I sigh walking into the building. Night shift is new for me. Being a secretary is new for me. Las Vegas is new for me.

"Can I help you?" the girl at the front desk ask as a look of digust crosses across her face.

"Yep. I'm Grissom's new secretary."

"Oh...well you'll need to go sign in and heres your name tag." she says handing me a newly made laminate with my picture from a few days ago plastered on it.

"Thanks. Where do I sign in?"

"In the locker room. Down the hall to the left, it'll say locker room on the door." she replies sneering and returning to her typing.

I roll my eyes and walk in the direction of the locker room.

His office is darker then I remember. But the bugs are the same. Jars of bugs. Pictures of bugs. Books about bugs. I shudder and focus on the man at the desk.

"Hi Grissom." he made it very clear upon our meeting that it's Grissom, Gil, Griss, or any abbreviation of Grissom I could think of but Mr.Grissom would not work.

"Ah Fargo. Glad your here."

"Thank you."

"Come in. There's your desk." he says pointing to the desk in the corner and letting his eyes fall back onto the paper in front if him.

"Anything I can do for you?"

"Um..yes actually. I need you to go pick up some results from Greg in DNA just tell him that you need results for me. And he's going to hit on you so ignore him."

"Uh..ok." I don't mean to laugh but it IS kinda of funny when your new boss warns you that someone will be hitting on you.

"And you can go to the break room and get you something to drink if you want."

"Thank you. I'll be right back."

I twist the door open and stop.

"Uh which way to the break room?"

"Three doors to your left.."

"Thank you."

I open the door to the break room and greeted with two people staring back at me. The guy is well bit with a shaved head. The women is shorter with blond hair. They stop talking and just look at me. It's probably the hair. I get a lot of looks because of my hair. Or it could be the outfit. On second thought it's not the most 'work appropriate' outfit. Or they could just be rude. I hope it's not the latter. I don't mesh well with rude people. I usually get fired.

"Hi." I finally say.

"Hi...uh who are you?" the blond ask.

"I'm Fargo, Grissom's secretary."

"Grissom's secretary? Why the hell does he need a secretary? He's not logical. On any note I'm Catherine Willows. CSI."

"Nice to meet you." I say shoving my dollar into the coke machine desperate for my drug aka Diet Coke.

"And I'm Nick Stokes."

"Hi." I mumble.

"I hate to sound rude but how old are you?" Catherine ask

"Nineteen. And that wasn't rude. I have 3 brothers. 3 older brothers." I smile twisting the cap off of my drink.

"Bless your heart."

"Thanks."

"Oh come on guys are not that bad." Nick intervenes.

"Yeah right." Catherine laughs.

"Hate to cut this short guys but could you point me in the direction of DNA? I have to pick up results for Grissom."

"Oh god..Greg." Nick says.

"Is Greg going to rape me? Because Grissom already sayed he's going to hit on me and now I'm scared."

"Hit on you? I won't be surprised if he just dies when you walk in." Catherine laughs.

Nick points me in the direction of DNA and I slowly make my way there suddenly scared of whats waiting for me.