"You didn't let me finish before you went on describing future sexual encounters. Pay attention. The earwax had tiny flecks of sand." Doc Robins turned away from Nick and Simone's cuteness.
"Salt and sand?" Grissom took his glasses off. "Killed at the beach?"
"Not ruling it out." Nick suddenly got a call and he stepped out of the room to talk.
"I'm an idiot." Simone sighed.
"Simone Sanders if you don't stop that right now I may actually think of letting Nick tie you to that bed." Grissom scolded half heartedly.
"Oh yeah!" Nick walked in to hear the tail end of that conversation. "Grissom. Call lines Just came back. Five people just identified the same woman. Faye Green. And her mother just confirmed."
Grissom sighed. "Get some trace evidence of that sand and get it to your brother, Simone."
Simone did just that, and they hovered over Greg as he looked at it.
"How many grains of sand in the ocean?"
"I don't care about the ocean. Just the sand in my skeleton." Nick snapped. He wasn't in the mood, what with Simone beating herself up. "Can you pinpoint a beach?"
"I don't know. May require some field research." He looked up at Nick. "Think Grissom will send me to Hawaii?"
Nick looked up and saw Grissom approaching.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?"
"Ask me what?"
"Nothing. I was just telling them about your sand. Well...Not sand." Greg was quick to panic.
"My guess it's not the natural kind."
"Right, take a look." Grissom followed Greg's request and looked into the Microscope. "Now if this were natural sand the surface would be smooth. But it's not. This looks like Fremont Street on a Saturday night."
Nick looked to Simone for a translation for her brother's words.
"Rough."
"Ahh." Nick nodded. Greg and Simone folded their arms behind their backs and assumed identical positions, as they usually did when one of them was giving a presentation when the other was in the room. Being almost as close as twins, they could often follow each others thoughts and present together. Even with Simone and her bones. If Greg was there durning a 'Bonetopsy', he could follow her train of thought perfectly. "Is it sediment or what."
"Nahh," Simone scrunched up her nose and shook her head.
"Yeah, no. I examined the mineral content it's feldspar."
"And quartz."
"Crushed gray sandstone. Man-made."
"In a rock crusher."
The high-fived eachother with grins on their faces.
"Not to burst the 'Freaky twin thing' bubble, but...what does that mean?" Nick asked.
"It means that she wasn't killed in Hawaii." Grissom smirked. Greg got an 'Oh, shit' look on his face, and Nick and Simone smirked at him. "And-"
"We have no idea," Simone finished Grissom's thought. Nick chuckled and wrapped an arm around both of their shoulders. Yelling suddenly attracted all of their attention. Warrick was having a fight. Simone didn't think twice before going off to help her friends.
"Woah, woah, Guys!" Simone placed herself between Warrick and the man coming at him.
"Wow," Warrick continued to provoke him, despite Brass pulling the man away. "Mr. Psycho! You don't deserve a badge." The man charged again, knocking Simone into Warrick, who caught her in his arms. Nick attempted to advance forward, but Grissom got there first, forcing the still attacking man, whom Simone vaguely recognized as part of Sara and Warrick's investigation, away from his team members.
"CUT IT OUT!" He pushed him back towards Brass, who was actually a little pissed himself that Simone had gotten caught in the middle. "Not in my lab, Pal."
"Scientists!" The man exclaimed. "I bet you've never even drawn your weapons!"
"I hope I never have to. Nick, walk this guy out the door." Grissom ordered.
Nick glared feircely at the man.
"Gladly." He began walking him out with Brass. "Let me tell ya, She's hurt and I'm coming after you. Let's go!" He shoved the guy forward.
"Sara,"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it, come on Warrick." She tugged gently on Warrick's arm to get him moving again. Warrick sat Simone back on her feet and walked away after giving her a once over. She leaned against the wall to wait for Nick to collect her. She winced at a pain in her ankle and sank to the ground. It was a simple sprain.
"This is all your fault, Gil!" Brass tried to whisper but his anger wouldn't allow it. "You've got your nose so far down a microscope you have no idea what your people are doing."
"Yeah I know one thing. My guys will not bend and they will not be intimidated." Grissom was eaqually angry.
"Hey, I sat in your chair. Your guys have one job." Simone couldn't believe this was Brass speaking. "Find the evidence. So where the hell's the missing bullet?" He stormed off.
Grissom sighed and put his head in his hand, rubbing his forhead. Then he seemed to remember that Simone hadn't left yet.
"Hurt?"
"Simple sprain. I heal fast. An ace bandage and a couple good hours as using Nick as a crutch, and I should be good." Grissom nodded and helped her up. He sat her on his desk and went to fetch Nick.
Nick then wrapped the bandage around her ankle with delicate care. Then he gently massaged the muscle around her ankle.
"We're going to go arter the boyfriend."
"Okay," Simone tried to ease herself off the desk, but Nick caught her and carried her to Greg's lab bridal style.
"You, just stay and help Greg with whatever tests he needs. Okay?"
"But Nick!"
"No but's, Darlin' I don't want you more hurt than you already are." He sat her down on a stool and kissed her forhead. "Stay safe, yeah?"
"Yeah." She sighed. Greg wasn't even in the office. He walked in a few minutes later with a stary blue tea cup. He said nothing, sensing her particularly foul mood. Catherine walked in a few minutes after him for some results.
"So Greg, what did the rape kit say?"
"Uh, Simone,"
She looked up and grabbed a folder from somewhere under their shared organized mess.
"Nonoxidal thine(A/N: Boo Greg for talking so fast we can't understand what he's saying) Polyvynal alchohol, andddd-"
"Glyserine?"
"Yeah, Cath, how..?"
She held up a box.
"Contraceptive film. What're you drinking?" She pointed to Greg's cup.
"Cammomille."
"May I?"
"Sure," Greg nodded, confused.
"It melts with body heat, right?"
Catherine nodded.
"That's right."
"Yeah, I actually use those. It rather stimulating to have your partner put it on for you. Almost the same as a woman placing a condom on a man."
"TMI little sister. TMI." Greg found his cup snatched from him.
Catherine poured the tea out of the mug and into an empty beaker. Greg watched as she worked.
"So, you used to work at the French Palace?" He asked. Simone and Catherine exchanged glances and smirks. Simone was the only one Catherine talked to about it in detail. Other than Grissom, of course.
"That's right."
"Me and my friends used to go there. Payday Fridays."
"Uh-huh."
"Maybe I saw you perform."
"Brother dear, I doubt it." Simone smiled.
"Why?"
"You would remember." Catherine smirked. Greg looked utterly amazed.
"So this film. Simone you know the most about it, wow me with your facts."
"Well, It's kind of hard to detect because it dissolves with body heat. And you know, sex, it's a hot, hot, HAWT act." Simone chucked the box at Greg, who stuck his tounge out at her. Then he began reading.
"It says the film has to be inserted fifty minuets to three hours before sex." He paused, remembering what his sister had said. "Ugh Beeeearrr!"
"Teeeeeddyyyy!"
"I seriously love how you call each other Teddy and Bear. Anyway, that means that April Lewis inserted the film while she was still at work." They all stared at Catherine's expirimental melted-by-Greg's-tea film.
"But how could she have know to put the birth control in before she was raped?" Greg asked. Simone grinned.
"Exactly," Catherine's grin matched Simone's. She dropped the film back in the beaker of tea and walked away. Then Grissom Called her on her phone.
"They wouldn't let us process without a warrent."
"What was the house like?" She asked. Greg looked up at his sister as she slowly slid off the stool. He instantly jumped to help her.
"It was nice, I suppose. There were pictures of rock climbers all over. They had a fish tank."
Greg helped Simone into the morgue. Doc Robins smiled at her from his desk.
"Source of our fake sand?"
"Yep. Nick's just got the warrent, I'll call you after the bust."
"Alright." They hung up. "Thanks, Teddy." Greg nodded and kissed his sister on the cheek.
"Welcome, Bear."
Doc Robins waked over to Simone as she stared at the skeleton.
"We're both missing something this time, Doc." She sighed. She stared at the body until she suddenly gasped.
"ROCK CLIMBING!" She shifted through her memories until she found the specific image she wanted. A tool that helped you climb rocks. It was a curved kind of ax with a serrated edge. Exactly like what she said.
"OMG OMG OMG!" She hobbled out the door and over to her Denali. "OH EM GEE!"
Halfway there she called Grissom.
"What's his alibi?" She asked she was driving with the sirens on.
"Reno. Where are you?"
"On the way to the suspects house. Where's Nick, I can't hear him with you."
"That's because I left him at the house."
Simone pulled over onto the lawn on accident.
"Grissom, you know that gun you gave me in case of protection. And how you made me get that liscense. Just in case. And the badge?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh...I may need to use them." She pulled the gun and badge from her glove compartment.
"Why?"
"I-I think Nick's in trouble."
"Wow." He tapped on her window. "Me too."
"Griss. Let me go in first. I think I can get the gun away from her."
"Simone, no."
"Grissom." Her voice was stern. "I will not. Let Nick. Be hurt."
"I- alright. Let the records show you overpowered me and forced me to let you go first."
Simone smiled softly.
Walking into the house, she madesure that the gun wielding woman could see her come in.
"A dead body is so, so heavy."
She put her hands up.
"Mrs. Hendler. You killed Faye, right?"
"Yes. Yes!" She continued to advance on Nick with the gun. There were tears shining in his eyes, fearful for his life, and Simone's.
"Because you love your husband."
"Yes!"
"Can you stop and talk to me for a second please. I think you need to think of something before you think of shooting Nick, there."
The woman paused.
"I'm just going to step closer. My weapon isn't raised, so you're in no danger, alright?" God, she hoped this was working. She kept her tone of voice commanding, but also kept it at the kind of tone you can trust.
Nick wached Simone place her hand over the gun.
"Simone, Do-"
"Nick, shut the hell up."
Nick stared at her. She placed herself in the line of fire, gently pushing the gun downwards. He could hear her whisper something to the hysterical woman and the woman looked wide eyed at Simone. Then Simone was hugging Nick tightly, making all his fears go away. He wasn't exactly sure what had happend, but he assumed that Simone had convinced her to give up the gun, and Grissom had swooped in and cuffed Mrs. Hendler.
Nick sank to the floor as Simone held on to him. He took a few deep breaths.
"You okay, Nick?" Grissom asked. "Simone, he okay?"
"Yeah. He'll be fine." She felt him relax against her as she ran her hand through his hair and wiped his tears away. "Won't you?" She asked him softly, pressing her lips to his forhead.
"Sorry. I'm sorry I'm being such a baby."
"Hey, you Texan idiot." She helped him stand and walked him to her car with her arms wrapped around his waist. "You just got helled at gunpoint, sweetie. You better be such a baby." She stared up at him as he sat in the passenger seat of her car. "It shows humanity." She got in and drove off to the lab.
An hour later Grissom was looking for the two of them. They needed to fill out paperwork. He walked into Greg's lab. The genius was listening to his music via Ipod, rather than blasting it. Grissom pulled an earbud out.
"Have you seen-"
"Shh!" He pointed in the corner, and there, curled up with his arm around Simone, her hands on his chest, was Nick, both sound asleep. Grissom smiled and decided the paperwork could wait.