"Guys, calm down. She start's Monday, I expect you to be on your best behavior." Grissom said, as though speaking to children. He returned to some paperwork regarding their present case, clearly dismissing them.

"This will be interesting. I hope my manly charms don't distract her in the lab." Greg boasted, puffing out his chest and grinning. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Dream on, Romeo. You're 25, and she's a minor."

"Come on, Sarah, you're the only girl for me." Greg winked. Sarah merely rolled her eyes again.

"Do you have that sample tested yet?"

"Sure do." Greg went to print up the report.

"What do you think of all this?" Catherine asked as she and Warrick processed a wreck of a car. "Blood on the passenger rear bucket seat."

"I'm on it. Not sure. It seems a bit odd, but if she's qualified… Hand me that brush."

"Here. And I know, but still… She has no field experience, and she's awfully young. I'm worried she'll be worse than Greg when he started."

"That could be bad. Hey, straw! Didn't Johnson say he's never been to a farm?"

"He did, didn't he? Send it to trace and cross your fingers it matches the straw found in the vic."

"Grissom." Grissom picked up the phone in his office.

"Hello, sir. This is Lillian James, we've not spoken yet. I'm supposed to be starting work this Monday?" a young female voice said. Grissom winced slightly. She sounded awfully weak-spirited.

"Ah, yes, Dr. James. Is there a problem?"

"No, sir. I was just wondering if it would be acceptable for me to come in early, just to acquaint myself with the laboratory, the building, the people…"

"You should really speak with Brass about this." Grissom shuffled through some papers, confused at her call.

"You're my immediate superior, sir." Lillian stated plaintively.

"I have no problem with it." Grissom said as he grimaced. His team probably would.

"Thank you, sir. I'll see you in an hour." There was a click, then a dial tone. Grissom stared at the phone for a moment before hanging up. He pinched the bridge of his nose before returning to the printouts before him.

"Can I help you, Miss?"

"Lillian James, I start work officially in two days. I'm here to meet with my supervisor briefly."

"Ah, yes. You've been expected. You have your CSI ID, correct?" Lillian responded by pinning the plastic card to her lapel with a sheepish grin. The secretary nodded.

"Second door on the right."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Lillian turned and took a deep breath. It was intimidating being the youngest person in an entire building, but she brushed the feeling off. Five years in college at anywhere from ten to fifteen years younger than the next youngest person there wasn't for nothing.

She double-checked her hair in the glass, assuring herself that it wasn't falling out if it's strict bun, her scarf was neatly positioned, ID straight. She nodded to herself before knocking on the door labeled 'Grissom".

"Come in." She heard. She nodded once more to herself before opening the door, stepping in, and closing it behind her.

"Dr James, I presume?" Grissom stood up. Lillian moved forward to shake his hand firmly before seating herself in front of the desk.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions, sir. For example, who will I be working most directly with?"

"Greg Sanders." Mentally, Lillian frowned. Outwardly, she retained a stoic mask of indifference.

"I'd like to meet him prior to my first day."

Grissom stood. "Follow me." He led her to the lab, mentally sighing when he noticed Greg's less than professional behavior. He entered and pushed the pause button in the CD player. Greg looked up from his 'drumming'.

"Grissom. I have that report." He grinned winningly. Grissom shook his head, eyes closed. "Greg, Dr. James. Dr. James, Greg." And he left. Lillian raised an eyebrow.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Sanders." She said, glancing at his name tag and then turning her gaze to the confused man.

"Umm… same here?" Greg looked her up and down. Dressed in a beige suit accented with a crimson scarf and ruby jewelry, Lillian looked like she belonged in a magazine photograph, not in a laboratory.

"I wasn't aware," Lillian began, walking around and inspecting the equipment, "that I would be working with someone so immature. Honestly, death metal does not belong in a laboratory."

"That wasn't death metal!"

"Whatever. I'll expect you to behave more professionally when I start work." Lillian eyed his messy desk.

"Greg! Where did that report go!" Sarah swung her head into the room. "Who's that?"

"Dr. Lillian James." Lillian said, turning around. Sarah's eyes widened in surprise.

"Dr James, I thought you weren't coming in until Monday?"

"I'm just touring, so to speak. You realize you left a pencil on the floor? Safety hazard, Mr. Sanders. You should be ashamed."

Greg blushed slightly. Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Look, Dr. James, you do realize that Greg is your partner, so to speak. You shouldn't—"

"With all due respect, ma'am, stuff it. I refuse to tolerate substandard or hazardous work conditions." Lillian said, setting her briefcase on the floor next to the desk, out of the way. He reached out a hand. "But I don't believe in being on bad terms with my co-workers either. I didn't catch your name?"

"Sarah." She replied, taking the hand. Lillian frowned.

"Any last name?" Lillian didn't notice her tag right away, as it was clipped to the bottom of her t-shirt.

"Formalities only get in the way. This is a fast paced business, you need to know your co-workers, Lillian."

Lillian looked affronted and bristled slightly before nodding. She knelt to pick up her briefcase.

"I have matters to attend to this evening. Nice meeting you, Sarah." She nodded at Greg. "Greg." With that she walked out of the room.

"Think I offended her?" Sarah asked, not the least bit worried.

"She acts like she owns the place." Greg said before handing Sarah the report she had come for and turning his music back on.

"Indeed she does act like that. We'll see how she reacts under pressure." Sarah barely fought back a smirk.