38. Viva Las Vegas (5.1.)

Okay, once again, she was doing good.

So I had some time to think while I was away…enough time to figure out why I made such a stupid mistake. I do not have a drinking problem…I have a me problem. My P.E.A.P. counselor suggested that it would be a good idea to talk to my supervisor…and that's you …Grissom. I never told you about my family…I never told anyone about my family, why would I…

That was how far she came in the locker room. Now she had to add the rest of her speech to it. Why should I talk to you? I mean, we're only colleagues, you made it clear it's this way and you don't want it an another way. But…I've the feeling if I can talk to somebody about my family, my past, me, it's you. There are a lot of things that happened to me, you have no idea of and can't imagine. So if it's okay I'd like to talk about them with you.

Yes, that sounded about right. All she had to do now was saying these words out loud when Grissom arrived and…talk to him. Unfortunately she felt nervous like a school girl on her first date or at the prom night. Talking to him wasn't easy, it was Grissom, you never knew what he thought, what he might say or react and…

"Your friend Greg failed."

"Huh?" She looked up surprised. There he was and she hadn't seen him coming.

"Your friend Greg, he failed his final test."

"What? How?" Greg prepared himself good for the test, what went wrong? She had to call him, make sure he was all right. Was this the end to his dream of being a CSI?

"He committed a fatal error and compromised evidence."

"What did he do?" She couldn't see Greg doing a fatal error. He was thorough.

"Used the toilette at a crime scene before he cleaned the bathroom."

"Oh sh…damn it." She sighed. What a stupid mistake. He should have known better. "Will you give him another chance?" Please let him say yes. Please, please, please.

"Yes. Even when his replacement just quit. Apparently our lab is too loud, too busy and nobody respects her work place."

"It's…unique." And maybe also loud and busy, but there was respect.

"Apparently too unique. Means your Greggo has to look for a new replacement."

"He'll find somebody." She didn't bother correcting him about 'her Greggo'. "Beside the slip at the toilette, did he do a good job?"

"Yes. That's why I give him another chance."

"Good." She was looking forward to work with him. After he finished his proficiencies. Okay, time to talk to him about…her. "Grissom…"

"How was your case? I heard you had an alien."

Great, he just came up with a different topic. Should she tell him, there was something else on her mind? More important? More urgent? No, it was better to finish with the cases first and get to the personal later. "Don't believe what's written in the papers."

"A body next to Area 51."

"Yeah. He was taken there by the man who killed him. Unknowingly killed him. He found him and thought, he was dead. In order to do him a favor, he took him close to Area 51 and buried him. Unfortunately our pseudo alien wasn't dead, he was unconscious and died because he was buried alive."

"A hard case for the jury."

"Yes."

"Well, lucky for us, we don't have to worry about it. I've got to go, there's some work waiting for me on my desk. See you tonight."

Before she could say another word to stop him, he was up and on his way out of the diner. So much for talking to him about herself. Looked like she had give it another try tomorrow.