"Greg!" Nick called, walking into Greg's work station. Greg spun around on
his stool and faced Nick, who shoved a clear, Ziploc-type bag in his face.
It contained a hair fiber from the scene. "Process this ASAP and compare it
to all these." Nick then dumped 14 more bags onto the table, each
containing a hair from each victim. "If you get a match, I don't care. If
it comes up unidentified, page me." With that, he turned on his heel and
left, leaving a bewildered Greg a tad confused, but he got the just of it.
As Nick stormed out of Greg's station, he almost collided into his fellow colleague, Kristin, who had come in to shift a bit late. She threw her hands up as if she was surrendering to him as he flew past. "Geez, Nick, where's the fire?" she asked, her blue eyes stating a look of confusion.
He turned and glared at her. "You would know if you showed up to shift on time." He snapped.
Kristin returned the same attitude, accompanied by an explanation. "I got into an accident on the way here. My Tahoe is trashed. I called Grissom and told him I would be late. Get off my back."
Nick approached her. "Look, we don't have time for our banter. Fourteen kids were found dead off the highway and we can't waste anytime with this. I'm going back to the scene. Meet me out front in five."
Kristin immediately switched into serious mode as she heard this. She nodded as she ran a hand through her short, brown hair. "Got it. Be right there." They went opposite directions, Kristin to the locker room and Nick to the parking lot. After Kristin pulled her windbreaker over her small frame, she grabbed her field kit and walked the corridors.
"Hey Kris!" Greg said, poking his head out of his station. Kristin stopped and turned to him.
"Yeah, Greg?"
The analyst leaned against the door frame. "You got tickets to Dashboard Confessional yet?"
Kristin rolled her eyes. "Don't rub it in."
"Well." he teased, reaching into this lab coat pocket and pulling out two tickets. He waved them from side to side. "Two of my friends couldn't go, and I hate wasting these tickets to some freaks outside of the arena, so if you can find a date-"
Kristin snatched the tickets from his hand and gave him a hug. "Oh my god, Greg! Thank you so much!"
Greg laughed as he let her go. "Well, I know that this'll put some points in my column so I know you'd appreciate it."
"Laurie's going right?" she asked, referring to another team member and one of her great friends, who in fact dated Greg.
"Dude, she almost ruptured my eardrum when I told her I was taking her."
Kristin laughed. "Well, thanks again and I'm sure I'll find somebody to take. In the meantime, I'll see you later, probably with a cranky Nick on my tail." She started down the hall.
"You know you want him," Greg said.
Kristin turned her head and smirked. "Yeah, I do."
Greg stared at her as she turned around and walked away, completely confused as to if she was either joking or being totally serious about his statement. He walked back to his station, pondering the conversation as he began on Nick's fibers.
As Nick stormed out of Greg's station, he almost collided into his fellow colleague, Kristin, who had come in to shift a bit late. She threw her hands up as if she was surrendering to him as he flew past. "Geez, Nick, where's the fire?" she asked, her blue eyes stating a look of confusion.
He turned and glared at her. "You would know if you showed up to shift on time." He snapped.
Kristin returned the same attitude, accompanied by an explanation. "I got into an accident on the way here. My Tahoe is trashed. I called Grissom and told him I would be late. Get off my back."
Nick approached her. "Look, we don't have time for our banter. Fourteen kids were found dead off the highway and we can't waste anytime with this. I'm going back to the scene. Meet me out front in five."
Kristin immediately switched into serious mode as she heard this. She nodded as she ran a hand through her short, brown hair. "Got it. Be right there." They went opposite directions, Kristin to the locker room and Nick to the parking lot. After Kristin pulled her windbreaker over her small frame, she grabbed her field kit and walked the corridors.
"Hey Kris!" Greg said, poking his head out of his station. Kristin stopped and turned to him.
"Yeah, Greg?"
The analyst leaned against the door frame. "You got tickets to Dashboard Confessional yet?"
Kristin rolled her eyes. "Don't rub it in."
"Well." he teased, reaching into this lab coat pocket and pulling out two tickets. He waved them from side to side. "Two of my friends couldn't go, and I hate wasting these tickets to some freaks outside of the arena, so if you can find a date-"
Kristin snatched the tickets from his hand and gave him a hug. "Oh my god, Greg! Thank you so much!"
Greg laughed as he let her go. "Well, I know that this'll put some points in my column so I know you'd appreciate it."
"Laurie's going right?" she asked, referring to another team member and one of her great friends, who in fact dated Greg.
"Dude, she almost ruptured my eardrum when I told her I was taking her."
Kristin laughed. "Well, thanks again and I'm sure I'll find somebody to take. In the meantime, I'll see you later, probably with a cranky Nick on my tail." She started down the hall.
"You know you want him," Greg said.
Kristin turned her head and smirked. "Yeah, I do."
Greg stared at her as she turned around and walked away, completely confused as to if she was either joking or being totally serious about his statement. He walked back to his station, pondering the conversation as he began on Nick's fibers.
