I Do Not Own CSI


"Grissom, you're back," Warrick said with a smile as the gang plus Harold sat in the break room. Sara followed behind with a large smile on her face.

"I'm back, and was told you all behaved," Grissom praised as he talked with the boys while Sara and Catherine talked at the far end of the table.

"So, you must be Harold Wilks. Gil Grissom."

"I've heard about you, one of the best entomologists in the country."

"Well," Grissom smiled as he talked with him and the boys.

"Did you have fun getting re-acquainted?"

"Oh yeah."

"Do tell."

"Let's just say the only time Gil or I got out of bed was to eat, go to the bathroom or let Hank out."

"Damn," Catherine muttered.

"Catherine," Gil said for the second time, trying to get her attention.

"What? Sorry."

"You have a double with Warrick and Nick in Henderson."

"Oh, okay. I want more later," Catherine said with a smile as she passed Sara.

"Greg, you and Harold have a murder at an engineering company."

"Cool! Let's rock, Harold," Greg said, leaving with Harold who had an eerie smile on his face.

"He still gives me the creeps," Sara said as the boys all left.

"He looks vaguely familiar, I can't put my finger on it though."

"You don't recognize the name at all?"

"No, but his face, I don't know," Gil wondered.

"Where do you want me?"

"That's a little suggestive, don't you think," Gil said with a smile.

"Not what I meant."

"I know," Gil teased.

"So? And please don't make me do paperwork. I've done enough of Catherine's and there's still a pile of it on both your and her desk."

"No paperwork, but Hodges is a little backed up in trace."

"Erase that, I'll do paperwork."

"Sorry, my dear, days backed trace up at the end of shift. Add that to the pile of trace that was already in there plus the stuff that is bound to come in tonight…"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it; he needs the help."


"Hey, Chris." Greg greeted the detective. Harold went straight to the body.

"Hey," Chris said, watching the man.

"What's with him," Chris asked.

"I dunno, he's a little…"

"Odd?"

"Grissom is odd, I was going to say eccentric."

"Patato, potato. He just, I don't get a good vibe when I'm around him. After spending almost twenty years as a marine, you learn to trust you gut."

"I'll keep an eye out, too. But for now, the body?"

"Yeah, okay. The night manager found him about two hours ago, just like that."

"He didn't touch the body?" Greg asked.

"He just checked for a pulse. When he didn't find one he called the cops."

"Any enemies?"

"Not really. The manager said that a few people resented him because he worked his way up and changed positions instead of coming into the job qualified like everyone else."

"Good worker?"

"One of the best. That's because he had background in different parts of this place; he could do more than others."

"So, do you have a list of people who had a beef with this guy?"

"Yeah, manager is getting a list of names, phone numbers and addresses as we speak."

"Cool. Well, if you'll excuse me."

"Yeah, talk to you later, man," Chris said, giving Greg a friendly smack on the back before leaving to go talk to the manager.

"So, what do you have so far?"


"His fellow employee killed him because the victim got a promotion that he thought was his," Greg said as they came out of interrogation.

"Well, I can see why."

"You would kill someone over a promotion?"

"Not unless it was a really good promotion," Harold said as Greg stopped walking with him.

"That was a joke, Greg."

"Oh, okay."

"But I can see how people would be pissed. This guy was taking over a position that he wasn't really entitled to."

"But he was."

"And you would think that way, too."

"What?"

"You worked you way through the lab. You used to be a lab rat in DNA, and you worked your way into field work."

"How does that make me less entitled?"

"It's just…Take a CSI like Nick or Warrick, this is what they wanted to do, and then someone comes along, smart and eager to learn and comes into the field, taking a position later on that could have been theirs."

"But I earned it."

"And they didn't?" Harold said as Greg looked down, contemplating.

"Hey man, I'll talk to you later" Greg said bagging off, leaving Harold with a smile on his face.

"Way too easy."


"Hey Greg," Sara said as she opened the mini fridge and grabbed her protein shake.

"Greg, you okay?" Sara asked. Greg had said nothing, not even looking up as Sara came in the room.

"Hmmm?"

"You okay?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot"

"If I got a promotion, one that you wanted, would you resent me for it because I used to work in the lab?"

"What? No, Greg."

"Really?"

"Yes, Greg. If you got a promotion over me, or anyone of us, it would be because you deserved it and you worked hard for it, not because you used to be a tech."

"You don't think anyone here resents me for going into the field?"

"No, if anything, the techs are happy because you're out of their hair and in ours. Plus, because you're in the field, Wendy has a job on nightshift. Where's this coming from anyway?"

"Just this case we had tonight, I guess." Greg said, explaining the case to Sara.

"Greg, can I tell you something," Sara asked.

"Sure"

"If you weren't cut out for field work, Grissom wouldn't have let you in the field. But he did, and he trained you, really well."

"You trained me, Sara, Grissom helped."

"Either way, we trained you and believed in you. Any promotion you get now is because you deserve it."

"Thanks, Sar."

"Anytime, Greg," Sara said easing herself up and leaving the break room.


"Knock, knock," Sara said, leaning on Grissom's office door. The light from the hall gave Sara a glow.

"Hey"

"You almost ready to go?"

"Yeah, I finished the last evaluation."

"Have you figured out why Harold seems so familiar yet?"

"Not really, I want to say we've worked together or something years ago, but I can't put my finger on it."

"You will, now let's go. We have banking to do so we can go get our new house. 'Our new house', I like the sound of that."

"Me, too," Gil said as he escorted Sara out of his office. They both had smiles on their faces, not noticing Harold watching them from the locker room.

"Payback is a bitch, Grissom, just remember that."

TBC


OK Grissom's back in action, maybe we can get a stop to this Harold mess, lol

thanks for everyone who has reviewed, please keep them coming!

Katie

P.S. I'm finally getting to the point where i need to start thinking about baby names, but i'm having a hard time, so if you have any suggestions, lemme know, who knows, maybe i will pick yours