"Warrick, I need you and Sarah to meet Nick at the Tangiers," Grissom stepped into the break-room and approached Warrick determinedly. "There's a DB and two witnesses."
"Alright," he nodded, taking a final sip at his coffee then discarded the remains in the stainless steel sink. "I'll go tell her."
"She's already waiting for you in the garage," Grissom poured himself a cup of the thick black substance and took a drink, "Who made this?" he gagged then followed in suit, emptying his own mug into the sink and rinsing the abominable beverage down the drain, "It tastes disgusting."
"Hey, man! That's Starbucks Special Christmas roast," Warrick glared at the aging entomologist, "Ten bucks a pound. You don't just dump it down the sink!"
"Warrick, it's the day after Independence Day," Grissom chided, "And what do you mean 'don't dump it down the sink'? You just did."
"No, I dumped my cup of Greg's coffee down the sink. Big difference," he replied then pointed to the coffee maker that Grissom had gotten the coffee in question from, "I just finished making that pot for myself."
"Well, sorry," Grissom shrugged then walked back into his office, leaving the door ajar, "I'll make it up to you."
"You'd better," Warrick grabbed his jacket and headed down to the garage to meet Sarah.
"Gil, what's going on out there?" Brass stepped into the office behind Grissom, "Why is it that we've got three CSIs out in the field on an unknown scene that was stumbled over by Nick, who was supposed to be working an armed robbery?"
"Look, we got a DB and two witnesses. I sent Warrick and Sarah to pick them up and check out the scene before it gets too disturbed," Grissom defended both himself and his team, "Behind the Tangiers, nothing's going to stay intact. It's best to get them over there and get it over with."
"Fine," the captain threw up his hands in defeat then pointed a commanding finger, "Just… make sure to file your report on this case. And for god's sake, put it up on the board."
"Will do," Gil walked over to his mini-fridge and pulled out a Tupper-Ware full of chocolaty something-or-others, took the top off and offered it to Brass, "Chocolate covered grasshopper?"
"No thanks," he waved them away and stepped out of the office just in time to miss Grissom as he pulled out a few of the insect confections and popped them into his mouth with a resounding 'crunch'.
