Greg and Grissom sat somewhat patiently in Grissom's office. Grissom sat comfortably in his chair whilst Greg sat slumped in another with his head leant against the wall.

Grissom dressed conservatively in black slacks and a grey shirt was slowly going through a file on his desk. He occasionally stopped to compare notes with another opened file on his desk but continued his painfully slow reading of the file.

This slow approach obviously annoying the younger CSI across the room.

Greg dressed in a plain blue t shirt, dark jeans and black converses began to tap his fingers on Grissom's desk.

"Can you stop that; I can't concentrate with that distraction." Grissom asked only pausing to give Greg a quick glance.

"I'm bored Grissom. You let Nick go and follow up on that check so now I've got nothing to do." Greg sighed. "And I'm bored."

"Savour the moment Greg, having nothing to do is very rare in this line of work." Grissom replied watching Greg from over the rims of his glasses.

"I know, it's just I need something to happen. Just one thing." Greg expressed and sighed again.

"Patience is a virtue Greg." Grissom said turning back to the case file.

"You should write fortune cookies." Greg muttered.

"Pardon?" Grissom questioned having missed the CSI's remark.

"Oh…er…nothing." Greg replied quietly and went back to mentally undressing the new ballistics girl.