Racing
"Eww" Cassidy grimaced as she walked into her dad's office.
She should've been used to seeing the various jars and boxes of dead bugs that lined the walls of the office but it still made her skin crawl every time she saw them. When she was little, they fascinated her, now she hated them.
Sara was sat at the desk with a large glass tank in front of her. Inside the tank, 5 cockroaches scuttled around. Sara looked over them closely and placed in a little dish that had water in it.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Cassidy asked, disgusted that her mother would go near the creepy crawlies.
"You're dad called. He wanted me to make sure that the cockroaches were still alive." Sara replied as she lifted the tank back onto a shelf.
"Why does he care if they're still alive? Cockroaches are everywhere." Cassidy sat down on the desk.
"You know what your father's like about bugs. Besides, these are specially trained cockroaches." Sara laughed when she saw Cassidy's raised eyebrow.
"Trained cockroaches? You're kidding, right?" Cassidy seemed unsure.
"Before you were born, before I even met him actually, he raced them. He would take his prized bugs to organized races."
"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard." Cassidy shook her head.
Sara laughed and nodded in agreement. It was strange, but it was completely Grissom. And she loved that about him.