AUTHOR: BeautifulPixy
RATING: PG13
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: don't own them never did never will except for Jaci
AUTHOR'S NOTE: not sure when we'll get the next chapter but hopefully it will be soon. And please please review we live for them
Enjoy!!
Chapter 4 - Getting to know you
Brass walked back into the room at the same moment Jaci walked out of the door, causing the two to slam into each other.
"Damn, Brass. I was coming! You didn't have to come back and get me." Jaci announced with annoyance.
"Yes, I did. I just got a page. You're going to have to talk to the beloved parents. Here is their address." Brass scribbled the info on a piece of paper. Looking past Jaci, Brass asked, "Hey, Grissom. You mind tagging along with her?" He glanced back at Jaci and winked at her.
Grissom shrugged, "I don't mind."
Jaci glanced at the address. "You know, Brass. Her parents might not even talk to us. We'll be driving a Chevy after all." Jaci said in a mock concerned voice.
Brass frowned at her, but then laughed after he thought about the cars that would be parked in the driveways, would not be a Chevy or Ford in sight. Just BMW's, Mercedes, Cadillacs. "Well, if they get snotty with you, drag them downtown for the interview. Bet that will put a crimp in their racket ball schedule."
Grissom and Jaci loaded into the Tahoe. Normally, Jaci would have fought for driving privileges, but she was too tired. The neighborhood was almost 45 minutes away, when you factored in traffic, so the drive would at least allow her some relaxation. She leaned back into the seat and stared down the road, expecting to listen to the radio or make small talk. After 15 minutes of complete silence, she was irritated.
She finally rolled her head over toward her traveling companion. He had only one relaxed hand on the wheel, which Jaci thought was uncharacteristic of him. He struck her as being extremely careful at all times, the type that really had never run with scissors in his hand. He caught her staring at him.
"What? Am I speeding?" he asked, glancing down at the speedometer.
"Doubt it...anyway, I just had you figured for a 10 and 2 type guy" she simulated the correct driving position with her hands.
Grissom just shrugged and turned back to the road.
"Are you always this insanely quiet?" she asked
"I thought you were tired." He countered.
"I am, but if we stay this quiet, I'm just going to start re-thinking everything I've already been over for the millionth time with this case. I am tired of thinking. Do you mind if I turn on the radio? You know, I don't think the radio in my car has been turned off since the day I bought it."
Grissom shook his head "I can't remember the last time my radio was turned on."
"Well, lets just see if it still works.." Jaci began flipping through the stations frantically.
"How can you even tell what is playing by flipping that fast?"
Annoyed, Jaci purposely slowed down and pushed the seek button. A song filled the car. Jaci looked over at Grissom and paused a few seconds. "That one sucks." She reached for the seek button in slow motion and hit it. Again, she gave the song time to play and again announced, "That one sucks too." She repeated the process twice more before an Oasis song began to play. She looked over at Grissom again.
"Sucks?" he asked in mild annoyance.
"Nope, we have a winner." She gave a fake smile, which actually caused Grissom to give a slight real smile.
"Oh, thank goodness." He replied. She wrinkled her nose at him.
A few more moments of silence passed. Jaci tapped her fingers along with the music. Grissom stared down the road. Again, Jaci rolled her head in his direction and raised her eyebrows.
"Sooooo?" she asked.
"Sooooo what?" he mocked
"So let's talk."
He stared blankly at her.
"Ah. Just what I expected. I've been told that you have problems with relating to people, you know you don't like to talk and all. Actually, I've heard a lot of rumors about you." "Dare I ask?" he replied evenly.
"Well, some I know to be true, like your reputation for being a great scientist and investigator, I've seen that first hand.."
"Well, thank you for the compliment. I think."
"And as I learned the other day, your office really is full of dead animals in jars, so that one is verified. That just leaves a couple more." She paused to see if he would take the bait.
"Is this the part where I beg to hear the rest of the rumors?" he answered sarcastically.
"Yep! Ok, lets see- there's one that has you as a Buddhist, one that says you eat bugs on a regular basis and one that says you sleep in a coffin during the day. Wanna clarify those?" she asked with a smile.
"Not really, but just so you don't lose any sleep, I am not a Buddhist and I certainly do not sleep in a coffin, I prefer a nice normal bed like everyone else in the world."
"What about the bug eating thing? You skipped that one." She reminded.
"Oh, that one is true." He paused and smiled as her face turned to a grimace.
"Grasshoppers matter-of-fact. Dipped in chocolate. You should try one, they're quite tasty." He added, hoping to totally gross her out.
"Chocolate covered huh? Well, I suppose if you pour enough chocolate on it, anything could be bearable." She added with a shrug.
"Ok, what about you? Nick said something about your Tuesday activities?" He raised his eyebrows. It was her turn to face the firing squad.
"What did he say?" she asked with obvious concern.
He might really have something here, judging by her reaction. "Well, he said if you were late meeting me, that you would have a very good reason, you had a special, uh, appointment on Tuesdays. You have a dinner date every Tuesday evening?"
"Nick talks too much." She paused trying to figure out how much of the truth to tell him. "Well, it isn't a dinner date, I don't have time for that."
He watched her shift uncomfortably in the seat and bite her lip. "Hey, you don't have to tell me, if it's too personal." Lord knew he hated to talk about himself, had those rumors she had mentioned actually been of a deep personal nature, he would not have answered her at all.
She decided to tell him the whole truth since he had been such a good sport about his own rumors. Jaci didn't want to stop the flow of conversation by clamming up on his inquiry. He might actually laugh at the situation.
"Uh, you're gonna laugh about this, or at least I really hope you do. I have Anger Management classes every Tuesday." There. She said it. Now she hoped his reaction was favorable. She didn't want him to think she was some hot-headed, over-emotional chick that went looking for trouble. She wanted him to respect her.
"You? Have Anger Management class? Is that like voluntary?" He seemed shocked that she would ever have an outburst that would require such a class. Sure, they had butted heads a few times working cases together, but she hadn't been violent.
"I have to go, it's kinda mandatory for awhile. You probably heard what happened."
"No, I didn't hear what happened. Care to elaborate?" he replied.
"Well, that damn Ecklie is such a jackass." She started to explain.
"Ecklie's involved in this?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah, you know I used to work mostly during the day, so I relied on the dayshift CSI crew. Well, on one particular case, Ecklie and I were having problems about him holding up evidence processing. He was holding on to some stuff trying to come up with some grand theory before he would tell me the results. It had been a really tough day and I just wanted to look over the stuff and go home and instead I have to listen to his yammering on and on about how I would get the info when he was good and ready to let me see it,, blah, blah, blah. I was so pissed at him because he annoys me pretty much all the time anyway but I really didn't need his crap that day. So, I was going to follow him around until he finally gave up and just let me see the results. That really ticked him off and he popped off something like 'I don't need to be followed around by a freakin detective, let alone a woman. You damn women should learn some patience.'
Grissom could only imagine how Catherine or Sara would react in that situation and muttered, "Uh-oh."
"Yeah, uh-oh is right. Then he said,' so why don't you just sit your ass down and wait!' And that's where I pretty much lost it. I remember saying 'Why don't you go fuck yourself?' And then it was pretty much a screaming match. I couldn't get a word in over his yelling and the next thing I know I am throwing my coffee mug at him." She glanced at Grissom, trying to judge his reaction.
Grissom was both amused and stunned. Amused because if anyone needed to be hit upside the head, it was Ecklie, but stunned that Jaci would lose her temper so much as to actually do that. "Well, I guess that was pretty unprofessional, of both of you."
"Exactly, I knew I had messed up, so after I cooled down, I went back to apologize and just smooth things over but the little weasel had already ran crying to Brass."
"And what did Brass say to him?" Grissom knew Brass wasn't exactly the biggest Ecklie-lover on the planet.
"Brass laughed at him. Told him to be glad I hadn't actually aimed at him. So then he went up the ladder and told the whole thing to Mobley, only leaving out all his no-no's. So I got yelled at and now I am stuck with anger management classes until Mobley thinks I have learned my lesson. Which" Jaci finished and waited for Grissom's reply. "Now that I think of it, I remember Brass mentioning this, but he didn't say which detective had done it. Are the classes, ah, helpful?" Grissom smiled, knowing that most of those classes were a giant waste of time.
Jaci laughed and replied as if reading from a script, "Yes,sir. The classes are extremely helpful. I have learned to completely control my anger and respect the opinions of others, no matter how much they conflict with my own views. Is that the right answer, professor?" She asked with a smile.
"Word for word. Look, we're here. We've dispelled enough rumors for one day, don't you think? Ready to go to work?" Grissom parked the Tahoe.
TBC..
RATING: PG13
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: don't own them never did never will except for Jaci
AUTHOR'S NOTE: not sure when we'll get the next chapter but hopefully it will be soon. And please please review we live for them
Enjoy!!
Chapter 4 - Getting to know you
Brass walked back into the room at the same moment Jaci walked out of the door, causing the two to slam into each other.
"Damn, Brass. I was coming! You didn't have to come back and get me." Jaci announced with annoyance.
"Yes, I did. I just got a page. You're going to have to talk to the beloved parents. Here is their address." Brass scribbled the info on a piece of paper. Looking past Jaci, Brass asked, "Hey, Grissom. You mind tagging along with her?" He glanced back at Jaci and winked at her.
Grissom shrugged, "I don't mind."
Jaci glanced at the address. "You know, Brass. Her parents might not even talk to us. We'll be driving a Chevy after all." Jaci said in a mock concerned voice.
Brass frowned at her, but then laughed after he thought about the cars that would be parked in the driveways, would not be a Chevy or Ford in sight. Just BMW's, Mercedes, Cadillacs. "Well, if they get snotty with you, drag them downtown for the interview. Bet that will put a crimp in their racket ball schedule."
Grissom and Jaci loaded into the Tahoe. Normally, Jaci would have fought for driving privileges, but she was too tired. The neighborhood was almost 45 minutes away, when you factored in traffic, so the drive would at least allow her some relaxation. She leaned back into the seat and stared down the road, expecting to listen to the radio or make small talk. After 15 minutes of complete silence, she was irritated.
She finally rolled her head over toward her traveling companion. He had only one relaxed hand on the wheel, which Jaci thought was uncharacteristic of him. He struck her as being extremely careful at all times, the type that really had never run with scissors in his hand. He caught her staring at him.
"What? Am I speeding?" he asked, glancing down at the speedometer.
"Doubt it...anyway, I just had you figured for a 10 and 2 type guy" she simulated the correct driving position with her hands.
Grissom just shrugged and turned back to the road.
"Are you always this insanely quiet?" she asked
"I thought you were tired." He countered.
"I am, but if we stay this quiet, I'm just going to start re-thinking everything I've already been over for the millionth time with this case. I am tired of thinking. Do you mind if I turn on the radio? You know, I don't think the radio in my car has been turned off since the day I bought it."
Grissom shook his head "I can't remember the last time my radio was turned on."
"Well, lets just see if it still works.." Jaci began flipping through the stations frantically.
"How can you even tell what is playing by flipping that fast?"
Annoyed, Jaci purposely slowed down and pushed the seek button. A song filled the car. Jaci looked over at Grissom and paused a few seconds. "That one sucks." She reached for the seek button in slow motion and hit it. Again, she gave the song time to play and again announced, "That one sucks too." She repeated the process twice more before an Oasis song began to play. She looked over at Grissom again.
"Sucks?" he asked in mild annoyance.
"Nope, we have a winner." She gave a fake smile, which actually caused Grissom to give a slight real smile.
"Oh, thank goodness." He replied. She wrinkled her nose at him.
A few more moments of silence passed. Jaci tapped her fingers along with the music. Grissom stared down the road. Again, Jaci rolled her head in his direction and raised her eyebrows.
"Sooooo?" she asked.
"Sooooo what?" he mocked
"So let's talk."
He stared blankly at her.
"Ah. Just what I expected. I've been told that you have problems with relating to people, you know you don't like to talk and all. Actually, I've heard a lot of rumors about you." "Dare I ask?" he replied evenly.
"Well, some I know to be true, like your reputation for being a great scientist and investigator, I've seen that first hand.."
"Well, thank you for the compliment. I think."
"And as I learned the other day, your office really is full of dead animals in jars, so that one is verified. That just leaves a couple more." She paused to see if he would take the bait.
"Is this the part where I beg to hear the rest of the rumors?" he answered sarcastically.
"Yep! Ok, lets see- there's one that has you as a Buddhist, one that says you eat bugs on a regular basis and one that says you sleep in a coffin during the day. Wanna clarify those?" she asked with a smile.
"Not really, but just so you don't lose any sleep, I am not a Buddhist and I certainly do not sleep in a coffin, I prefer a nice normal bed like everyone else in the world."
"What about the bug eating thing? You skipped that one." She reminded.
"Oh, that one is true." He paused and smiled as her face turned to a grimace.
"Grasshoppers matter-of-fact. Dipped in chocolate. You should try one, they're quite tasty." He added, hoping to totally gross her out.
"Chocolate covered huh? Well, I suppose if you pour enough chocolate on it, anything could be bearable." She added with a shrug.
"Ok, what about you? Nick said something about your Tuesday activities?" He raised his eyebrows. It was her turn to face the firing squad.
"What did he say?" she asked with obvious concern.
He might really have something here, judging by her reaction. "Well, he said if you were late meeting me, that you would have a very good reason, you had a special, uh, appointment on Tuesdays. You have a dinner date every Tuesday evening?"
"Nick talks too much." She paused trying to figure out how much of the truth to tell him. "Well, it isn't a dinner date, I don't have time for that."
He watched her shift uncomfortably in the seat and bite her lip. "Hey, you don't have to tell me, if it's too personal." Lord knew he hated to talk about himself, had those rumors she had mentioned actually been of a deep personal nature, he would not have answered her at all.
She decided to tell him the whole truth since he had been such a good sport about his own rumors. Jaci didn't want to stop the flow of conversation by clamming up on his inquiry. He might actually laugh at the situation.
"Uh, you're gonna laugh about this, or at least I really hope you do. I have Anger Management classes every Tuesday." There. She said it. Now she hoped his reaction was favorable. She didn't want him to think she was some hot-headed, over-emotional chick that went looking for trouble. She wanted him to respect her.
"You? Have Anger Management class? Is that like voluntary?" He seemed shocked that she would ever have an outburst that would require such a class. Sure, they had butted heads a few times working cases together, but she hadn't been violent.
"I have to go, it's kinda mandatory for awhile. You probably heard what happened."
"No, I didn't hear what happened. Care to elaborate?" he replied.
"Well, that damn Ecklie is such a jackass." She started to explain.
"Ecklie's involved in this?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah, you know I used to work mostly during the day, so I relied on the dayshift CSI crew. Well, on one particular case, Ecklie and I were having problems about him holding up evidence processing. He was holding on to some stuff trying to come up with some grand theory before he would tell me the results. It had been a really tough day and I just wanted to look over the stuff and go home and instead I have to listen to his yammering on and on about how I would get the info when he was good and ready to let me see it,, blah, blah, blah. I was so pissed at him because he annoys me pretty much all the time anyway but I really didn't need his crap that day. So, I was going to follow him around until he finally gave up and just let me see the results. That really ticked him off and he popped off something like 'I don't need to be followed around by a freakin detective, let alone a woman. You damn women should learn some patience.'
Grissom could only imagine how Catherine or Sara would react in that situation and muttered, "Uh-oh."
"Yeah, uh-oh is right. Then he said,' so why don't you just sit your ass down and wait!' And that's where I pretty much lost it. I remember saying 'Why don't you go fuck yourself?' And then it was pretty much a screaming match. I couldn't get a word in over his yelling and the next thing I know I am throwing my coffee mug at him." She glanced at Grissom, trying to judge his reaction.
Grissom was both amused and stunned. Amused because if anyone needed to be hit upside the head, it was Ecklie, but stunned that Jaci would lose her temper so much as to actually do that. "Well, I guess that was pretty unprofessional, of both of you."
"Exactly, I knew I had messed up, so after I cooled down, I went back to apologize and just smooth things over but the little weasel had already ran crying to Brass."
"And what did Brass say to him?" Grissom knew Brass wasn't exactly the biggest Ecklie-lover on the planet.
"Brass laughed at him. Told him to be glad I hadn't actually aimed at him. So then he went up the ladder and told the whole thing to Mobley, only leaving out all his no-no's. So I got yelled at and now I am stuck with anger management classes until Mobley thinks I have learned my lesson. Which" Jaci finished and waited for Grissom's reply. "Now that I think of it, I remember Brass mentioning this, but he didn't say which detective had done it. Are the classes, ah, helpful?" Grissom smiled, knowing that most of those classes were a giant waste of time.
Jaci laughed and replied as if reading from a script, "Yes,sir. The classes are extremely helpful. I have learned to completely control my anger and respect the opinions of others, no matter how much they conflict with my own views. Is that the right answer, professor?" She asked with a smile.
"Word for word. Look, we're here. We've dispelled enough rumors for one day, don't you think? Ready to go to work?" Grissom parked the Tahoe.
TBC..