Catherine and Grissom made their way to Grissom's office. Catherine closed
the door behind them.
Grissom turned and looked at her quizzically, "Catherine, what is so
important that I couldn't get a cup of coffee first?"
She gave him a half smile, "Sorry, Gil, you need to cut down on caffeine anyway."
He rolled his eyes slightly.
"Ok, here it is. I don't know if you're aware of it or not, but without Greg doing a little independent thinking here, we probably wouldn't even have a suspect at this point. I think you should think about talking to him about becoming a CSI, or at the very least, giving him a raise or a bonus or something." Catherine explained.
Grissom lowered his glasses for a moment, "I'm aware of what he did, Catherine. Nick made a point to tell me. And I have noticed that he tends to take initiative. But working in the lab and working in the field are two different things."
Catherine crossed her arms in front of her, "Preaching to the choir, Grissom."
He raised his hand for a moment, "Just hear me out. I'm not questioning your ability to assess people here. I just think that maybe putting him in a few situations in the field before training him to be a CSI would be a good idea."
Catherine grinned slightly, "So, you're not going to fight me on this?"
Grissom smiled, "You have good instincts and I trust them, but I also don't want to lose the best lab person I have either."
A serious expression crossed Catherine's face, "You have a good point there, Gil. But I do think that Greg deserves some sort of recognition for going above and beyond here. Without his actions, we might have had to put this case on hold. As it is, Brass has a warrant out for Victor Hernandez."
Grissom's expression changed to a quizzical one, "Catherine, since when are you so interested in Greg's well being?"
Catherine raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Since he brings the best coffee into this place and manages to keep it hidden from Ecklie and the rest of day shift."
"Ok, I'll figure something out. I'll at least talk to him and see if he'd even be interested in training to be a CSI. Speaking of that coffee." With that he opened his office door and gestured toward the hallway toward the break room.
Catherine walked through the door, "Ok, but you really should cut down on the caffeine."
They made their way back to the break room and joined the rest of the group. Greg still had a slightly shell shocked expression on his face. Nick and Sara looked like the cat that swallowed the canary and Warrick just sat there and chuckled.
Grissom took in the faces around the room, "Anyone want to clue me in on the joke?"
"No joke, Gris." Nick replied, taking another sip from his coffee.
Grissom had just poured himself a cup of coffee and was about to take a sip when Greg looked up at him and stuttered, "Sara kissed Nick."
Grissom's eyebrows shot up and he sat his coffee cup down and looked over at Sara with a quizzical expression.
Sara glanced at Nick and smiled smugly.
"Sara? Nick?" Grissom queried.
"Yeah, Gris." Sara replied, still smiling.
"Are you two dating?" Grissom asked.
Sara gave Nick a studied expression. He looked at her and smiled.
Sara looked back at Grissom, "We haven't discussed that."
Grissom looked over at Nick with an expression that seemed to demand an explanation.
Nick let out a deep breath. "I asked Sara on a date. She said yes. We're going out Saturday night since neither of us is scheduled to work. We haven't gotten beyond that." Nick explained. Nick looked around the room at the other faces with a slightly annoyed look on his face, "Are you all done sticking your noses into our personal life, or do you need a play by play?" His gaze rested on Warrick.
No one in the room looked at Nick except Sara who reached over and placed her hand on Nick's arm. He looked up at her and his expression softened. It suddenly dawned on the rest of the group how their prying must make Nick feel, especially after the Nigel Crane incident.
Catherine finally looked at Nick, "Nick, I am so sorry."
Nick's face betrayed a myriad of emotions, "Excuse me." He said softly and rushed out of the room.
Sara stood there dumbfounded. She looked around the room and then without saying a word, followed after Nick who had headed up to the roof to be alone.
She gave him a half smile, "Sorry, Gil, you need to cut down on caffeine anyway."
He rolled his eyes slightly.
"Ok, here it is. I don't know if you're aware of it or not, but without Greg doing a little independent thinking here, we probably wouldn't even have a suspect at this point. I think you should think about talking to him about becoming a CSI, or at the very least, giving him a raise or a bonus or something." Catherine explained.
Grissom lowered his glasses for a moment, "I'm aware of what he did, Catherine. Nick made a point to tell me. And I have noticed that he tends to take initiative. But working in the lab and working in the field are two different things."
Catherine crossed her arms in front of her, "Preaching to the choir, Grissom."
He raised his hand for a moment, "Just hear me out. I'm not questioning your ability to assess people here. I just think that maybe putting him in a few situations in the field before training him to be a CSI would be a good idea."
Catherine grinned slightly, "So, you're not going to fight me on this?"
Grissom smiled, "You have good instincts and I trust them, but I also don't want to lose the best lab person I have either."
A serious expression crossed Catherine's face, "You have a good point there, Gil. But I do think that Greg deserves some sort of recognition for going above and beyond here. Without his actions, we might have had to put this case on hold. As it is, Brass has a warrant out for Victor Hernandez."
Grissom's expression changed to a quizzical one, "Catherine, since when are you so interested in Greg's well being?"
Catherine raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Since he brings the best coffee into this place and manages to keep it hidden from Ecklie and the rest of day shift."
"Ok, I'll figure something out. I'll at least talk to him and see if he'd even be interested in training to be a CSI. Speaking of that coffee." With that he opened his office door and gestured toward the hallway toward the break room.
Catherine walked through the door, "Ok, but you really should cut down on the caffeine."
They made their way back to the break room and joined the rest of the group. Greg still had a slightly shell shocked expression on his face. Nick and Sara looked like the cat that swallowed the canary and Warrick just sat there and chuckled.
Grissom took in the faces around the room, "Anyone want to clue me in on the joke?"
"No joke, Gris." Nick replied, taking another sip from his coffee.
Grissom had just poured himself a cup of coffee and was about to take a sip when Greg looked up at him and stuttered, "Sara kissed Nick."
Grissom's eyebrows shot up and he sat his coffee cup down and looked over at Sara with a quizzical expression.
Sara glanced at Nick and smiled smugly.
"Sara? Nick?" Grissom queried.
"Yeah, Gris." Sara replied, still smiling.
"Are you two dating?" Grissom asked.
Sara gave Nick a studied expression. He looked at her and smiled.
Sara looked back at Grissom, "We haven't discussed that."
Grissom looked over at Nick with an expression that seemed to demand an explanation.
Nick let out a deep breath. "I asked Sara on a date. She said yes. We're going out Saturday night since neither of us is scheduled to work. We haven't gotten beyond that." Nick explained. Nick looked around the room at the other faces with a slightly annoyed look on his face, "Are you all done sticking your noses into our personal life, or do you need a play by play?" His gaze rested on Warrick.
No one in the room looked at Nick except Sara who reached over and placed her hand on Nick's arm. He looked up at her and his expression softened. It suddenly dawned on the rest of the group how their prying must make Nick feel, especially after the Nigel Crane incident.
Catherine finally looked at Nick, "Nick, I am so sorry."
Nick's face betrayed a myriad of emotions, "Excuse me." He said softly and rushed out of the room.
Sara stood there dumbfounded. She looked around the room and then without saying a word, followed after Nick who had headed up to the roof to be alone.
