Sara sat in the seat, sulking. Warrick, filing in and out of traffic was sure he knew why.
"Be glad. At least he's not sending us on another shit-gathering." It wasn't really comforting, he knew.
Sara snorted, "Next thing you want me to be grateful, huh?"
"He's the boss. We do what he tells us." Warrick hit the stir-wheel, "Hell, I'd give an arm to be there myself! After all that crap I really thought I'd... ah, fuck."
"We do our job to find the truth. It is not made for our personal enjoyment. We do whatever necessary to give a voice to those who cannot speak up for themselves." Sara mimicked Grissom's voice.
First Warrick was startled, then he burst with laughter, Sara joining in.
"Sara, you're too much around that guy! You sound like him. Next step you'll run around hugging bugs."
"Say, you know Gris quite a while now, don't ya?" Sara looked like she was ready to jump at any bait given.
"A few years." Warrick answered slowly. "Why?"
"Nick said he has no life. He says Gris is sleeping in the lab."
"NICK says..." Warrick laughed, "Mr. Nick – know-it-all- Stokes says so? How, by the way did ya get the brother into such talkative mood, huh?"
"Does he sleep in the lab? Come-on War! Just a simple yes or no." Sara kept poking.
"What did you do to Nick?"
"You're evasive!" Sara punched Warrick.
"Yeah. Because, even if I knew, Sara, that's none of your business. If you really wanna know, go and ask HIM. 'Hey, Gris, are you sleeping in your office?' – 'Why Sara, you wanna join me?' hahaha!"
"Dork." Sara punched Warrick once more.
The man enjoyed the teasing, it had been a long way until Sara and him had found a common basis from which they managed to work out a kind of friendship. For most of them the team was some kind of extended family and now that Sara was not longer mistrusting Warrick's every step, work was much better. They parked the car and carried their field-kits into the ER.
"So, what is it about you and Nick?" Warrick asked.
"None of your business. Go and ask Nick himself." Sara shot back.
"I did. He was evasive. Hey, Sara, just a simple yes or no."
Had it not been in public, in a hospital, Sara would have hit Warrick. What a mean bastard he was! The woman laughed until a nurse asked how to help them.
"We're CSIs and investigate in the murder at a disco. Three stabbed victims have been brought here and we need to gather evidence"
They were informed that while two victims were still in surgery the third had died shortly after arrival. A nurse showed them to the morgue.
Routinely putting on gloves, getting the camera ready. Routine moves but it would never feel like routine. Every case was different and every victim an individual. Sara pulled back the blanket. The clothes were cut to pieces by hospital-staff, soaking wet with blood. Face, throat and chest were slashed several times.
*FLASH!* - *FLASH!* Warrick walked around the corpse, burning this gruesome scene onto film. Death had so many faces and he had yet to see one that was not ugly.
A girl.
"Any ID?" he asked.
"No." Sara shook her head. She checked every pocket but found nothing but a few dollars. "She tried to defend herself." Sara lifted a hand that was slashed as well if not so deep.
Warrick took off a shoe.
"What for?"
"Prints. Then we can rule hers out." He untied the second sneaker and pulled it off, making everything ready to process the shoes.
"You lost something!" Sara picked up a small piece of paper that turned out to be an envelope. With a triumphant smile she held it up. Warrick whistled.
"A hundred to one it's a drug!" he offered.
"Yup."
When they had finished they asked the lab to organize a transfer so they could do a proper autopsy. The other victims were in IC. To get to them they had to undergo the painstaking process of putting on sterile clothes only to find there was nothing to be found. Frustrated they returned to the lab where they flooded the day-shift's lab techs with their stuff.
"Especially the contents of the small envelope. Might want to process them first."
"Be glad. At least he's not sending us on another shit-gathering." It wasn't really comforting, he knew.
Sara snorted, "Next thing you want me to be grateful, huh?"
"He's the boss. We do what he tells us." Warrick hit the stir-wheel, "Hell, I'd give an arm to be there myself! After all that crap I really thought I'd... ah, fuck."
"We do our job to find the truth. It is not made for our personal enjoyment. We do whatever necessary to give a voice to those who cannot speak up for themselves." Sara mimicked Grissom's voice.
First Warrick was startled, then he burst with laughter, Sara joining in.
"Sara, you're too much around that guy! You sound like him. Next step you'll run around hugging bugs."
"Say, you know Gris quite a while now, don't ya?" Sara looked like she was ready to jump at any bait given.
"A few years." Warrick answered slowly. "Why?"
"Nick said he has no life. He says Gris is sleeping in the lab."
"NICK says..." Warrick laughed, "Mr. Nick – know-it-all- Stokes says so? How, by the way did ya get the brother into such talkative mood, huh?"
"Does he sleep in the lab? Come-on War! Just a simple yes or no." Sara kept poking.
"What did you do to Nick?"
"You're evasive!" Sara punched Warrick.
"Yeah. Because, even if I knew, Sara, that's none of your business. If you really wanna know, go and ask HIM. 'Hey, Gris, are you sleeping in your office?' – 'Why Sara, you wanna join me?' hahaha!"
"Dork." Sara punched Warrick once more.
The man enjoyed the teasing, it had been a long way until Sara and him had found a common basis from which they managed to work out a kind of friendship. For most of them the team was some kind of extended family and now that Sara was not longer mistrusting Warrick's every step, work was much better. They parked the car and carried their field-kits into the ER.
"So, what is it about you and Nick?" Warrick asked.
"None of your business. Go and ask Nick himself." Sara shot back.
"I did. He was evasive. Hey, Sara, just a simple yes or no."
Had it not been in public, in a hospital, Sara would have hit Warrick. What a mean bastard he was! The woman laughed until a nurse asked how to help them.
"We're CSIs and investigate in the murder at a disco. Three stabbed victims have been brought here and we need to gather evidence"
They were informed that while two victims were still in surgery the third had died shortly after arrival. A nurse showed them to the morgue.
Routinely putting on gloves, getting the camera ready. Routine moves but it would never feel like routine. Every case was different and every victim an individual. Sara pulled back the blanket. The clothes were cut to pieces by hospital-staff, soaking wet with blood. Face, throat and chest were slashed several times.
*FLASH!* - *FLASH!* Warrick walked around the corpse, burning this gruesome scene onto film. Death had so many faces and he had yet to see one that was not ugly.
A girl.
"Any ID?" he asked.
"No." Sara shook her head. She checked every pocket but found nothing but a few dollars. "She tried to defend herself." Sara lifted a hand that was slashed as well if not so deep.
Warrick took off a shoe.
"What for?"
"Prints. Then we can rule hers out." He untied the second sneaker and pulled it off, making everything ready to process the shoes.
"You lost something!" Sara picked up a small piece of paper that turned out to be an envelope. With a triumphant smile she held it up. Warrick whistled.
"A hundred to one it's a drug!" he offered.
"Yup."
When they had finished they asked the lab to organize a transfer so they could do a proper autopsy. The other victims were in IC. To get to them they had to undergo the painstaking process of putting on sterile clothes only to find there was nothing to be found. Frustrated they returned to the lab where they flooded the day-shift's lab techs with their stuff.
"Especially the contents of the small envelope. Might want to process them first."