"So. What brings you to Vegas?" Gil asked his daughter who was looking at
his collection of bugs around the room.
"What? I can't come and visit my father?" She smiled. She noticed her dad's stern look, and her smile faded. "I'm actually going to move here."
"You didn't get fired from the LAPD, did you?" Grissom asked shooting up in his chair.
"No. No." She paused. "I got offered a job at UNLV to teach the forensic science course there. And I thought, what a perfect opportunity, because here I am, and well, here you are."
"And your mother is okay with this?" He asked looking at her.
"Dad. I'm 25 years old. Mom does not need to give me permission on where I can move, or what kind of job I can hold." Jennifer retorted.
"I didn't mean that Jennifer. I mean, she's not heartbroken is she?" His expression changed.
"She's upset that I'm leaving, that her baby girl is leaving. But she's actually happy for me at the same time. New job, new place and I get to spend more time with you than I have previously." She sat down in the chair opposite Grissom.
"Well." He sighed. "You're going to need a place to stay..." He paused. "Unless you already have a place."
"No. Does that mean?" Her eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning.
"Yeah. You can come live with me." He smiled which was a rarity for the CSI supervisor.
Jennifer leaped up from her chair and bounded to the other side of the desk. "Oh thank you dad!" She said excitedly as she threw her arms around her father's neck. "And I'll pay the bills, and buy groceries, and..."
"Jennifer, Jennifer. Don't worry about that. Really. Just having you around is the best gift I could ever receive." Grissom smiled once more.
Nick rounded the corner when he noticed Jennifer smacking the soda pop vending machine. "Stupid thing." She muttered.
"Did it eat your money?" Nick asked as he walked up beside her turning the ON switch to his charm.
"No. My can, it's stuck. Somewhere in there. And it won't. let. It. Out!" She shrieked as she pounded on the machine once again.
"Here, let me lend my services." Nick said as he set his file folder aside. "This thing is very picky with whom it gives refreshments to. I've developed a very personal relationship with her. Her name is Betty, and if you sweet talk her just right and tap her in the right place. She'll fork over your cola." He grinned, not taking his eyes off of the attractive woman. Yes, she may be Gil's daughter. But he'll be damned if he can't have her. Nick tapped the bottom of the machine with the side of his foot, and the can came rolling down into the tray. "See. She loves me." He grinned once more as he handed Jennifer her diet soda.
"Maybe if I sweet talk my TV, he'll give me a supreme sports package." She smiled wickedly.
"Sports fan?" Nick asked sitting down next to Jennifer in the waiting room chairs.
"Yeah. Big time." She replied opening the can.
"What do you like?"
"Basketball, baseball. Big football fan. Go Packers!" She laughed.
"Ow. You just shot an arrow right through my heart. And here, I assumed you liked Dallas. I know this Texan does." Nick grinned once again.
"Well, if you assume incorrectly, you make an ass of you and me." Jennifer smiled. "Pardon the joke."
"It's alright. I can come up with some lame jokes myself. May I ask why you're in Vegas, besides the obvious?" He asked.
"I was offered a teaching position at UNLV in the forensic department. I'll be teaching the forensic science, every Tuesday and Thursday. I've always wanted to be a teacher, but when the criminology way. So, here's my chance to do both."
"Are you excited?" Nick asked.
"Oh yeah. Very." Jennifer smiled as she took a sip of her soda.
"So you're going to be spending some time with your dad tonight, huh?"
"Why? Are you asking me out?" Jennifer grinned.
"And if I am?" Nick questioned.
"Well, I don't think it would be wise, since I'm your bosses daughter. It wouldn't look good on you." Jennifer smirked as she got up out of the chair and walked away. Nick sighed and shook his head. Nick wondered if anything would ever go his way.
"What? I can't come and visit my father?" She smiled. She noticed her dad's stern look, and her smile faded. "I'm actually going to move here."
"You didn't get fired from the LAPD, did you?" Grissom asked shooting up in his chair.
"No. No." She paused. "I got offered a job at UNLV to teach the forensic science course there. And I thought, what a perfect opportunity, because here I am, and well, here you are."
"And your mother is okay with this?" He asked looking at her.
"Dad. I'm 25 years old. Mom does not need to give me permission on where I can move, or what kind of job I can hold." Jennifer retorted.
"I didn't mean that Jennifer. I mean, she's not heartbroken is she?" His expression changed.
"She's upset that I'm leaving, that her baby girl is leaving. But she's actually happy for me at the same time. New job, new place and I get to spend more time with you than I have previously." She sat down in the chair opposite Grissom.
"Well." He sighed. "You're going to need a place to stay..." He paused. "Unless you already have a place."
"No. Does that mean?" Her eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning.
"Yeah. You can come live with me." He smiled which was a rarity for the CSI supervisor.
Jennifer leaped up from her chair and bounded to the other side of the desk. "Oh thank you dad!" She said excitedly as she threw her arms around her father's neck. "And I'll pay the bills, and buy groceries, and..."
"Jennifer, Jennifer. Don't worry about that. Really. Just having you around is the best gift I could ever receive." Grissom smiled once more.
Nick rounded the corner when he noticed Jennifer smacking the soda pop vending machine. "Stupid thing." She muttered.
"Did it eat your money?" Nick asked as he walked up beside her turning the ON switch to his charm.
"No. My can, it's stuck. Somewhere in there. And it won't. let. It. Out!" She shrieked as she pounded on the machine once again.
"Here, let me lend my services." Nick said as he set his file folder aside. "This thing is very picky with whom it gives refreshments to. I've developed a very personal relationship with her. Her name is Betty, and if you sweet talk her just right and tap her in the right place. She'll fork over your cola." He grinned, not taking his eyes off of the attractive woman. Yes, she may be Gil's daughter. But he'll be damned if he can't have her. Nick tapped the bottom of the machine with the side of his foot, and the can came rolling down into the tray. "See. She loves me." He grinned once more as he handed Jennifer her diet soda.
"Maybe if I sweet talk my TV, he'll give me a supreme sports package." She smiled wickedly.
"Sports fan?" Nick asked sitting down next to Jennifer in the waiting room chairs.
"Yeah. Big time." She replied opening the can.
"What do you like?"
"Basketball, baseball. Big football fan. Go Packers!" She laughed.
"Ow. You just shot an arrow right through my heart. And here, I assumed you liked Dallas. I know this Texan does." Nick grinned once again.
"Well, if you assume incorrectly, you make an ass of you and me." Jennifer smiled. "Pardon the joke."
"It's alright. I can come up with some lame jokes myself. May I ask why you're in Vegas, besides the obvious?" He asked.
"I was offered a teaching position at UNLV in the forensic department. I'll be teaching the forensic science, every Tuesday and Thursday. I've always wanted to be a teacher, but when the criminology way. So, here's my chance to do both."
"Are you excited?" Nick asked.
"Oh yeah. Very." Jennifer smiled as she took a sip of her soda.
"So you're going to be spending some time with your dad tonight, huh?"
"Why? Are you asking me out?" Jennifer grinned.
"And if I am?" Nick questioned.
"Well, I don't think it would be wise, since I'm your bosses daughter. It wouldn't look good on you." Jennifer smirked as she got up out of the chair and walked away. Nick sighed and shook his head. Nick wondered if anything would ever go his way.