Listen, I know that profilers are not CSI's but I have logic behind it. It
will all be explained.
Standard Disclaimer-I don't own CSI
1 Chapter 3
The next day the storm had not gotten any better. The rain was coming down in sheets. After walking into the building Caryn first had to ring out her long, black hair in the bathrooms in the locker room. Just as she was starting to ring out her hair Sara walked in.
"Morning," Caryn said bluntly, squeezing some water out of her hair.
"You could have used a hat," Sara said in the same manner.
"Tried that," Caryn said, "it blew off."
"That sucks," Sara said.
"I know," said Caryn, rolling her eyes.
"I think it was great how you handled Grissom last night, he needs someone to put is head back in place sometimes," Sara said, trying to revive the conversation.
"I think I was a little too rude," Caryn said, apologetically.
"How did you become a profiler? How did you come here? And why didn't Grissom know about you? I thought profilers were not forensic scientists," Sara asked.
"I was a forensic scientist first," Caryn explained. "I worked in D.C. for a couple years when the department said 'guess what, you're going to work with some feds'. No one was really happy, especially me; I don't like feds."
"Does anyone?" Sara asked, Caryn laughed a little.
"I don't think so. Anyways, when we were working with them, their profiler said 'oh, my god, you have insight!' then she rushed to my supervisor. Everyone started getting excited, the feds trained me to use it, and they wanted me to become a profiler, not a forensic scientist. I did exactly what I did to Grissom last night, looked them straight in the eye and said 'I am a forensic scientist, first, profiler, second'. I almost got fired for doing that, I quit and came out here, they hired me as both, I told them that I would not completely become a profiler, I would mostly be a forensic scientist. That's how I ended up here. I actually wasn't sure I would be working here until a couple of days ago," Caryn said, she was almost out of breath.
"Oh, so that explains why Grissom didn't know you were coming, and all those other questions," Sara said.
Caryn nodded and finished wringing out her hair. "It's dry enough," she said, "we are going to be late," with that the two girls hurried to their offices.
"What the hell happened to you?" Nick asked when he saw Caryn.
"I got in a fight with the weather," she replied.
"Oh," he said. "Grissom's looking for you."
"Great, I'll be right to his office," Caryn said.
Grissom heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he said. Caryn entered.
"You were looking for me," she said.
"Yes, I was," Grissom said. "Take a seat," he motioned to a seat in front of his desk. Caryn sat down.
"First of all, what happened to your hair?" Grissom asked.
"Wind blew my hat off, rain got onto hair, you know the rest," Caryn replied.
"Caryn, I want to know something," Grissom started.
"What?" Caryn asked.
"I thought profilers worked for the police department, not the crime lab."
Caryn laughed. "I would be had I not been dead set on staying a forensic scientist," was all Caryn said.
"You were a forensic scientist first?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah, until a fed got involved, then I almost got fired for 'unwillingness to follow a federal agent's instructions in becoming a federal agent' so I moved out here to get away and start over," Caryn said.
"And starting over involves talking to me in the manner you did yesterday?"
"Oh, that," Caryn said. "I was way out of line for being like that, I was kind of shocked about moving here, then the entire gun thing, and then it was my first day of work, I was not in my right mind."
"All right, I think Greg needs you," Grissom said.
"Who?" Caryn asked.
"Our lab boy, you'll find him pretty easily," Grissom said.
"Great," Caryn said. She walked out of Grissom's office.
Caryn walked into the lab; the first thing that happened was she ran into Warrick.
"Ouch, sorry," Caryn said.
"It's all right," he said, helping her up.
"I'm looking for a guy named Greg, Grissom said he needed me," Caryn said.
"Oh, Greg, I'll take you to him," Warrick said.
"Thanks," was all Caryn said. They walked along the hall silently; neither of them were saying anything to the other. Caryn was back to her normal self, mysterious and mostly silent.
"Oh, are you Caryn?" asked a mall voice behind them.
"Who wants to know?" Caryn asked, her green eyes staring straight into the young man's eyes.
The young boy stretched out his hand and Caryn took it, they shook hands; "I am Greg."
Caryn looked him over, "so you are Greg," is all she said.
"Yeah, I have those results on the prints," he said, handing her a brown envelope.
"Thank you," Caryn said. She opened the envelope and took out the results. Her eyes opened wide, but no emotion was evident. "Holy Shit."
Standard Disclaimer-I don't own CSI
1 Chapter 3
The next day the storm had not gotten any better. The rain was coming down in sheets. After walking into the building Caryn first had to ring out her long, black hair in the bathrooms in the locker room. Just as she was starting to ring out her hair Sara walked in.
"Morning," Caryn said bluntly, squeezing some water out of her hair.
"You could have used a hat," Sara said in the same manner.
"Tried that," Caryn said, "it blew off."
"That sucks," Sara said.
"I know," said Caryn, rolling her eyes.
"I think it was great how you handled Grissom last night, he needs someone to put is head back in place sometimes," Sara said, trying to revive the conversation.
"I think I was a little too rude," Caryn said, apologetically.
"How did you become a profiler? How did you come here? And why didn't Grissom know about you? I thought profilers were not forensic scientists," Sara asked.
"I was a forensic scientist first," Caryn explained. "I worked in D.C. for a couple years when the department said 'guess what, you're going to work with some feds'. No one was really happy, especially me; I don't like feds."
"Does anyone?" Sara asked, Caryn laughed a little.
"I don't think so. Anyways, when we were working with them, their profiler said 'oh, my god, you have insight!' then she rushed to my supervisor. Everyone started getting excited, the feds trained me to use it, and they wanted me to become a profiler, not a forensic scientist. I did exactly what I did to Grissom last night, looked them straight in the eye and said 'I am a forensic scientist, first, profiler, second'. I almost got fired for doing that, I quit and came out here, they hired me as both, I told them that I would not completely become a profiler, I would mostly be a forensic scientist. That's how I ended up here. I actually wasn't sure I would be working here until a couple of days ago," Caryn said, she was almost out of breath.
"Oh, so that explains why Grissom didn't know you were coming, and all those other questions," Sara said.
Caryn nodded and finished wringing out her hair. "It's dry enough," she said, "we are going to be late," with that the two girls hurried to their offices.
"What the hell happened to you?" Nick asked when he saw Caryn.
"I got in a fight with the weather," she replied.
"Oh," he said. "Grissom's looking for you."
"Great, I'll be right to his office," Caryn said.
Grissom heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he said. Caryn entered.
"You were looking for me," she said.
"Yes, I was," Grissom said. "Take a seat," he motioned to a seat in front of his desk. Caryn sat down.
"First of all, what happened to your hair?" Grissom asked.
"Wind blew my hat off, rain got onto hair, you know the rest," Caryn replied.
"Caryn, I want to know something," Grissom started.
"What?" Caryn asked.
"I thought profilers worked for the police department, not the crime lab."
Caryn laughed. "I would be had I not been dead set on staying a forensic scientist," was all Caryn said.
"You were a forensic scientist first?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah, until a fed got involved, then I almost got fired for 'unwillingness to follow a federal agent's instructions in becoming a federal agent' so I moved out here to get away and start over," Caryn said.
"And starting over involves talking to me in the manner you did yesterday?"
"Oh, that," Caryn said. "I was way out of line for being like that, I was kind of shocked about moving here, then the entire gun thing, and then it was my first day of work, I was not in my right mind."
"All right, I think Greg needs you," Grissom said.
"Who?" Caryn asked.
"Our lab boy, you'll find him pretty easily," Grissom said.
"Great," Caryn said. She walked out of Grissom's office.
Caryn walked into the lab; the first thing that happened was she ran into Warrick.
"Ouch, sorry," Caryn said.
"It's all right," he said, helping her up.
"I'm looking for a guy named Greg, Grissom said he needed me," Caryn said.
"Oh, Greg, I'll take you to him," Warrick said.
"Thanks," was all Caryn said. They walked along the hall silently; neither of them were saying anything to the other. Caryn was back to her normal self, mysterious and mostly silent.
"Oh, are you Caryn?" asked a mall voice behind them.
"Who wants to know?" Caryn asked, her green eyes staring straight into the young man's eyes.
The young boy stretched out his hand and Caryn took it, they shook hands; "I am Greg."
Caryn looked him over, "so you are Greg," is all she said.
"Yeah, I have those results on the prints," he said, handing her a brown envelope.
"Thank you," Caryn said. She opened the envelope and took out the results. Her eyes opened wide, but no emotion was evident. "Holy Shit."