Sara sighed and popped open a can of Pepsi, "Okay, so our vic.
had a large amount of aspirin in her system. But was that the cause of
death or a cover-up?"
"I don't know, I suppose that's our next order of business."
"Robbins said he didn't see anything else that could have been the cause, but he's still looking. Even so, did she commit suicide or did someone help?" Sara asked as Nick walked in.
"I dunno, what do you think?" he asked Melody.
"Do you even know what we are talking about?" Melody asked him.
"I have no clue!" he admitted as he grabbed his lunch from the fridge.
"How's that robbery?" Melody wondered grabbing a French Onion flavored Sun chip from Sara's bag.
"Not good," he admitted.
"Oh, really? Not as easy as you thought?"
"There's no evidence, I looked everywhere, at least once!"
"Did you get a list of old employees?" Melody asked.
"Huh? Oh, no. I forgot."
"Duh! That's the first place you should have look-" Melody was cut off by the loud ringing of her phone, "Excuse me." She stood up and walked to the far corner of the room.
"What song is that?" Nick asked.
"Conga, I think," Sara replied before pouting, "My phone won't let you download rings."
"Oh, too bad," he muttered sarcastically, "I can't believe I didn't get a list of disgruntled employees."
"Yeah well, that's why she's earning the medium-sized bucks!" Sara laughed as she watched Melody.
"How did you get this number?" She asked loudly. "Damn." she hung up the phone and turned it off.
"What was that all about?" Nick asked, concerned.
"Telemarketer," she mumbled before throwing the rest of her lunch away.
"What's wrong, you've hardly eaten. You're going to need your strength. I have a feeling we're pulling a double today," Nick complained, "That's all we ever do around here!"
"It's not like you have a life!" Sara countered.
"It's because-" Melody cut them off.
"I'm assuming you two are dating," she said, "You are having too much fun to be single!"
"Yeah, sort of. When we get a chance to date," Nick said as Grissom walked into the room.
"Hey, Nick."
"Oh, hey Gris, what's up?"
"How's that case?"
"Fine. Why?" he wondered.
"I need you to pull a double tonight. Try to solve it. I have another case for you."
"See what I told you? Grissom's a slave driver!" he complained.
"I heard that," Grissom popped his head back into the break room.
"Yeah, yeah. You hear everything!" he complained again. Grissom gave him a look before going back to his office.
"Not exactly," he muttered.
"Sara!"
"What?"
"The house! Now! I have a hunch," Melody explained. Sara grabbed her car keys and followed Melody to the SUV.
"I don't know, I suppose that's our next order of business."
"Robbins said he didn't see anything else that could have been the cause, but he's still looking. Even so, did she commit suicide or did someone help?" Sara asked as Nick walked in.
"I dunno, what do you think?" he asked Melody.
"Do you even know what we are talking about?" Melody asked him.
"I have no clue!" he admitted as he grabbed his lunch from the fridge.
"How's that robbery?" Melody wondered grabbing a French Onion flavored Sun chip from Sara's bag.
"Not good," he admitted.
"Oh, really? Not as easy as you thought?"
"There's no evidence, I looked everywhere, at least once!"
"Did you get a list of old employees?" Melody asked.
"Huh? Oh, no. I forgot."
"Duh! That's the first place you should have look-" Melody was cut off by the loud ringing of her phone, "Excuse me." She stood up and walked to the far corner of the room.
"What song is that?" Nick asked.
"Conga, I think," Sara replied before pouting, "My phone won't let you download rings."
"Oh, too bad," he muttered sarcastically, "I can't believe I didn't get a list of disgruntled employees."
"Yeah well, that's why she's earning the medium-sized bucks!" Sara laughed as she watched Melody.
"How did you get this number?" She asked loudly. "Damn." she hung up the phone and turned it off.
"What was that all about?" Nick asked, concerned.
"Telemarketer," she mumbled before throwing the rest of her lunch away.
"What's wrong, you've hardly eaten. You're going to need your strength. I have a feeling we're pulling a double today," Nick complained, "That's all we ever do around here!"
"It's not like you have a life!" Sara countered.
"It's because-" Melody cut them off.
"I'm assuming you two are dating," she said, "You are having too much fun to be single!"
"Yeah, sort of. When we get a chance to date," Nick said as Grissom walked into the room.
"Hey, Nick."
"Oh, hey Gris, what's up?"
"How's that case?"
"Fine. Why?" he wondered.
"I need you to pull a double tonight. Try to solve it. I have another case for you."
"See what I told you? Grissom's a slave driver!" he complained.
"I heard that," Grissom popped his head back into the break room.
"Yeah, yeah. You hear everything!" he complained again. Grissom gave him a look before going back to his office.
"Not exactly," he muttered.
"Sara!"
"What?"
"The house! Now! I have a hunch," Melody explained. Sara grabbed her car keys and followed Melody to the SUV.