Don't fret, don't fret….G/S stuff is coming….

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Warrick didn't mind a quiet lab especially after the night he had just had. He had been one of those "all stars" in college and it made him realize how quickly life is yanked away from all of us. He sat on the couch in the break room with his eyes closed trying to act invisible. He knew any second someone would come barging in complaining and going on about how long the night had already been and about how there were still a few hours left in shift. Warrick had a feeling he would be using some of his overtime tonight.

He could feel the sleep that he had neglected recently creeping up over him. He so badly wanted just fifteen minuets, but the last thing he wanted was for Grissom to walk in and see him snoring like a baby. Warrick knew that he was not going to get any sleep tonight, and decided that coffee was the best substitute for that. He opened his eyes and noticed that there was someone else in the break room that he didn't at first recognize. He squinted for a moment as he vision cleared and he remembered that Jenny the-inter-Brass-was-trying-to-scare was still with them. As if she knew that Warrick was looking at her, she turned.

"Pleasant dreams?" she asked.

"No." he responded dryly.

"Erm, I just have a question," Jenny didn't wait to see if Warrick was going to allow her to ask the question or not. She just kept on talking. "Do you stay up all night, every night? I know this is the graveyard shift, so…. does that mean you all catch your Z's during the day?"

Warrick was feeling a little bid groggy from standing up so quick, and mumbled something to Jenny that even he didn't understand.  She nodded like she understood and went back to looking at her magazine at the table.

After Warrick had regained most of his conscious with the coffee, he went and sat down next to Jenny at the table. "I don't think I answered your question." He said feeling a little sheepishly that he had just kind of brushed her off.

"Oh, no harm done. Just always smile and nod like you know what's going on."  She said not even looking up from what she was reading. Warrick tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind. Instead he sat there sipping his coffee as Jenny continued to read. He was surprised that she didn't seem tired.

About ten minutes passed and then Catherine came strolling in to the room and grabbed herself a cup of coffee. "Autopsy at twelve thirty." She said to Warrick and went and sat down on the couch. "And I dropped the evidence off with Greg. He should be paging you soon." She took a sip of her coffee.

"Autopsy?" Jenny said glancing up from her magazine. "Can I come?"

Catherine nearly spit her coffee out all over herself. "You want to come?"

"Can I?" she asked like an excited kid. "I've always wanted to go. Dissecting a cat in anatomy is just not the same."

"Sure…." Catherine said with a worried voice. "I think I could get you in there if you really want." She could only pray that Jenny changed her mind before hand. Catherine could remember her first autopsy and she nearly fainted.

Jenny smiled at her, and then dug her nose back into what she was reading.

Moments later, Catherine's buzzer went off and she looked down at it. "Warrick, it's Greg. Do you want to go for me? And if you see Grissom tell him I want to talk to him."

Warrick stood up from the table and Jenny looked up at him. "Can I come for that too?"

Catherine was amazed at the young intern's eagerness to throw her self into the job. "It looks like we've got another Sara on our hands." She said to Warrick as he and Jenny left the room for Greg's lab.

Warrick and Jenny walked in silence down to where Greg was stationed. You could hear his loud rock music before you actually saw him rocking to it. Warrick slowly meandered down, while Jenny kind of bounced behind him. She was going to be great on the graveyard shift if she always showed this much energy.

With pushing open the door to Greg's lab, his loud music escaped into the hall, and immediately Warrick made a move for the boom box. Greg hadn't even noticed they had come in, but her certainly did when his music stopped blaring.

"Hey!" he called and spun around in his chair. He looked first at Warrick, and then at Jenny standing next to him. "Sparkie? Is it really you?" he asked glancing at her.

"Hi Greg." Jenny mumbled back and stuck her hands in her pockets.

"Are you giving every one pet names now Greg?" Warrick asked rolling his eyes and walking over to where Greg was seated. Jenny stayed right where she was.

"No, she earned the name Sparkie. Didn't she tell you what she tried to do in here?" Greg asked as he began to shuffle through all of the papers he had on his desk looking for the ones Warrick wanted.

"What did you try to do?" Warrick called over his shoulder to Jenny who had still not budged.

"It was an accident." She mumbled.

"She tried to burn my lab down." Greg said in a perky voice.

"It was an accident."  Jenny called again.

"Eckley didn't see it as one when he came running in here, fire extinguishers drawn." Greg laughed at the memory of him doing that.

"What did you do exactly?" Warrick asked, now needing to know how this went down.

"I tripped OK?" Jenny said sternly now walking over to where the two guys were laughing their heads off. "But it's your fault that the spark protector was lying in the middle of the floor." she said pointing a finger at Greg who was still laughing. "I wouldn't have tripped and spilled that strange fluid…. and then hit the hot plate….if you had just been more careful!"

"It's ok kid," Warrick said putting his arm around Jenny's shoulder. "Catherine blew up the lab once if it makes you feel any better."

"She did?" Jenny asked noticing that Greg had suddenly gotten very quiet and went back to shifting through papers.

"Yah, but I wouldn't bring it up out of the blue. She gets kind of touchy on that subject…. But Greg, do you have our results?"

"Of course! A labrat never sleeps." He said seeming to brighten right up at the change of the subject. "What do you want first? Evidence number one…" Greg said motioning to a microscope, "Or evidence number two?"

Warrick made his way over to the microscope and peered in. there was about five red fibers in there that had come from Josh's shirt. "Gotta love some of these car companies." Greg was saying to Jenny. "They think that by getting rare fibers for their seat covers will make the car a whole lot more special. Well to me, it just pinpoints the car a whole lot quicker. They come from a Mustang, I can't figure out the year though."

"I know someone who own a Mustang." Jenny said as if she was thinking to herself.

"Well, go get 'em Sparkie!" Greg said pretending to throw something for her to retrieve.

"What's the other stuff you have for us?" Warrick asked coming back to where the two of them were standing.

"Well the stuff from under his fingernails? I ran it though DNA and it came back negative."

"It's not human then?"

"Nope. Sorry."

"So what is it then?"

"I don't know, if you'd get out of my lab and stop pestering me maybe I could find out." Greg said turning back to his work. "You can stay if you want Sparkie." He flashed her one of his big smiles.

Jenny threw him a nasty look and left the lab with Warrick.