An Attitude Adjustment
Greg couldn't believe what he saw as he walked into the lab. Hodges was reading a book. Here Nick's daughter was missing, and his ex-girlfriend was dead, and the jerk was sitting there like nothing was going on.
"What the hell are you doing?" Greg spat.
Hodges didn't even look up from his book as he replied, "Playing tennis."
He couldn't stand Greg Sanders. The little punk was always trying to outdo him. He could run circles around Sanders, hell he could out perform any CSI in the building if he was given a chance. But Grissom needed him too much in the lab, to make sure things were run properly.
Greg stood there glaring at Hodges then walked over and smacked the book out of his hand. Hodges jumped at the gesture. He was pissed.
"What is you problem, Sanders?"
It took everything Greg had not to strangle the bastard.
"I wanna know why you aren't processing the tire tracks from the Miller case."
"Gee, probably because I'm done" Hodges retorted smugly.
"And you didn't consider sharing the results?"
Hodges glanced at a file sitting on the counter.
"No one's asked for them. Besides I'll give them to Gil when I see him."
Greg was so enraged that without thinking kicked the stool out from under Hodges. Hodges fell forward onto the floor. Greg stalked out, grabbing the file on his way. Hodges scrambled to get to his feet. He went to the door and saw Greg halfway down the hallway.
Hodges yelled down the hall, "You'll pay for that, Sanders! Just wait until I tell Grissom, you'll be fired!"
Greg couldn't believe what he saw as he walked into the lab. Hodges was reading a book. Here Nick's daughter was missing, and his ex-girlfriend was dead, and the jerk was sitting there like nothing was going on.
"What the hell are you doing?" Greg spat.
Hodges didn't even look up from his book as he replied, "Playing tennis."
He couldn't stand Greg Sanders. The little punk was always trying to outdo him. He could run circles around Sanders, hell he could out perform any CSI in the building if he was given a chance. But Grissom needed him too much in the lab, to make sure things were run properly.
Greg stood there glaring at Hodges then walked over and smacked the book out of his hand. Hodges jumped at the gesture. He was pissed.
"What is you problem, Sanders?"
It took everything Greg had not to strangle the bastard.
"I wanna know why you aren't processing the tire tracks from the Miller case."
"Gee, probably because I'm done" Hodges retorted smugly.
"And you didn't consider sharing the results?"
Hodges glanced at a file sitting on the counter.
"No one's asked for them. Besides I'll give them to Gil when I see him."
Greg was so enraged that without thinking kicked the stool out from under Hodges. Hodges fell forward onto the floor. Greg stalked out, grabbing the file on his way. Hodges scrambled to get to his feet. He went to the door and saw Greg halfway down the hallway.
Hodges yelled down the hall, "You'll pay for that, Sanders! Just wait until I tell Grissom, you'll be fired!"
