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Spoilers for the "Go To Hell" episode. It focuses on the thoughts of the newest team member, Ronnie Lake. Hope you enjoy it.

I was the new girl on the team, fresh from the world of academia. I will admit that this is my first real job, ever. I guess I am eager to start…maybe a little too eager. I found that out the minute I showed up for my first case. It was like a rush of adrenaline hit me when I walked on the scene.

My first dead body…I wanted to know everything… about him, about the case, well everything…so I did the one thing my mom said wouldn't hurt …I asked questions.

Maybe it was my nerves overpowering the excitement in me because I couldn't stop the rush of questions that came out of my mouth. You'd think I was some four old barely learning what things were and how they came to be. Well add a two in front of the four and you will get the age I'm supposed to act like.

Anyhow, I might have come off as the annoying kid in the front row with her hand raised up for the entire class period.

I can't say I blame her for putting a limit to my questions.

I always got in trouble in school for asking too many questions….outside of school was no different.

I was the prized play toy for many bullies. They always messed with the nosy and nerdy kids …and I was both.

I'm starting to believe that my mother didn't give me sound advice.

Getting back to my first day, I struggled with the possibility of cops being involved in the death of the homeless man. I tried to wrap my head around that.

All the men in my family are cops…becoming a cop runs in my blood so it was hard to admit that there are dirty cops.

Then again I'm not a cop …not exactly.

My dad and brothers resent the fact that I didn't follow in their footsteps. I love the science part of crime scene investigation too much to do that.

Coming back to my thoughts about my inability to shut up. I can't really help it. Everything about this job excites me. But the look in her eyes tells me that I might not feel the same way when I have a few years under my belt.

I was told by some lab techs that she, Sara, used to be on the nightshift. Come to think of it she was also the one that almost died a few weeks ago. I wouldn't be so eager and forthcoming if I had just went through what she must have gone through.

Gosh, I don't know if I would have made it out alive.

I get the sense that she doesn't like me.

I could get all psychological and say that she sees something in me that reminds her of the way she used to be or someone she prefers not to remember.

I think it's the latter.

In any event I seem to be getting the short end of the stick here…

And I feel no sense of belonging, you know, part of a group. Then again that might be what Sara is going through as well.

She's new to the team as well.

But she has one advantage over me …experience

My disadvantage….over talking and mindless chatter…well make that two disadvantages.

Something to work on I guess.

I guess one good thing about the day was meeting Detective Brass.

He was nice…very welcoming in spite of circumstances.

I hope I see more of him…he reminds me of my dad back home. So tough-looking on the outside – sweet and caring on the inside.

Like I said before I can't believe that cops could be involved or that CSIs would readily point the finger at one of their own.

Maybe my naivety is getting the better of me. Maybe I'm not cut out for this job.

Sara doesn't seem to like me all that much.

And I don't blame her one bit.

After all who would like someone who is always over talking?

Hoped you like this one shot. I might add to it later. Who knows? Please review. I'd love to hear any thought you might have about this fanfic. Let me know if you understood what I implied in the last statement and throughout the fanfic.