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First Do No Harm By Moose
Chapter 5
It was a slow night. At the crime lab, Nick went back to doing the paperwork that Grissom had assigned to him and Catherine earlier that night. Warrick was with Greg, and Sara was processing the evidence she gathered. Nick had always disliked paperwork, and this made him work fast. The sooner it's done, the better.
When he was finally finished, Nick stretched and decided that he's been confined to the desk too long. He got up and went to the break room for some coffee. The room was empty, but there was coffee at the coffee pot. He himself a cup and went off to look for his colleagues.
"Hey, how are you two doing?" Nick said as he entered Greg's domain.
"Whoa, Nick!" Greg put his hands up when he saw Nick's cup. "No food and drinks in this area."
"Oops, sorry, Greggo," Nick said, backing out. "Guess I'll go hound Sara instead."
"Oh no, you won't," came Sara's voice from the doorway. "I'm done." She caught a whiff of Nick's coffee. "Mmm, that smells good."
"Come on, there's more at the break room," Nick said. "Greggo here won't let me enter his lab with this stuff."
"It's bad for the equipment, Nick," Greg reasoned. "Hi Sara."
Sara smiled at Greg and followed Nick out. "Any word from Grissom?"
"Lindsey's got appendicitis," Nick said. "Grissom paged me and told me that he'll be out for the rest of the shift."
"Oh, poor Lindsey," Sara remarked. "I had appendicitis when I was in high school and it was hell."
"I can just imagine," Nick nodded. "Want to go visit her after the shift?"
"Sure," Sara replied. "Hey, this is a new side of you," she teased as they entered the break room. She got a cup and let Nick pour some coffee in it.
"What does that supposed to mean?" Nick asked.
"You just don't seem to be, well, the type who hangs around with kids," Sara explained, sitting opposite Nick.
"Hey, I bet I know more about kids than you do," Nick countered. "I happen to be my neices' and nephews' favorite babysitter."
Sara scoffed. "I have to see that first," she said. "I -" she started to say but was interrupted by Brass' entry into the break room. "Hey Brass."
Brass nodded, and asked, "Where's Gil?"
"He's spending the night at the hospital," Nick said. "Lindsey's got appendicitis and he's keeping Catherine company."
"So who's in charge here?"
"I am."
Both Brass and Sara looked at Nick in surprise. "I swear, Grissom told me," Nick said defensively.
"Well, then, you have another case," Brass said. "Body found on the sidewalk beside the Arabica coffee shop. The place closed at midnight, and the manager was leaving when he noticed that there was a man lying on the sidewalk. Thought he was a homeless man spending the night there. He was going to leave the man there, but then he noticed a pool of blood surrounding the head. That's when he called 911."
"Okay, I'm going there," Nick said. "I'll go get Warrick."
"Hey, wait a second, Nick," Sara interjected. "I'm not doing anything, why don't I go with you instead?"
"You're not tired?" Nick asked doubtfully, although he already knew what Sara would reply.
"I am, but you've seen me work in worse states before," Sara said. "Besides, Warrick isn't done yet."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Nick agreed. "Fine, let's go."
Sara beamed at him. "Thanks, Nick."
Brass looked at them and shook his head. He just don't get why Sara would thank Nick for giving her another job for that shift when she's obviously tired. And from the look on Nick's face, Brass was willing to bet that the younger man felt quite the same way.
First Do No Harm By Moose
Chapter 5
It was a slow night. At the crime lab, Nick went back to doing the paperwork that Grissom had assigned to him and Catherine earlier that night. Warrick was with Greg, and Sara was processing the evidence she gathered. Nick had always disliked paperwork, and this made him work fast. The sooner it's done, the better.
When he was finally finished, Nick stretched and decided that he's been confined to the desk too long. He got up and went to the break room for some coffee. The room was empty, but there was coffee at the coffee pot. He himself a cup and went off to look for his colleagues.
"Hey, how are you two doing?" Nick said as he entered Greg's domain.
"Whoa, Nick!" Greg put his hands up when he saw Nick's cup. "No food and drinks in this area."
"Oops, sorry, Greggo," Nick said, backing out. "Guess I'll go hound Sara instead."
"Oh no, you won't," came Sara's voice from the doorway. "I'm done." She caught a whiff of Nick's coffee. "Mmm, that smells good."
"Come on, there's more at the break room," Nick said. "Greggo here won't let me enter his lab with this stuff."
"It's bad for the equipment, Nick," Greg reasoned. "Hi Sara."
Sara smiled at Greg and followed Nick out. "Any word from Grissom?"
"Lindsey's got appendicitis," Nick said. "Grissom paged me and told me that he'll be out for the rest of the shift."
"Oh, poor Lindsey," Sara remarked. "I had appendicitis when I was in high school and it was hell."
"I can just imagine," Nick nodded. "Want to go visit her after the shift?"
"Sure," Sara replied. "Hey, this is a new side of you," she teased as they entered the break room. She got a cup and let Nick pour some coffee in it.
"What does that supposed to mean?" Nick asked.
"You just don't seem to be, well, the type who hangs around with kids," Sara explained, sitting opposite Nick.
"Hey, I bet I know more about kids than you do," Nick countered. "I happen to be my neices' and nephews' favorite babysitter."
Sara scoffed. "I have to see that first," she said. "I -" she started to say but was interrupted by Brass' entry into the break room. "Hey Brass."
Brass nodded, and asked, "Where's Gil?"
"He's spending the night at the hospital," Nick said. "Lindsey's got appendicitis and he's keeping Catherine company."
"So who's in charge here?"
"I am."
Both Brass and Sara looked at Nick in surprise. "I swear, Grissom told me," Nick said defensively.
"Well, then, you have another case," Brass said. "Body found on the sidewalk beside the Arabica coffee shop. The place closed at midnight, and the manager was leaving when he noticed that there was a man lying on the sidewalk. Thought he was a homeless man spending the night there. He was going to leave the man there, but then he noticed a pool of blood surrounding the head. That's when he called 911."
"Okay, I'm going there," Nick said. "I'll go get Warrick."
"Hey, wait a second, Nick," Sara interjected. "I'm not doing anything, why don't I go with you instead?"
"You're not tired?" Nick asked doubtfully, although he already knew what Sara would reply.
"I am, but you've seen me work in worse states before," Sara said. "Besides, Warrick isn't done yet."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Nick agreed. "Fine, let's go."
Sara beamed at him. "Thanks, Nick."
Brass looked at them and shook his head. He just don't get why Sara would thank Nick for giving her another job for that shift when she's obviously tired. And from the look on Nick's face, Brass was willing to bet that the younger man felt quite the same way.