Grissom took one last drink of his coffee, embracing the warmth of it. Through the window, Grissom could see the landscape turn a musty white color from the severe fog outside. He could hear the T.V. telling the viewers that the weather is only going to get colder, and chances of snow for tomarrow. He grabbed his calendar, and looked at the date. 'October 30-Meeting in Board Room. 6:30 p.m.'
Standing up, he grabbed his coat to warm himself from the cold chill of the glass walled office. 'When are they going to fix the heater?' He muttered to himself. The cold wasn't helping him get past his sickness. He paced down the hall, wondering why Catherine asked him to schedual a meeting when their cases didn't need a meeting. He walked in front of the door, and with his authority, didn't bother to knock.
He walked in, seeing the rest of the CSI's sitting around the table, each wearing their thick CSI coats. He pushed open the door more, and sat down in his chair. The rest of the CSI's looked towards Catherine as she stood up.
"I brought you here today in regards that tomarrow is Halloween. As you know, it is the most busiest days of the year. So I want to propose that we work in doubles tomarrow. I don't want anyone to be alone on a case, it's too much of a threat. Grissom, do you approve?" She looked over at him, shivering under his coat.
"I agree. It may be busy, but our lives are more important then a job. Being that Greg is new, I want him with me. Catherine and Warrick, you two are partners. Sara and Nick, you two are as well. Keep your firearm on you at all times. And Catherine, thank you for bringing this to my attention." Catherine, back in her seat, nodded quietly.
After a few minutes of standard meeting closures, the CSI's filed out of the room, and went back to their jobs. Grissom went back into his office, and reached for his bag of cough drops hidden in the back of his desk. He squeezed the wrappers to find the bag was empty. Sighing, he sat in his chair, coughing quietly. He held up some paperwork to be signed, and wrote his name as straight as he could with his shaking hands.
"Heh, Grissom," Brass said from the other line, "We have our first Halloween DB. It's off of Nikles and Harper." Grissom closed his office door, and paged Greg with his phone. Seeing the young CSI run out of the evidence room and up to him, Grissom secretly felt he could have that much energy again. Work was really taking a toll on his health, but death didn't stop, so neither did he.
Greg stood near the company van door and watched Grissom sit down on the drivers seat. He didn't know whether to get Grissom's permission before sitting down, or just jump in. Working with Grissom always kept a lump in the back of his throat, and a quesy feeling in his stomache. He knew he was going to mess up, or not meet Grissom's standards.
Grissom leaned over and unlocked the door to the passenger side. "Greg, do you mind if I turn on the heat? I'm freezing." Grissom asked, trying hard not to break out in a fit of coughs.
As Greg sat in the van, he glanced over to him, and laughed. "Dude, this is your car, so your rules. It is cold in here." He said, watching his boss immediatly reach over and grab the dial under the radio. At first, the vents blew out cold air at first, making them both shiver. But after a minute, the engine finally had enough warm to heat it up. Grissom pulled out of the driveway, and turned on the highway.
The ride really bothered Greg. He sat straight, looking out the frosted windows. 'The silence is almost a type of Grissom torture. He's waiting for me to mess something up. I wish I could just turn on the radio to ease the ackwardness. Happy Halloween' He thought to himself.Together, the sat in silence for over a half an hour.