I was driving down to the lab, bracing myself for the twelve hour shift yet to come. The roads didn't seem too busy tonight, so I thought I'd get an easy night. Well it was supposed to be my night off...Nick phoned in sick about an hour ago, lucky man! So Grissom called me in to cover. Just thinking about it pisses me of to be honest, I really needed a break from the same building day in, day out. I just hope they don't assign me anything too difficult, I thought to myself.
Arriving at the lab I could sense a busy night approaching. "Hey Cath." I called, as the busy woman brushed past me, barely looking at me. After that the hope of having an easy night faded away pretty quick when Grissom franticly ran up behind me, I tried to hurry away quickly pretending not to hear the old mans shouts. I hadn't even reached the locker rooms...
"Sara" Grissom called, failing to catch up with me. I continued to walk, pretending not to hear.
"SARA" He called again, more louder and firmer this time.
"What! look I've just got in at least let me clock in before you pile all the work on me." I replied harshly.
"No I can't! We've just picked up a 406, decomposed body found in a skip, behind a bar on Freemont Street."
"Ugh" I groaned. The thought of a decomp turned my stomach inside out. "Why can't you go? Or send Warrick?" I said sighing
"Me and Warrick have a gunshot victim." He replied
"Catherine?" I asked hopeful
"Catherine is on another case, sorry Sara but this case is yours." Grissom said as he turned and headed for the door.
"Do I get any help?" I called after him.
"Take Greg with you. He's never been to a decomp."
"But Greg's a trainee?" I called after him, pointlessly. he'd already dashed away.
I was right, I was in for a long night of work. I changed into my uniform, grabbed my kit, and headed out to the car with Greg plodding along behind.
TBC...I would appreciate any feedback, thoughts, suggestions. Stay tuned :)
