"Miss Grissom, I asked you here today because I have a proposition to make
you." Sheriff Brian Mobley spoke. Jennifer sat quiet in the chair in front
of the Sheriff's desk. "I know how smart you are, and what a hard worker
you are. You colleagues back in Los Angeles were very impressed with your
work and I must say, so I am I. I've been looking over your case files and
well Miss Grissom, very well done."
"Thank you Sheriff. It means a lot to know that you like the work I have done." Jennifer smiled.
"In your year end evaluation here, it says you could and should work for the FBI. How come you're not in Washington?" Brian questioned. "Your supervisor has even written a letter of recommendation for you to be placed in the Forensics Department."
"Sir, with all due respect, I know I'm ready and very much willing to go there, but I just decided not to. It's a high honor to even be recommended for the program and to work there, but it's just not me. I cannot offer an explanation for that, trust me. I've searched and searched for one with in me, but I can't come up with one. I just think I prefer to work in a small setting where your co-workers are closely knit. If I were to work for the FBI, I'd be working on a largely based scale work environment with tons of FBI agents. I'm not saying that it's a closely knit place, but you are working with hundreds of agents. I'd rather work with five or six people." Jennifer explained.
"How would like to work with a small knit of people?" Brian asked.
"Pardon me?"
"I'm offerering you a position at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Night shift." Brian spoke.
"But my dad works..." She began to say, but was cut off.
"I know. And you may think interest conflict. But let me tell you something Miss. Grissom. You're one hell of a CSI, and I could care less if Gil was your father. I want you on his team." Brian said bluntly. "CSI Level Two."
"Level two? But I'm only level one." Jennifer said trying to find the words.
"Promotion. I think the team needs your smarts. Not that they're not highly intelligent, they're very smart, including your father. The added brains, doesn't hurt. You can start tonight. I even have your new badge right here." Brian commented as he handed the little plastic badge on a chain over to Jennifer.
She honestly couldn't find the words. Jennifer had so many thoughts running through her mind. What will her dad think? Will they get along as co- workers. They had a great father-daughter relationship, but work relationship? They never have worked together before. "I accept." Jennifer exclaimed.
"Packers are going to cream Dallas." Warrick joked with Nick.
"Hey man. Don't say that about my team. Don't mess with Texas." Nick laughed.
"Nah it's true. The Packs are number one in their division, and well Dallas. I think they need some extra testosterone before they go out and play."
"Watch it man. I am a CSI and I can make sure that nobody will find your body." Nick smirked.
"Touchy, touchy." Warrick mocked as they walked up to the crime scene where O'Reiley stood outside the tape. "What do we got?"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, I present to you Wesley Patrick." O'Reiley said as he stepped underneath the crime scene tape.
"Who's he?" Nick asked.
"You mean you've never heard of Wesley Partick?" Warrick exclaimed. "Nick! I'm shocked. "He's the headlining performer at Bellagio's circus show. And I don't mean lions and tigers and bears..."
"Oh my!" Nick laughed.
"Yeah. I'm talking about high-flying acrobats and precision performances." Warrick said.
"Well, lets see what made Mr. Patrick fall from fame." Nick shot.
Jennifer stood quietly at the door of her fathers' office in the crime lab. With her field kit in hand and her badge hanging around her neck, she remained there with out saying a word.
Grissom sat there in his chair, looking carefully at the crime scene photos which laid there in front of him. Scanning each picture with his magnifying glass in hand, making sure he didn't miss a thing.
Jennifer cleared her throat, Grissom's attention was now on his daughter, standing in the doorway. "Well just don't stand there. Come in!" He smiled then cleared his desk of the pictures. "What brings you here? Well besides your charming father."
Jennifer smiled big. "Well, dad...." She trailed off...
"Are you here for a visit? Would you like to go for coffee?" He suggested.
"No, no coffee." Jennifer paused. "I'm actually... I'm here to..."
"Spit it out. It's me you're talking to. If you need anything, just ask." He beamed.
"I need my assignment." She spat out.
"Pardon me?" Grissom asked with a puzzled look upon his face.
"The sheriff didn't tell you."
"No. He didn't tell me anything, and I have checked all of my memos and messages." Grissom retorted.
"Oh. Well, I'm working here now. He offered me a position for nigh shift and well... Here I am!" She spoke with a huge smile across her face.
Grissom sat there, sunken in his chair, taken aback by the information his daughter, his only-daughter had just relayed to him. He was shocked. Shocked wasn't even the word to describe how he was feeling. Aghast, astounded, startled, flustered... The words related to shocked ran through his head.
"Dad... Say something." Jennifer said worried.
But Grissom couldn't. He was lost for words. The look of surprise, was still embedded on his face.
"Thank you Sheriff. It means a lot to know that you like the work I have done." Jennifer smiled.
"In your year end evaluation here, it says you could and should work for the FBI. How come you're not in Washington?" Brian questioned. "Your supervisor has even written a letter of recommendation for you to be placed in the Forensics Department."
"Sir, with all due respect, I know I'm ready and very much willing to go there, but I just decided not to. It's a high honor to even be recommended for the program and to work there, but it's just not me. I cannot offer an explanation for that, trust me. I've searched and searched for one with in me, but I can't come up with one. I just think I prefer to work in a small setting where your co-workers are closely knit. If I were to work for the FBI, I'd be working on a largely based scale work environment with tons of FBI agents. I'm not saying that it's a closely knit place, but you are working with hundreds of agents. I'd rather work with five or six people." Jennifer explained.
"How would like to work with a small knit of people?" Brian asked.
"Pardon me?"
"I'm offerering you a position at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Night shift." Brian spoke.
"But my dad works..." She began to say, but was cut off.
"I know. And you may think interest conflict. But let me tell you something Miss. Grissom. You're one hell of a CSI, and I could care less if Gil was your father. I want you on his team." Brian said bluntly. "CSI Level Two."
"Level two? But I'm only level one." Jennifer said trying to find the words.
"Promotion. I think the team needs your smarts. Not that they're not highly intelligent, they're very smart, including your father. The added brains, doesn't hurt. You can start tonight. I even have your new badge right here." Brian commented as he handed the little plastic badge on a chain over to Jennifer.
She honestly couldn't find the words. Jennifer had so many thoughts running through her mind. What will her dad think? Will they get along as co- workers. They had a great father-daughter relationship, but work relationship? They never have worked together before. "I accept." Jennifer exclaimed.
"Packers are going to cream Dallas." Warrick joked with Nick.
"Hey man. Don't say that about my team. Don't mess with Texas." Nick laughed.
"Nah it's true. The Packs are number one in their division, and well Dallas. I think they need some extra testosterone before they go out and play."
"Watch it man. I am a CSI and I can make sure that nobody will find your body." Nick smirked.
"Touchy, touchy." Warrick mocked as they walked up to the crime scene where O'Reiley stood outside the tape. "What do we got?"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, I present to you Wesley Patrick." O'Reiley said as he stepped underneath the crime scene tape.
"Who's he?" Nick asked.
"You mean you've never heard of Wesley Partick?" Warrick exclaimed. "Nick! I'm shocked. "He's the headlining performer at Bellagio's circus show. And I don't mean lions and tigers and bears..."
"Oh my!" Nick laughed.
"Yeah. I'm talking about high-flying acrobats and precision performances." Warrick said.
"Well, lets see what made Mr. Patrick fall from fame." Nick shot.
Jennifer stood quietly at the door of her fathers' office in the crime lab. With her field kit in hand and her badge hanging around her neck, she remained there with out saying a word.
Grissom sat there in his chair, looking carefully at the crime scene photos which laid there in front of him. Scanning each picture with his magnifying glass in hand, making sure he didn't miss a thing.
Jennifer cleared her throat, Grissom's attention was now on his daughter, standing in the doorway. "Well just don't stand there. Come in!" He smiled then cleared his desk of the pictures. "What brings you here? Well besides your charming father."
Jennifer smiled big. "Well, dad...." She trailed off...
"Are you here for a visit? Would you like to go for coffee?" He suggested.
"No, no coffee." Jennifer paused. "I'm actually... I'm here to..."
"Spit it out. It's me you're talking to. If you need anything, just ask." He beamed.
"I need my assignment." She spat out.
"Pardon me?" Grissom asked with a puzzled look upon his face.
"The sheriff didn't tell you."
"No. He didn't tell me anything, and I have checked all of my memos and messages." Grissom retorted.
"Oh. Well, I'm working here now. He offered me a position for nigh shift and well... Here I am!" She spoke with a huge smile across her face.
Grissom sat there, sunken in his chair, taken aback by the information his daughter, his only-daughter had just relayed to him. He was shocked. Shocked wasn't even the word to describe how he was feeling. Aghast, astounded, startled, flustered... The words related to shocked ran through his head.
"Dad... Say something." Jennifer said worried.
But Grissom couldn't. He was lost for words. The look of surprise, was still embedded on his face.