The Grillows Case

By: mj0621

Disclaimer: laughs I wish!...If I owned them…many different things will happen…

Rating: PG-13 for some scenes and curse words. Can't help putting some. Sorry.

Feedback: Still a newbie and grammar still stinks so I really need 'em for improvement. Please?

Spoilers: None…maybe…I dunno…

Author's Notes: I'm kinda new. No beta in this so my mistake, sorry. It's my first CSI fic. This story just popped in my mind as I watched Strip Strangler and Slaves of Las Vegas (fave eppies!). The prologue has not that much of C/G but the next one… (Evil grins and lol)…hope you guys love it. (Whatever at least someone reads it.) By the way, many random POVs here…

Summary: A newbie is here to help Cath and Sir Griss to see what they see.

Pairing: G/C, N/S, Greg/OC, OC/OC

Dedication: To all the fans of CSI….the GC shippers (I love ya guys…really!) and some guy who's special to me.

Part One: The Newbie

I'm a newbie here in the Las Vegas crime lab. A 5'7" dark brown eyed girl (don't forget the glasses). Not to mention my unpredictable observant crazy mind, covered by my dark brown hair that's always on a ponytail. The name's Marian Jasmine Heatherwood at your service. Sir Grissom asked me if I wanted to join his team. You bet yeah! I mean he's known for his job and his team? The best on their field why wouldn't I? Enough about me I'm here to talk about a certain topic that got my attention than my case would. What is it? Actually it's rather who, Sir Gilbert Grissom and Catherine Willows. Why? If I told you they are two distinct people who are best friends, will you understand me? It may seem normal to you but to me? 15 plus years of friendship considering the difference they have, it seems unlikely to me. I'm not saying that its bad or anything to clear up any misunderstandings, as a matter of fact I kinda like them for that(adore and respect too). It all started because of that day…

As Warrick (the hottie according to the other gals in the building), Sara (entitled as the psycho workaholic) and I are on a murder case, my mind was starting to drift away (again) as we were on the way to the lab. Greg (the cute lab-rat) was doing his thing (that's taking a lifetime to see the results) when we all decided to go to the break room. I sat on the chair and buried my head in my arms (my body needed a break from the gruesome blanket found in the crime scene). Greg popped his head in to check if Sir Griss was there. Seeing that he's not, he walked in and gave the results to Warrick. Sara and I (sat upright) waited patiently for the announcement he's going to give when Nick (the Texan cutie) walked in and sat beside his girlfriend (Sara not me) and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Hi guys! What's up? Any leads" Nick asked Warrick.

Warrick looked at me and Sara then smiled "Better than a lead. We got a suspect."

"Finally! The hard work MJ gave on that blanket paid of! Nice MJ" Sara exclaimed.

"Thanks. Is the husband the suspect?" I asked.

"Nope but the boss is." Warrick answered. "Let's find Jim and interrogate this scum."

"Jim said he'd be back after he spoke to the sheriff about somethin'." Sara said rather enthusiastically. Maybe coz she's tired.

"I'm going to hang here for a while. So how's life outside Crime Scene Investigating?" Greg teased.

"Is there one? Well nothin' really." I confessed.

"Except for that hottie policeman right MJ?" Sara smirked.

"Huh? Eric? ho-"I blushed. "Never mind."

Warrick understood my reaction. "Well, if you don't feel like sharing that what about what's on your mind lately?"

"What's on my mind? It's nothing really; it's just how my crazy mind works."

"You got that right." Greg teased.

I threw him narrow look and he threw his hands up to surrender. "Help! Warrick!"

"You're on your own. MJ's wrath is not good. So MJ, what is it all about?"

"Ok but don't think that I'm weird or anything-"

"We already do." Greg started again. I shot him a last warning look and I smiled as Sara hit him on the arm. "Ouch! Attack of the killer lady CSIs!"

"Continue MJ don't let him bug you." Sara gave me a hearty smile.

"As I was saying, I'm always thinkin' about a certain couple that's –"

"Ahh...say no more. I think we know what or rather who they are." Warrick interjected.

"Grissom and Catherine, right?" Nick spoke.

"Yeah, how'd ya know-"

"We know coz we believe that there's somethin' more than that friendship." Nick explained.

"Oh good. I thought my mind got the best of me. So, aren't you guys going to do anything about it?" I said and hoped they'd agree.

"We tried years ago before you came in the team, but sadly it didn't work." Greg said seriously (wow is that Greg?).

"Why? What happened? Did they found out about it?" I interestedly asked.

"Nope. They never knew what we were up to. The reason is after Cath's ex-husband and some problems with Lindsey, we thought we can't give her any more things to worry about and things like that." Warrick explained.

"I remember the day Jim and Doc said they wanted to help us with our little plan." Nick laughed as he spoke.

"Doc and Jim?" I questioned.

"They wanted to help. Besides they also agreed on the idea and believed on it too. It was I who wouldn't help at first." Sara grinned.

"I see and understand everything now." Yeah, the thing she had with Sir Griss. I gave her a nice big grin.

"Greg! You told her? I can't believe you!" Sara asked angrily.

"Don't blame it on Greggy Sar. I have more sources not only Greg's mouth!" I laughed as he opened his mouth to argue. I just put my tongue out at him. I might be three years older than Greg (a year younger than Sara and Nick and a couple than Warrick) but it looks like he's the one older (in this case, anyway).

"Ok children cut it out." Warrick laughed as I punched Nick lightly.

"So what are we going to do about your dream MJ?" Warrick asked me.

"Dream? I prefer calling it my mission." They saw the sparkle in my eyes.

Greg immediately understood (about time too…joking!) "I'm with ya MJ!" Greg said. He was the one telling me the knowledge he knows about the whole department, especially about Sir Griss and Cath. I knew he cares about them as the whole team does.

"Just say the word my partner!" Nick gave me his Texan words. Sara shrugged. "Sure, this might work better than before."

"This will work coz we have a new mind leading the plan. Right MJ? I'm behind ya 105" Warrick smiled. I was touched by their words. "But what if-"I struggle to find words for my fear and Sara saw it in my eyes.

"He'll not fire you or bark at you or crawl deeper in his cave. Believe me; it's going to work none of the above. We'll just be a bridge for them, nothin' wrong with that, right?"

"Yeah, nothing wrong with that. It's not that easy I admit but we'll work somethin' out." Warrick encouraged me.

"I'll get Doc and Jim to help too." Greg childishly said trying to impress us (or rather me).

"Any ideas in mind guys?" I said as I bring out my mini notebook and favorite pen.

"Yeah but first let's think of a codename for the "case" to cover up the plan first." Warrick suggested.

I spoke what's in my mind. "I was just wondering? Why is it that the most intelligent people turned up to be the most-"

"Emotio-blind!" Greg interjected. Greg read my mind. Why can they do that? I wonder.

"Well done Greg! Found another word for your dictionary" Warrick said sarcastically as he clapped his hands. I laughed at their little "staring-wars".

"Well, How about "The Grillows Case"?" Nick suggested.

"I think it's perfect, so are you." Sara snuggled up to Nick.

"Urgh…get a room." I held up a peace sign and smiled. "I think it's great."

"Then Grillows Case it is. Now, Any ideas how to push them into seeing what we see?" Warrick smiled as I gave Greg another look when he was about to speak another "greggish" word.

We all gave our ideas and plans and I wrote it on my mini notebook (note: I always bring it with my favorite pen with me. When suddenly the target (or shall I say targets) of the case walked in. All suddenly became dead quiet. I slowly put my mini notebook and pen in my jacket unnoticed as I began to tremble, like a child caught right-handed by her parent stealing money from their wallets. I think the guys were surprised and didn't expect them to show up here until their case is finished. Well, so did me.

"Hi Griss, Cath! Now if you guys excuse me I hear the lab calling me for some results of somethin'." Greg left quickly. "Chicken" I mumbled.

"Is there a funeral in here? I thought the DBs are in the morgue?" Catherine joked trying to lighten the mood.

I was staring at the couple in front of me. Why is it they make me nervous? Maybe it's just a "newbie" kinda feeling. "Marian?" My mind was drifting again into space. I think that was Cath. I'm not quite sure. Sara was, I think, shaking me to get me out of my reverie. Suddenly the deep blue eyes looked into my dark brown ones. I shivered as I returned back to earth. "Something wrong Marian?" Sir Grissom asked. I shrugged and smiled "No Sir Grissom. It's nothing just the case."

"Ok, good. But keep your head down here." He poked on top of my head. "The suspect might think you're into him or something." I blushed as Sara, Cath, Nick and Warrick laughed. "Sorry." Sir smiled at me. I returned his smile. I don't see that smile often so ... "So how's the case going Warrick?" As they moved their attention to Warrick I slipped out of my chair to look for Jim. He'd taken time talking to the sheriff. I wonder. As I was about to leave the room, someone called me.

"Marian?" As I turned back, it was Catherine, our "mom". I smiled at her.

"Yeah? What is it? Somethin' ya need?" My stupid slang slipped out.

She giggled as I creased my brows thinking what I have just said. Then she gave me the brightest dazzling smile. "I just want to remind you of the party we arranged for you this Friday."

"I won't forget it for the world. Thanks for both." I started to walk away.

"Both?" she asked.

I stopped for a while then answered her question. "For caring and making me feel I belong and needed." I proceeded walking as I heard her whisper "You deserve it more than you think you do." I smiled.

After an hour of tiring searching for Jim Brass…

"MJ!" I turned around to see who it was.

"Hey Sara! What's up?"

"Jim and Warrick got the guy and Warrick got all the paperwork."

"Really? Poor War." She laughed with me. Darn, why didn't I think of looking for Capt. Jim in the interrogation room? I felt stupid. Wait a minute! He spoke to the sheriff how-. Nah! Never mind…

"I'm really looking forward of the Grillows Case you know."

I smiled at her. "Me too. Say, you want some coffee with breakfast? My treat." Knowing she loves coffee as much as me and Cath does.

"That's an offer I'll never refuse."

"Let us go then. Show the way." I said as I opened the door of my SUV.

To tell you the truth, I never thought her to be my friend ever. I thought she was a bitch but I was wrong. I got to know her so I thought why make an enemy when you can make friends? They are very nice to me, like they knew me a long time ago. I like that. The graveshift is awesome as I heard it to be. It felt wonderful but a thought said to me that it was never me…that it will never be me… I shrugged it off and smiled as I thought of the next shift.

TBC…

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