Now I know what you're thinking, what kind of crack!fic is this? I assure you, it's not. I've incorporated two of my favorite fandoms together to create this complex mystery. The first couple of chapters go back and forth until they both collide. There is some singing because after all, what's glee without singing? And there is serious issues dealt with because what's CSI without the suggestive themes?
If you're a glee fan, go watch some YouTube csi videos. If you're a csi fan, go watch some YouTube glee videos. So you can get a better idea of what's going on with the characters. If you're both, this is right up your alley.
It takes place in an Alternate Universe, obviously. Grissom is back in the lab still married to Sara, but no longer the supervisor. Takes place senior year of Glee and in Season 12 (Which hasn't aired as of yet) of CSI.
This is rated M not for smut, but for the graphic nature of that things will be discussed within the story. Not for kids folks! There will be humor, singing, mushiness, murder, mystery and happy endings. (I promise)
The quote used by Grissom is by Mark Twain.
This is dedicated to my CSI/GLEE fandom buddy and beta for this fic, Marcela. I hope the hype is worth it and you like it!
Now then, if I haven't scared you away and you're genuinely curious about this, I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: CSI is owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and Glee is owned by Ryan Murphy (Ian Brennan).
"Grissom."
One thing Gil Grissom didn't miss about the job was the way he answered his phone.
"Hello Dr. Gil Grissom? Of the Las Vegas Police Department?"
"Yes. This is he." He said as he took off his glasses and placed them on his temporary desk in his temporary office.
"This is Sergeant Logan of the Ohio State Police Department." He furrowed his brow.
"Yes sir, what can I do for you?" He said as he leaned forward on the top of his desk with his elbows.
"We have an issue here in Ohio that we cannot seem to wrap our heads around." He pinched the bridge of his nose. This only meant one thing. "We were wondering if you could give us a hand."
He leaned back in his seat and processed the words that were just spoken to him. This was the reason he got away from the job. He didn't want to deal with anymore location scenes or anymore scenes period. All he wanted was a stable life with his wife. He sighed "Look, Sergeant-"
"Dr. Grissom, I've heard of the work that your crime lab has done over the years. You were highly recommended by the FBI even. We really need your help. Now I am not one to beg sir, but I am begging you, please consider helping us." His face fell for a moment and really thought about it. One of the things Gil Grissom prided himself on was justice. That was one thing he took with him when he left the lab. He always wanted justice where the victim was concerned. He didn't know the circumstances surrounding the case, but he thought Why Not? "What are the details Sergeant?"
Sergeant Logan took a deep breath and began to speak, "Well, Sir-"
"Gil."
"Gil. We have a number of girls here in the state of Ohio, young high school girls, who have gone missing. We have no leads, no evidence, no nothing. Our department has worked round the clock on these missing cases and we just can't seem to get any headway."
Grissom's eyes wandered to the picture of him and Sara on his desk. It was taken on their wedding day under the gazebo that was set up in front of the waterfall. He smiled softly to himself. He really didn't want to leave, but if he didn't, he knew there were going to be more young girls at risk, and he just couldn't live with that on his conscience.
"Alright, what have we got?" He sighed into the phone. Sara definitely wasn't going to like this.
"Well…"
Grissom walked into the break room where Nick sat drinking his coffee.
"Hey Gris! You've only been back for a few months and you already look like you're ready to leave again." Nick said as he brought the steamy mug to his lips.
Grissom made his way toward the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.
"Well Nick, looking death in the face every day is something you never really miss." He said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
He took a sip and screwed up his face. "You would think they would have gotten better coffee."
Nick chuckled from behind his paper. "Greg refused to brew his Blue Hawaiian anymore because people kept stealing it." They both chuckled.
"Hey guys." Sara said as she walked in, folder in hand.
Grissom's face lit up. "Hi honey."
She half smiled as she walked towards him and kissed his cheek. "Hi yourself."
"Man, if I have to work with you two for the next couple of weeks, I'm going to invest in Pepto-Bismol." Nick said from behind his paper.
"You better watch it or he'll put you on dumpster duty." She said as she fiddled around for a clean coffee mug.
"He can't do that anymore, he's not the boss." Nick said to her, grinning wide.
She playfully threw a sponge at him.
"Alright you two, knock it off. Nick, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting with my wife." He raised his eyebrow at the younger man. Sara half smiled at her husband and nudged him with her hip.
"No way Gris. She's not my type. She's a brunette. Blonde's have more fun." He winked at her.
"Hey!" She playfully narrowed her eyes at him.
"Did I miss something?" Catherine said as she meandered in.
Nick cleared his throat while Sara tried to stifle her laughter. "No Cath. Not at all. Whatcha got for me?" Nick said as he shot Sara a look.
Catherine looked around cautiously. "O…kay. Anyway, Here I am to be the bearer of bad news. Assignments!"
Greg trotted in behind Catherine, heading straight for the coffee pot. "Hey Sar, Gris." He nodded his head towards the couple.
"Greg? Are you just coming in?" He froze as he lifted the carafe. "No-no Cath. I was just coming in from Trace on the ah-ah-"
Nick cleared his throat "Thompsoncase."
"Yeah! The Thompson case!" He declared. He totally owed Nick for that one.
Catherine nodded her head slowly, "Uh huh. Riiight." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Greg. "Okay! Assignments!" She flipped through her yellow assignment slips as she handed them out.
"Nick –"
"Ah, Catherine?" Grissom cut her off.
"Yes Grissom?" If you would have asked Catherine Willows five years ago if she would have ever been the one supervising Gil Grissom, she would have laughed in your face. A lot can change in five years.
"May I speak with you in the hallway please?" Sara furrowed her brow at him as he shot her an apologetic look.
"Sure." Catherine walked out into the hallway as Grissom followed behind.
"What's up?" She said as they were out of ear shot.
"I received a call from the Ohio State Police…" He trailed off.
"Alright, you have my attention." Catherine crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to him speak.
"They want our help on a case." She took in his words and spoke. "What exactly is it they need?"
"They need help Catherine. More specifically, our help. Sergeant Logan from the OSPD called me. Apparently thinking I was still the Supervisor, and asked for our help."
"Grissom I don't-"
"They're high school girls Catherine. Like Lindsay." That definitely got her attention.
"What do they need?" She said, not skipping a beat.
"They need a few CSI's to help process and collect evidence. Their department is running doubles and triples and no one can seem to get a grasp on anything."
She pondered for a moment then answered. "Alright, who do you suggest?"
He took a deep breath, "Well, I was hoping, seeing as how you are the new Graveyard Supervisor that you would be the one to choose who would be selected."
"Well, I certainly can't go. I need to hold the fort down here. Who would you suggest?" She asked him, uncrossing her arms, placing them at her side.
"They specifically asked for me to go, and of course I am going to need as many hands as I can get. But I don't want to leave you shorthanded." He said as he looked through the break room window at Sara.
Catherine sighed. "So what you're saying is; you want a mini honeymoon for you and Sara. Is that it?" She said as a sly smile crept up on her lips.
He shot her a half grin. "She wouldn't be happy with me if I went without her."
Catherine laughed lightly "No, I don't think she would." She continued, "I need Greg here to finish the Thompson case. Nick's case load is pretty empty, and I'm sure he'd be happy to take a vacation."
"Sara, Nick and I will be more than happy to assist the Ohio State Police." She nodded her head at his statement. "And once Greg is done with the preliminaries of the Thompson case, I'll send him your way."
"Look Catherine-"
She held her hand up to stop him "Grissom. I know why you left. And I'm happy that you did. In all the years that I've worked with you, I've never seen you this happy. I know why you came back and I'm more than thrilled that you did. I know you don't want my job anymore and that you are more than content with being second banana."
He chuckled slightly and she smiled "I just want you to know that you shaped me into the supervisor that I am today and I want to thank you for that. Everything I am is because of you." She smiled at him and he returned the gesture.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, "Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned." Catherine laughed at him. "You haven't changed a bit have you?"
He smiled as he chuckled. "I have…a little." He looked over his shoulder at his wife, who was laughing at something that Greg had said.
"It shows you know." She said as she smiled at him warmly.
He blushed. "Grissom? Is that you blushing?" She said in mock astonishment.
He laughed at her comment. "She does have that effect on me Catherine."
"Hey guys, am I interrupting?" Sara said as she walked into the hallway.
"No Sara, not at all. I actually have some paperwork to handle in my office. I'll see you two later." The couple watched as their supervisor walked down the hallway towards her office.
"What was that about?" Sara said as her eyes traveled back to her husband.
"How do you feel about Ohio?" He asked her, his eyes meeting hers.
She was taken a back at his question "What do you mean?" She furrowed her brow.
"Ohio State Police have requested our assistance on a high profile case that their working on."
She lifted her eyebrow at him. "Oh?"
"I was going to tell you. But I just found out about it twenty minutes ago. I thought it would have been a good idea to tell Catherine before we got too involved in a case." He shrugged his shoulder.
She sighed playfully, "Thanks for telling me."
"Sara-"
"Gris, I'm just kidding." She scrunched up her lips at him and he grinned back at her.
"I welcome the mini vacation actually." His eyebrows rose at her admission.
"What happened to growing roots in a stable environment?" He gave her a sly smile.
She sauntered over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, shrugging her shoulder "It gives us a chance to get away." She brought her lips slowly towards his as he met her halfway.
Grissom and Sara were never one for PDA, but being 3000 miles away for a little over two years, took a toll on their physical relationship.
Nick cleared his throat as he walked into the hallway. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."
Sara groaned and pulled away from her husband.
"No, not at all Nick." She said tersely while her husband laughed at her.
"I just got Catherine's text message Gris-erm-Gil, wait, we never clarified what I'm supposed to call you now."
"Sara never professionally took my name Nick. It's still okay to call me Grissom." The older man smirked at him.
"Okay Gris. Anyway, I just got Catherine's text. What's this about a trip to Ohio?" Nick asked, taking his phone out of his pocket.
"Come to my office and we'll discuss it." Nick and Sara trailed behind Grissom, heading to his office.
"I should be receiving an email from OSPD from their Sergeant about the specifics of the case." Grissom took a seat behind his desk as Sara and Nick sat at the two chairs facing the front of it.
Grissom put his glasses on and opened his email.
"Alright, it looks like they've had six missing persons in the span of three weeks in two different areas which means-"
"That there are two suspects." Sara interrupted him. He smiled, still staring at the computer screen.
"That's a workable theory, yes."
"It also could mean that the guy is one swift cat." Nick retorted, a smile forming on his lips.
Sara giggled and Grissom chuckled, as he reached for the paper from the printer. Grissom grabbed a pen from his cup and directed Sara and Nick's attention to the map.
"Seeing as how he started in Cleveland and made his way through Columbus, and now there are missing person's being filed in Lima, I'd say it's more than one person Nick." He looked at them seriously.
"Alright boss, where do we start?" Grissom was startled by Nick's admission. Although he wasn't the boss anymore, Nick still saw Grissom as a teacher, one he was always willing to learn from.
"Well, we start where he last left off. Lima." Sara stated.
Grissom picked up his desk phone and dialed the undersheriff, Conrad Ecklie. "Ecklie? We need three one way tickets to Lima, OH as soon as you can get them."
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