A/N: I'm sorry that it took me this long to update, I've been kind of busy. :) Oh, and I'm sorry about the fact that I spelt Sara's name wrong, I still can't believe that I did that! Anyways, thanks for the reviews, they were really great. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from CSI; even though I wish that I did.
Warrick knocked on the doorframe as he stuck his head into the dim office. "Hey Grissom, we're calling a meeting."
"Sure, I'll be right there." Grissom looked up from the file case that lay open on his desk and stood up. As an after thought, he tucked the file under his arm and walked into the briefing room.
"Whoa." Grissom's gaze was greeted by four more. "Why was I the last one told about this meeting?" He shook his head as if dismissing the question. "What's the meeting for?"
"I'm sure that you're all aware of the fact that Lindsey is in Girl Scouts." Catherine said seriously. "At the last meeting, each girl was assigned a flat of cookies to sell. The boxes are two dollars, I'm assuming that you're all going to buy at least one box each."
"Yes Sir." Nick saluted jokingly.
"I think it's time that we move on to a more serious matter." Sara leaned foreword and placed her elbows on the table, folding her hands in front of her. "As you may have heard; Greg has been collecting my DNA through hair samples. He intends to use these to create a clone of me to do his bidding. Now this has got to come to an end before someone gets hurt. Namely Greg."
"Ha ha. Very funny." Grissom smiled slightly as Sara playfully punched her fist into the palm of her hand. "Now really, why did you call this meeting?"
"Things have been going pretty slow lately and we were wondering if you could use our extra help on the carnival case." Warrick said.
After a nod from Sara, Grissom agreed. "All right, it couldn't hurt to have the extra help."
"And please keep an eye on Greg." Sara said as she stood up. "He's been really quiet and preoccupied lately. It worries the heck out of me."
'Silly Sara, Greg's not really all that bad.' Grissom thought to himself as he rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. 'Then again….'
Greg stood in front of him with safety gloves on, blowtorch in hand and safety goggles loosely framing his brown eyes. "Hey Grissom!" Greg switched into a 'tough guy' stance. "Wanna play extreme tiddly winks?"
Grissom glanced the young man up and down before shaking his head. "No."
"You're no fun." Greg pouted before scuffing back into the lab.
Grissom continued on his way to his office, grabbing a mug of coffee on his way. He spent the next few minutes talking to his tarantula as he fed his various insects and sipped his steaming coffee. After setting his now empty mug on a conveniently out of the way shelf, Grissom sat at his desk and poured over the open case file in front of him once more, hoping to find some previously over looked clue.