Cases and an arrival

This night started the same way the others had: no cases. Nick and Greg had started a game of chess, Warrick was pouring over the new newspaper and Catherine had found the new forensics magazines in the post and claimed them first, she was reading them on the couch. She hadn't defended them well enough, because Sara had been able to snatch one and was reading it curled up in a chair.

Four hours into shift Grissom came walking back in, after he was called away for a phone call. "Okay Sara, you and I have a b& e, let's go." Without waiting for a response Grissom had tuned around. He could hear the complaints from the others clearly however. He heard Sara's footsteps which followed him to the car.

After strapping herself in Sara turned to Grissom: "Why are you coming? It's just a B&E, I can handle it myself."

"Well I'm not going to sit idly by while the others plan my death for letting you have this case."

"They wouldn't, it was my turn."

"That was my theory, but I value my life too much to actually test it. I have just returned from Bobby who was testing at which angle each bullet fired from each rifle or firearm owned by the lab, would inflict the most damage to a body, out of boredom. Not even out of curiosity, but simply because he didn't have anything to do. Mandy was looking rather murderous, when she sapped at me, after I asked her politely how she was doing, that she was really going to kill the next person to ask her that and if I could be so 'friendly' not to even attempt at asking her what she was doing, because she couldn't promise me I wasn't going to get seriously hurt." After hearing all this Sara had the cheek to start laughing.

"Sara, I'm serious: each and every one of the people in there is crazy and I'm not risking my life."

"Are you going to make someone happy after returning from this crime scene?" Sara asked, trying to contain her laughter.

"I seriously doubt that. There were no guns, so Bobby will continue to shoot all firearms possessed by CSI, which is a lot. The thief was evidently caught on tape, so Archie might have to tear himself away from the internet for a brief period, but it is most likely for something he could do sleeping. I hope for Jacky's sake and mind and the apprehension of others for Jacky, that there are going to be plenty of fingerprints. And lastly I highly doubt that there will be DNA, so when I return I will steer clear of Mia, I advice you to do the same."

"Okay, we're here, let's see who is going to love us for bringing them something to do." Sara released her seatbelt and left the car. Grissom followed her and with her walked to Jim Brass, who was standing at the smashed door of an exclusive dress store. "Hey Jim. Are you the one who has prevented a murder at the CSI lab?" Sara greeted the detective. Brass turned to the two csi's and looked at Sara confused. "I'm sorry Sara, but what are you talking about?"

"Oh nothing, ask Grissom later, make sure you ask for the extended version." Brass was getting more confused by every word that Sara spoke. "Care to enlighten me, Grissom?" He asked the man standing next to Sara.

"I'll tell you later, now what do we have here?"

"A break in and enter, someone smashed the door, so heavily it also smashed the security system. Then he/she evidently walked around the shop, ripping clothes off hangers and desks. He finally stopped at the till, broke it open and by that triggered the silent alarm attached to the till."

"Why was there a second alarm in the till?"

"I don't know yet Sara, the owner is coming seen, she needed to dress first."

"Okay, let's go inside." Grissom was eager to start. But when they had just entered the building, Brass' phone started to ring. With a wave Brass told Sara and Grissom to go ahead without him.

"Brass."

"Yes sir. I'll be there a.s.a.p."

"No, I'll tell him, he is here."

"Yes okay." After shutting his cell phone Brass went inside.

"Hey Grissom, someone committed a murder. Can I get some csi's? I'll also need you, there are bugs." Brass relayed to Grissom. Grissom nodded and started to grab his cell phone, but before he could do anything he heard Sara: "Well, I guess that makes you two gentlemen the heroes who saved the lab's mental health."

"I guess it does honey. Get the guy who did this, because it is rumoured that day's let him walk two times. Prove for me that nightshift is still better?" Grissom asked Sara and after giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder called the other csi's.

Sara didn't need to hear the phone call Grissom made, she could see the reactions of her co-workers very vividly: Catherine would take the call, answer in mindlessly, then upon hearing Grissom revealing a case with a dead body would sit u, place the magazine on the couch and walk with the phone still attached to her ear to the guys. They would already be paying attention, the chess game and newspaper forgotten. Then Catherine would tell them the specifics of the case and the three men would argue about who would be driving. Sara knew it would be pointless: Catherine would drive, no matter how much they argued. When they would take a second vehicle the guys would resort to paper, rock and scissors to resolve the matter of who would be driving. Sara smiled to herself, in the end it wouldn't matter who would be driving, they would be pleased just to be in the filed working. Still smiling Sara started to process the scene that was starting to prove to be an open and shut case.

In the mean time Grissom was racing back to the lab. He needed some more jars before he could go to the crime scene. At the lab he was greeted with a peculiar sight. There was a cyclist standing on the pavement, looking at the building. Grissom shook his head and moved into the building. Tourists were never around the labs, there was no museums nearby, this one was surely lost. Quickly Grissom grabbed some specimens jars and left the building.

"Excuse me sir, could I ask you a question?" the cyclist had not moved, still looking at a map, a business card and the building. "I'm in quite a rush." Grissom replied politely.

"I just want to know whether this is the crime scene investigation laboratory." The cyclist replied, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Yes, this is the csi lab."

"Thank you, sorry for keeping you."

"No problem." Grissom was already walking to his car.

While Grissom was driving to the crime scene he started to wonder what the cyclist wanted. For as far as he knew no one had said anything about expecting someone. But then again not everybody told him who they had invited. The lab didn't get much visitors, usually they were relatives of the people working there, but somehow this person didn't fit in. Well she, it had been a woman, was probably lost and needed a reverence point. The reason as to why she had been on a bicycle eluded him however. No person in their right mind would want to cycle in the Nevada dessert, or Las Vegas city for hat matter. Touring around in a car was already dangerous within the city, going around on the bicycle was nothing short of murderous. And thus Grissom's mind returned to the murder scene he was about to process.

"There you are." Catherine greeted Grissom when he cam in "We were wondering where you were."

"I'm sorry, I had to return to the lab to get some specimen jars and I was slightly delayed." explained Grissom while the were walking to the house. "What do we have?"

"Well the deceased kept several different kinds of insects. Somehow the terrariums were smashed, the insects are everywhere. I hope you can find the time of death, David wasn't really sure, he said.."

"Don't tell me. I'll see what the insects tell me. I'm glad I went to the lab to get some more jars." Grissom told Catherine when he saw several insects scurry away as they walked through the house.

"Well he died amidst his beloved creatures."

"They do say that there is no better way to die then surrounded by your loved ones."

"Whatever, could you focus on the insects? I've got Nick on the upstairs rooms, Warrick on this level, Greg on the perimeter and I'm staying with the body." Catherine waved her hands around, indicating the rooms and areas she had mentioned.

"Okay, Catherine."

For two hours straight the csi's worked silently, photographing and collecting evidence. Then the silence was interrupted by Grissom's phone. "Grissom" Grissom answered without checking caller ID.

"Hey Grissom, you took the car and now I'm stuck on my crime scene. Could someone please come pick me up?"

"I'm sorry Sara. Isn't there an officer with you?" Grissom looked around, recounting his steps. He had been so rushed he had completely forgotten that he and Sara had travelled together with one car. When Sara replied tat the officer had left after a call from central, Grissom became a little worried, he knew Sara was reasonably save, since it was a crowded area, but still. "Listen Sara, I'm almost done here, I'll come and pick you up. Will you please be careful."

"I'm always careful, just come and get me."

"I will." closing his cell phone Grissom started to pack everything he had. He called out to Catherine: "Catherine, I've got to pick up Sara. I took the car and the officer left. Could you take the rest off the terrariums? I'm done here for know."

"Okay Grissom, we will be here just a bit longer."

Half an hour late Grissom and Sara were heading back to the lab. Grissom had just parked the car on the parking lot when a bicycle caught his eye. Before he could comment on it, Sara had exited the car. "Griss, I really have to use the bathroom. I'll come back and help you with the evidence you collected, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, go on." Grissom walked to the back of the car tot the opened booth, from which Sara had already taken her evidence.

Sara was in such a rush that she didn't hear Judy calling out to her. Sara logged her evidence and then sprinted to the bathroom. When she passed the reception on her way out to help Grissom, Judy called her again: "Sara?"

"Yes Judy?" Sara turned to the receptionist.

"You've got a visitor."

"Oh? Where?"

"She is seated there, the woman with the laptop. She came in two, three hours ago." Judy pointed to a young woman seated on the floor with the laptop placed on the chair. "Thanks Judy." Sara could barely contain herself when she walked to the person in question. "Leena?" The young woman turned, stood and smiled.

"Sara." The two women hugged.