Title: Long Time No See
Summary: Twelve year old, Lindsey Willows runs into an old family friend at the Crime Lab NO SHIPS
Disclaimer: I own nothing sadly, so CBS please don't sue, for I have no money to give you if you did.
Rating: T (Just to be safe)
Spoilers: None as of now, but if there are any it will be nothing past the episode "Snakes."
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW It's my first fic (actually ficlet) ever and I welcome the good, the bad, the flames so I can improve!
A/N 2: Please see my member profile if you want to know of my thinking behind this fic. It's really not that long but it is for an "Authors Note." Now…ON WITH THE FIC(LET) ;)
The girl's Mother had told her to wait in her office until she came back from her errand so they could both go home. That was over ten minutes ago.
'She probably got caught up in a case. Now I'll never get home, just great, thanks Mom' she thought cynically, as she rolled her eyes, and left the office.
The young blonde walked down the halls, looking around as if remembering a dream, of a better place and time. With the exception of when her Mom brought her here when she was picked up for hitchhiking, it had been some years since, twelve year old, Lindsey Willows had wandered through the Las Vegas Crime Lab. In fact, she could barely remember the last time she talked to or even saw her Mother's colleges, let alone visit the place she spent at least 20 minuets one day a week, when she was younger.
Lindsey kept walking, looking around at the people milling about, and every so often glancing down at her chest to make sure her "Visitor" badge was still there. Occasionally, she stopped in open doorways to poke her head in, and look around. The adults that were working in those rooms were too, absorbed in their work to notice Lindsey, quietly observing them for a few moments, before she moved to the next doorway.
Coming to the last open door on that corridor, Lindsey did as she did with all of the other opened doors. She slowed her pace to quiet her footsteps, and then ever carefully slid into the doorway to see what kind of room it was and who was working in it.
As she observed the bookshelves overflowing with literature of all kinds; the shelves stocked with bugs in glass cages, organs in formaldehyde, a human skull and various other knick-knacks; and the well worn black leather couch, she realized how much more familiar this room felt compared to the other rooms and labs she looked into.
When she finished her observations of the room's décor, Lindsey's eyes fell on the room's sole occupant.
A man was sitting down, hunched over desk, in deep concentration reading and taking notes. The only part of his head visible to her was his salt and pepper, cut short, wavy hair.
'NO WAY' she thought. 'It couldn't be him…could it?'
As she took an extra step in the room to get a better look, she cringed when accidentally kicked the doorstop with a loud THUMP, causing the man behind the desk to look up, right at her.
TBC…