disclaimer: All I own is a cat, i don't even own this computer, so sue me if you want but i don't own CSI.
It was my brilliant idea to try for an internship at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Ok, so it was Brooke's idea, but I did get the applications. All right I can't lie, I made Lucy print them off on my computer. I wasn't very surprised when two months later I discovered that I had received the internship. After all, I am a science geek even if I don't exactly act or look like one. Brooke's probably the second-smartest person I know, besides me, so it wasn't a huge shocker when she got the second slot. However, Lucy getting the third slot was a real bombshell. She has spent most of her college experience chasing after guys and skipping classes; oh yeah, and running a huge tab at the local Starbucks. It must have been her essay that won her the internship. It was titled, "I have the Drive Because I Chase After Guys." Ok, maybe that wasn't the reason, but at any rate, Brooke, Lucy and I were going to have a blast spending the summer in Vegas.
The three of us sat in Gil Grissom's office waiting for him to assign us a CSI to shadow. His office was kind of cool, except for the pig in a jar. That was really freaky.
"Brooke, I'm assigning you to Greg Sanders. Lucy, you're with Catherine Willows, and Caleigh, you'll be shadowing Sara Sidle." Grissom led us into the break room where the night shift was waiting for their new assignments. "Ok, tonight's pretty slow. Nick, Warrick, you're with me. We've got a home invasion in Henderson. The rest of you, finish up any paperwork and then go over some cold cases." With that, Grissom, Warrick and Nick left, giving way to a few awkward moments before Catherine spoke up.
"Which one of you is Lucy Portsman?" Lucy raised her hand like an idiot, "All right, let's go." Catherine led Lucy out of the room while Brooke and I exchanged nervous glances.
Greg looked down at a slip of paper he was holding before saying, "Brooke Taylor, come on down, you're the next contestant on the Price is Right." Great, Brooke got the cool guy to hang with.
After Greg and Brooke left the room, I realized I was alone with the woman who I had been hoping wasn't Sara Sidle. But then again, she didn't look too pleased to have to be followed around by someone wearing a S.T.A.R.S. t-shirt that had Students Today Aren't Ready for Sex written in big letters. It was then that I realized what a complete moron I was to wear that shirt the first day of my internship, or any day for that matter.
"You're Caleigh Kirkland?" The way she said it I could tell she had me pegged as a troublemaker.
"Only if you're Sara Sidle," came my smart-aleck reply. Sara gave me a look that could kill. I had just ruined my chance of getting on her good side.
