Title: Silence
By: Crime Scene Investigator
Feedback: PLEASE csi51702@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own them. someone with a lot more talent, money and power does. But hey, I can dream right?
****Dear Readers: Thank you for the reviews, I am thrilled to know my writing is being somewhat enjoyed. As I said this is my first attempt and I hope I can keep it up. For someone who tries to write I'm terrible at grammar but I will take note of the reviews and probably have someone else read it before being posted in the future.****
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Chapter 2: Something's Different -----------------------------------------
"No complaining guys; you lost fair and square. And make sure you get it from D'Angeleo's, they're the best." Catherine said as she took a seat in the chair directly across from her supervisor.
"Come on Nick lets go before they tell us we can't get one with pineapple on it."
"Sorry Warrick, you're on your own with that one. I'm a carnivore. I like the meat lovers." Nick Stokes told his friend as he grabbed his jacket and the keys to the Tahoe.
"Sara can you do me a favor?" Catherine asked keeping her eyes still half on Grissom. "Run down and grab a folder for me that I left with Gregg this morning? He should be done with it."
"No problem Cath, I'll be right back." Sara headed out the door wondering what was really going on. Gregg would be coming down in a few minutes and could certainly bring the folder with him. Apparently, Grissom wasn't going to be the only one acting a bit strange tonight.
Back in the prints lab Gil Grissom was also curious what his fellow CSI was up to.
"Catherine, Gregg will be coming up in soon you could have just called and asked him to bring it with him. Sara has quite a few cases to go over down here herself."
"I know Gil, but I wanted to talk to you. What's going on with you lately? You're more distant then usual and you've been kind of distracted. Something you want to talk about?"
"I appreciate your concern Catherine but no, I'm fine. I've just been preoccupied with thought lately. You know how it is when it gets slow around here, the mind wanders."
"OK, if you say so. But when you decide you want to talk about whatever it is that's going on you know where to find me."
"Thank you again but really it's nothing. Why don't you get started, I had Jessie sort all the cases before she left this morning, yours are on the counter by the window." Grissom said as he returned his attention back to his own stack of cases.
Catherine stood looking at her boss a few seconds longer then turned and walked across the room and settled down in front of her work for the evening.
Grissom had wondered when someone was going to confront him about his behavior over the past few weeks. His team was highly trained to notice discrepancies and strange behavior in absolute strangers; of course they would notice changes in him. He figured Catherine would be the first to say something; she was always the most direct with him. She never worried about stepping on his toes; they had known each other many years even before Grissom had become the night shift supervisor. They had been through a lot as friends over those years, but they still didn't know everything about each other and Grissom wasn't sure this was something Catherine needed to know quite yet. It seemed she knew him well enough to not give him the option of keeping it private though.
As they sat there working on their reports Sara Sidle walked back in with Catherine's folder in hand. "Griss, Gregg said to tell you he won't be down for a while; he's having some trouble with the blood samples from the hit and run."
"What kind of trouble? DNA and TOX are simple tests to run; I think Gregg needs to focus on his work a bit more then on his music."
"Sorry boss, just don't shoot the messenger ok." Sara said as she settled behind a stack of paperwork with her name on it. 'Between this paperwork and his bad mood this is gonna be one long night," Sara thought as she pulled out her first case.
The three CSI's sat in relative silence for the first half hour; each going over their paper work highlighting and marking corrections to be made. It was the easiest way to go about it; go through each file, mark what was wrong, then go through again and make the corrections; that way they weren't' spending too much time on any one case. Staring at a file for too long causes you to start notice things about the case, and then you start to questions things. This is not what they were here to work on. The investigative portion of these cases was finished. The only changes to be made now were typos and grammar. This method worked best to prevent the accusation of changing files each CSI had the original marked with changes needed, and the new copy with the changes. Any appearance if tampering could be easily squashed by producing the original.
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Meanwhile CSI's Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown were headed towards D'Angelo's Pizzeria about 10 blocks away.
"You see what I'm talking about Warrick? Something's up with Grissom. Did you see him in there? It was like he didn't even understand what Catherine was saying to him!"
"Come on man, you know how Griss is. He was probably solving a logic problem in his head or something." Warrick answered as he pulled the Tahoe into D'Angelo's parking lot.
"I don't' know man something's up with him." Nick said as they exited the vehicle.
"Let it go Nick! If Grissom has something going on, he'll tell us if we need to know. He hasn't' told us so we obviously don't need to know. Let's just get the pizza and get back ok?"
Convinced his friend was going to be of no help in his mission to find out Grissom's secret Nick gave in and dropped the subject. They picked up their food, a few sodas and a bag of pretzels for later in the evening and headed back to the office and their awaiting paperwork.
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"Brain food has arrived!!" Nick announced as he entered the lab and sat the pizza on the first available counter.
"Thank god! If I don't get away from these files for a few minutes my eyes are gonna pop out of my head!" Catherine said as she backed away from the table and headed for the food.
Everyone left what they were working on and grabbed some pizza to distract them from the task at hand.
"Uh. sorry to interrupt," Gregg said as he entered the room, "Sara? You have a minute to come down to the lab?"
"Sure Gregg, what's up?" Sara said following him out the door with pizza in hand.
"Those blood samples you gave me, I ran DNA and TOX, and I have good news and bad news for you."
"Ok, what's the good news?"
"I know who drank the bourbon."
"Ok. So what's the bad news?" Sara asked, taking another bite of her pizza.
"Both of your guys drank it and what's even stranger is that one of them had very high levels of estrogen in his blood." "Actually that's not that strange because one of my 'guys' was a woman, the victim; which at least tells me we're looking for a man as the assailant. Good job Gregg. I don't really see any bad news here." Sara said walking besides Gregg.
"The bad news is that your victim isn't a woman Sara. Both blood samples you gave me came form men."
"Ok well the victim I saw was definitely a woman. Maybe my hit-and-run isn't just a hi-and-run after all." Sara contemplated as she looked over the test results Gregg handed her.
"What makes you say that?" Gregg, ever curious, asked.
"Two people sharing a drink, one looks like a woman but is really a guy, she/he is dead and the other guys missing.? Sounds like someone might have let her boyfriend in on a little secret and he got mad."
"Cool." Was all Gregg could manage.
Shaking her head slightly at her colleagues response, " Thanks Gregg, I'm gonna go see how Doc's doing on the autopsy and then get Grissom and Katherine's take on this." Sara turned and headed down the corridor in the direction of the morgue.
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*** Hi readers! I know there isn't much on Grissom in this chapter but since this is my first fic It want to play around and see where I can go with this. Think I'm going for too much, or headed in the right direction? I really appreciate the reviews they're incredibly encouraging and more helpful then you probably think. I'm working on the grammar but sorry for any flubs that are still there. ***
By: Crime Scene Investigator
Feedback: PLEASE csi51702@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own them. someone with a lot more talent, money and power does. But hey, I can dream right?
****Dear Readers: Thank you for the reviews, I am thrilled to know my writing is being somewhat enjoyed. As I said this is my first attempt and I hope I can keep it up. For someone who tries to write I'm terrible at grammar but I will take note of the reviews and probably have someone else read it before being posted in the future.****
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Chapter 2: Something's Different -----------------------------------------
"No complaining guys; you lost fair and square. And make sure you get it from D'Angeleo's, they're the best." Catherine said as she took a seat in the chair directly across from her supervisor.
"Come on Nick lets go before they tell us we can't get one with pineapple on it."
"Sorry Warrick, you're on your own with that one. I'm a carnivore. I like the meat lovers." Nick Stokes told his friend as he grabbed his jacket and the keys to the Tahoe.
"Sara can you do me a favor?" Catherine asked keeping her eyes still half on Grissom. "Run down and grab a folder for me that I left with Gregg this morning? He should be done with it."
"No problem Cath, I'll be right back." Sara headed out the door wondering what was really going on. Gregg would be coming down in a few minutes and could certainly bring the folder with him. Apparently, Grissom wasn't going to be the only one acting a bit strange tonight.
Back in the prints lab Gil Grissom was also curious what his fellow CSI was up to.
"Catherine, Gregg will be coming up in soon you could have just called and asked him to bring it with him. Sara has quite a few cases to go over down here herself."
"I know Gil, but I wanted to talk to you. What's going on with you lately? You're more distant then usual and you've been kind of distracted. Something you want to talk about?"
"I appreciate your concern Catherine but no, I'm fine. I've just been preoccupied with thought lately. You know how it is when it gets slow around here, the mind wanders."
"OK, if you say so. But when you decide you want to talk about whatever it is that's going on you know where to find me."
"Thank you again but really it's nothing. Why don't you get started, I had Jessie sort all the cases before she left this morning, yours are on the counter by the window." Grissom said as he returned his attention back to his own stack of cases.
Catherine stood looking at her boss a few seconds longer then turned and walked across the room and settled down in front of her work for the evening.
Grissom had wondered when someone was going to confront him about his behavior over the past few weeks. His team was highly trained to notice discrepancies and strange behavior in absolute strangers; of course they would notice changes in him. He figured Catherine would be the first to say something; she was always the most direct with him. She never worried about stepping on his toes; they had known each other many years even before Grissom had become the night shift supervisor. They had been through a lot as friends over those years, but they still didn't know everything about each other and Grissom wasn't sure this was something Catherine needed to know quite yet. It seemed she knew him well enough to not give him the option of keeping it private though.
As they sat there working on their reports Sara Sidle walked back in with Catherine's folder in hand. "Griss, Gregg said to tell you he won't be down for a while; he's having some trouble with the blood samples from the hit and run."
"What kind of trouble? DNA and TOX are simple tests to run; I think Gregg needs to focus on his work a bit more then on his music."
"Sorry boss, just don't shoot the messenger ok." Sara said as she settled behind a stack of paperwork with her name on it. 'Between this paperwork and his bad mood this is gonna be one long night," Sara thought as she pulled out her first case.
The three CSI's sat in relative silence for the first half hour; each going over their paper work highlighting and marking corrections to be made. It was the easiest way to go about it; go through each file, mark what was wrong, then go through again and make the corrections; that way they weren't' spending too much time on any one case. Staring at a file for too long causes you to start notice things about the case, and then you start to questions things. This is not what they were here to work on. The investigative portion of these cases was finished. The only changes to be made now were typos and grammar. This method worked best to prevent the accusation of changing files each CSI had the original marked with changes needed, and the new copy with the changes. Any appearance if tampering could be easily squashed by producing the original.
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Meanwhile CSI's Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown were headed towards D'Angelo's Pizzeria about 10 blocks away.
"You see what I'm talking about Warrick? Something's up with Grissom. Did you see him in there? It was like he didn't even understand what Catherine was saying to him!"
"Come on man, you know how Griss is. He was probably solving a logic problem in his head or something." Warrick answered as he pulled the Tahoe into D'Angelo's parking lot.
"I don't' know man something's up with him." Nick said as they exited the vehicle.
"Let it go Nick! If Grissom has something going on, he'll tell us if we need to know. He hasn't' told us so we obviously don't need to know. Let's just get the pizza and get back ok?"
Convinced his friend was going to be of no help in his mission to find out Grissom's secret Nick gave in and dropped the subject. They picked up their food, a few sodas and a bag of pretzels for later in the evening and headed back to the office and their awaiting paperwork.
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"Brain food has arrived!!" Nick announced as he entered the lab and sat the pizza on the first available counter.
"Thank god! If I don't get away from these files for a few minutes my eyes are gonna pop out of my head!" Catherine said as she backed away from the table and headed for the food.
Everyone left what they were working on and grabbed some pizza to distract them from the task at hand.
"Uh. sorry to interrupt," Gregg said as he entered the room, "Sara? You have a minute to come down to the lab?"
"Sure Gregg, what's up?" Sara said following him out the door with pizza in hand.
"Those blood samples you gave me, I ran DNA and TOX, and I have good news and bad news for you."
"Ok, what's the good news?"
"I know who drank the bourbon."
"Ok. So what's the bad news?" Sara asked, taking another bite of her pizza.
"Both of your guys drank it and what's even stranger is that one of them had very high levels of estrogen in his blood." "Actually that's not that strange because one of my 'guys' was a woman, the victim; which at least tells me we're looking for a man as the assailant. Good job Gregg. I don't really see any bad news here." Sara said walking besides Gregg.
"The bad news is that your victim isn't a woman Sara. Both blood samples you gave me came form men."
"Ok well the victim I saw was definitely a woman. Maybe my hit-and-run isn't just a hi-and-run after all." Sara contemplated as she looked over the test results Gregg handed her.
"What makes you say that?" Gregg, ever curious, asked.
"Two people sharing a drink, one looks like a woman but is really a guy, she/he is dead and the other guys missing.? Sounds like someone might have let her boyfriend in on a little secret and he got mad."
"Cool." Was all Gregg could manage.
Shaking her head slightly at her colleagues response, " Thanks Gregg, I'm gonna go see how Doc's doing on the autopsy and then get Grissom and Katherine's take on this." Sara turned and headed down the corridor in the direction of the morgue.
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*** Hi readers! I know there isn't much on Grissom in this chapter but since this is my first fic It want to play around and see where I can go with this. Think I'm going for too much, or headed in the right direction? I really appreciate the reviews they're incredibly encouraging and more helpful then you probably think. I'm working on the grammar but sorry for any flubs that are still there. ***