Chapter Thirty-Five
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The team assembled in the break room for the assignments. Grissom waited patiently for Nick to arrive.
"He's late AGAIN!" Grissom said shaking his head. "I told him to be here early tonight. There is a lot to do!"
Just then Nick came running in. "Sorry I'm late everyone "
He just got a glare from Grissom.
Grissom handed out the assignments. Catherine & Warrick got a 419 in the woods. Greg and Nick got a domestic assault/ break and enter in Henderson. He was going to stay behind assist Doc Robbins with an autopsy. Nick was assigned to a mob hit at a restaurant. Grissom asked Sara to stay behind to work on some paperwork, to which she frowned.
The team dispersed to their locations. But Grissom called Nick back.
"Nick I need words with you." He said.
Nick said nothing.
"Sara meet me in my office please, I'll tell you what I need done in ten minutes." Sara left and Nick stood there uncomfortably.
"I-I'm sorry Grissom." He said lowering his eyes.
"Nick you can't be skipping out on shifts."
"I-I'm sorry. I just got carried away"
"Carried away by a girl named Emily?" He asked pointedly.
"Well-things are moving well for us" he said.
"Spare me the details Nick. I don't want to know." He said raising his hand in a 'stop' motion.
Nick was quiet again.
"Ok well get to it Nick" Grissom said and dismissed him.
Grissom went to his office to talk to Sara. "Sara, I uh.." he began but she was all over him.
"Sara, I thought we agreed that we can't do this at work."
Sara pouted. "But we haven't done anything in ages! I'm feeling a little inadequate" she said.
"Inadequate? You are anything but!" he reminded her and rubbed her arms.
She smiled mischievously.
"No Sara, when we get home we will, but we have jobs to do" he said with a pleading look in his eye. He didn't want any excitement.
Sara looked at him and pouted again, but shrugged. "Ok, Gil whatever, what do you want me to do?"
"I need you to look up a file for me…. We have a DB in autopsy and we need to identify him. The crime scene photos are in one of these files" Grissom told her.
Sara looked at him like he just grew a second head. "Grissom, that is impossible for me to do! How the hell am I going to find the Crime scene photo of the DB in autopsy?"
"Here is a picture that I took of him last night, look through your DB files and match it"
"Gilbert Grissom, you better be prepared for some extra special lovin' when we get home because YOU have a lot to make up for. I am a CSI and I belong in the field NOT looking for crime scene photos!"
Grissom smiled thinly and left the office.
Grissom met Doc Robbins in autopsy. "Is she looking for the photos?" Robbins asked.
"Yeah, she doesn't seem too pleased at the task." He replied.
"Who would be Gil and why the hell were they filed in the file folders anyway?"
Grissom smiled. "She was the one who cleaned up my office the other night, so she was the one who filed the photos I guess accidently, instead of putting them in the crime-scene evidence box"