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Joyful Readings

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"But I want a dead body." Sara Sidle clearly stated. She then folded her arms across her chest and leaned back on the couch. She was not happy with this assignment.

Gil Grissom was not in the mood for this banter with her. It had already been a long shift, and two new cases had just come in. "Fine. You get dibs on the next body then."

"But I want this one."

Grissom sighed, "Sara, I want you on this case with Nicky. It's a robbery over on East Hamos. It should be quick and easy and then you can come and help me." He was hoping that that would lighten her mood. Grissom so far had tried everything to get Sara to lighten up, but lately she had just been snappy and reserved. He wanted to accredit her mood to all of the heavy cases that had suddenly come in, but he just wasn't sure. Maybe giving her the chance to work two cases, and one with him, would get her to easy back a little.

"Every time you say that a case is going to be easy, I end up using all of my overtime for the month." Sara stood up and waltzed out of the room without another look back. She practically grabbed Nick Stokes by the collar in the hallway and dragged him out towards where the car was parked. She was going to make this quick even if it killed her in the process.

"Oh that was smooth." Catherine Willows commented from over at the coffee pot that was acting up again. Sara and Grissom had been going on like this for a while now. Neither of them seemed to be in the best of moods, especially around each other. "I would have been happy to take that for her. I could use a quick case. You know, Lindsay isn't getting any younger."

"Well, I'm sorry then. Besides, you are good with blood and Sara is good with materials."

"So this is a confirmed 419?"

"I'm guessing. Brass just said he would be over here in a minuet."

Catherine took her cup and headed for the door, "Well, I'm going to go and grab my coat. I'll meet you outside in a few." She said and turned out of the room.

Grissom left the break room himself and headed for his office. He could feel a migraine coming on and shift wasn't even half over. He sat down at his desk and opened the top drawer. The medication he had been taking needed to be refilled, but that can wait for another day he thought as he popped two pills into his mouth.

"I've got just what will make that go away." Jim Brass called from the doorway.

"Unless you are going to tell me that you have a roach convention in Florida with my name down on the guest list, nothing is going to help."

"I didn't think you liked Florida." Brass said with a laugh.

"I don't." Grissom replied narrowing his eyes through his glasses at Brass, "Now, can we get on with the case? I want to get this shift over with and get home."

"Not with this case you won't; dead body over at the university. It's one of the football players. He went up for a pass and came down dead."

Grissom groaned, "This is going to be high profile then. The crowd must have gone into a frenzy."

"They did."

The two men sat there for a moment staring at each other. "Well, aren't we going to go?" Grissom finally asked. "The body has probably already been moved. Let's not let anything else happen to him."

"Grissom, I've got a proposal for you."

"A what?" He stared at the detective for a moment and removed his glasses from his face. "A proposal?"

"There is this intern in day shift who I would love to try out in the field." Brass finally said, and seeing the confusion on Grissom's face he continued. "Don't worry, I've cleared the whole thing with the DA. He said it's okay considering the circumstances."

"What circumstances? And he's from day shift, shouldn't Eckley deal with this sort of thing?" Grissom was in no mood to have an intern tagging along with him. He could clearly remember the time Greg Sanders was out in the field, and this intern wasn't even on the payroll for CSI yet.

"Eckley won't let her. I guess he holds some sort of grudge. She supposedly cracked two dead cases wide open because of evidence that Eckley overlooked. He now won't let her near anything. You know Eckley and his pride."

Gil had to laugh at this. Way to go intern. If he couldn't make Eckley look bad, someone else might as well. "But still, what other circumstances?"

"She's at the football game now. She's the one that called it in and supposedly has tried to keep everyone away from the body. Also, she's a student at UNLV and probably has some connections. I have a feeling that this guy wasn't just struck with a hard pass."

"Gentlemen, it is better to have died as a small boy than to fumble this football." Grissom said, "John Heisman."

"You and your quotes. Do you ever get out of the house?" Brass asked standing up and walking towards the door.

"I'm going to a game now, aren't I?" Grissom grabbed his coat and went to go find Catherine.