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BEEP.
Sara spun around and looked across the trace lab.
BEEP.
Where was this noise coming from? She looked around. It wasn't her beeper because the sound was too high-pitched. There wasn't anyone else in the room with her as she went over an analysis, so what could it be? None of the machines were on…but the computer was.
Sara cautiously walked over and sat her self down in front of the machine. A little box had appeared in the corner that flashed: You have one new message! Sara clicked it open.
OverWorkedVegetarian@Las.Vegas.Crime.Lab has ONE new message from RockRatG@Las.Vegas.Crime.Lab !
What the…? Sara wondered as she tried to open the e-mail.
Please enter your password!
Password? Sara thought for a second, and then typed in everything she could think of that could be her password. Ironically, MEAT was the word that worked.
Hello my sweet,
I can now ask you out under the alias of my own e-mail address. I hope that you will find my charming words to be just as good as my charming looks. Run away with me my dear, and we can leave this old life behind!
Sara read the e-mail a couple of times, and then she began to type.
Greg? Is that you? Look man, leave me alone, or you will wish that you had run away when you had the chance.
And why is my address overworkedvegetarian?? Are you trying to implicate something here?
- Sara
It wasn't five minutes before Greg responded back.
Sorry Sara…. I though it suited you well.
(So I take it that your answer is NO?)
- Greg
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Word spread quickly across the lab that Greg had set up e-mail addresses for everyone. Sara went and told Nick, who then went to Greg and put in a request to get his address up and running as quickly as possible.
It took Greg a while to figure out what name to give Nick, but finally he decided on TexanCharm@Las.Vegas.Crime.Lab.
Nick was quite pleased with that, but he realized how much trouble Greg could get into with this.
I am warning you man, you better know what you are doing with this e-mail crap.
Nick typed as fast as he could for only twenty words a minuet.
I can only wait to see what name you gave Grissom. If it's bad, he will kill you.
But I like my name, I owe you one.
Nick
And hearing this, Greg has some kind words for Nick.
Because I like you so much, I did all of your work before Catherine's.
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Catherine was sitting in the break room when she heard about the new e-mail addresses, and Nick told her about his name. He then informed her about Sara's, and Catherine began to panic. She asked to borrow Nick's address to type up a little note to Greg…
Greg, this is Catherine. If you so much THINK about using my past line of work as my address, you won't have to wait for Grissom to kill you. I WILL.
And I want my work. Get off the computer and go do that. Don't make me tell Grissom.
~ Catherine
Now, Greg had been thinking long and hard about Catherine's screen name, and he realized that this could be one of the many factors between life and death. After tossing out HotMamma and BorgQueen, he decided on BlondeBombshell.
Catherine stared at the name for a few moments, contemplating what to do to Greg now.
I'm not sure whether to thank you, or to smack you.
And then Catherine got an idea.
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Something had been bothering Catherine about Sara. She seemed reserved and inattentive at times, and Catherine had really been meaning to ask her what was up. The only time she really saw Sara was during work hours, and she wasn't about to bluntly ask Sara what was up with her mood. But these new addresses could come in handy…Catherine saw Bobby leave ballistics and darted in to use the computer in there.
Just like Sara, Catherine had trouble with her password too, before she realized it was LINDSEY. Like that wasn't obvious, she groaned, and then began to compose a note to Sara.
Sara,
The name suits you well.
I was just wondering, you know, because hopefully no one else will be able to read this other than the two of us, if you could explain to me what is up with you and Grissom. One day you are both fine and smiling, and the next you both have locked yourselves in different rooms and refuse to make social interaction. I'm just concerned for you.
~ Catherine
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BEEP.
Sara looked up. "Another message?" she moaned, fearing that it would be Greg and that she would have to hurt him. Instead she saw it was from Catherine, or who she guessed was Catherine. Sara opened the e-mail and read the note. So Catherine wanted to know about her and Grissom? Well, there's nothing to know, Sara thought. But Catherine didn't know about Sara asking him out on a date.
Ha, freaking ha. I want to kill Greg right about now.
Sara furiously typed referring to the name Greg had picked for her. She could have done with a better name, but what could be done now?
Grissom and me? I don't know where to begin. You know I asked him to dinner. He shot me down. He said he didn't know what to do about "…this."
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Catherine almost laughed. That sounds like Grissom she thought, not knowing what to do in a tense situation.
Oh, Sara, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. But I have to tell you; it was kind of obvious that you had a thing for him. I actually think the Labrats had some sort of bet going on you two.
But seriously, don't let him get to you. He can be a shut in, and I bet he just didn't know how to deal with your invitation. Grissom values his private life, and I don't think he likes to let a lot of people in. He's probably just scared.
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Probably just scared? Sara laughed.
Remember Terri Miller? Her and Grissom went out on a "date." That might have been forever ago, but that was the last time he "let someone in."
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What? Catherine didn't know about this! Catherine knows everything that happened in the lab!
How do you know this??
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Sara snickered.
I have my ways.
(Cough*Greg*cough)
Yah, the same Greg who thinks I am an overworking vegetarian. Am I? Sara pondered, but she didn't ponder long because the computer beeped again. Thinking that it was Catherine she opened the letter up. She moaned seeing that it was Greg.
I couldn't help noticing that you mentioned me in an e-mail with Catherine. Don't worry my sweet, I was just passing by and the wonderful name that is my own jumped out at me. Are you two planning how we are going to run away together?
"Greg, Greg, Greg…what am I ever going to do with you?" Sara said aloud, and began to type.
Don't flatter yourself too much. It might go to your head and your hair will get bigger than it already is.
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"What do you mean he set up E-mail addresses?" Warrick asked Nick.
Nick sat at the computer in the break room checking the scores for the football game last night. "He did it earlier while we were out. He said that you suggested that he do all of them for everyone."
"I never thought he would do it." Warrick said still a little skeptical. "What's your name?"
"TexasCharm." Nick replied smiling.
"And what's mine?" Warrick asked. He could only hope and pray that it was something good. Nick thought for a moment, and the grabbed a piece of paper that was next to the desk.
"GamblingMan." Nick replied.
"GamblingMan?" Warrick spat out.
"You're a man, and you gamble. Thus GamblingMan." Nick said totally focused on the game scored.
"You've got to be kidding me." Nick didn't reply. "Uh, Nick, can I use the computer?"
"In a sec…" Nick said still staring at the screen.
Ten minutes and two cups of coffee later, Nick still hadn't budged. Warrick gave up hope of getting Nick to move and left the room. He was on his way down past the layout room, when he spotted a computer sitting in there on the desk. He would just pop in for a second…
"I don't have a password." Warrick grumbled as the screen popped up asking for one. Warrick spent ten more minutes trying to figure out his, and finally GRAMMY worked. Warrick was going to have to talk to Greg about this later…
I got to hand it to you Greg; I didn't think you had it in you to actually come up with addresses for everyone.
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Catherine sat at her computer trying to figure out what to do next. Sara had just pointed out the fact that Grissom had shot down her dinner invitation, and Catherine felt she had to do something about that. But what? She reached for a piece of paper next to the computer and looked up Grissom's e-mail address - SpiderMan. Catherine laughed to herself for a moment, and then began to type.
Grissom,
I really can't believe you sometimes. What do you think you are going to do about ….this? Something has to be done, if not, I will take matters into my own hands on ….this, and it won't be pretty. If you two expect to work in the same lab for the rest of your lives, you have to do something about .…this. And I don't mean another plant. So, what do you say about ….this?
~ Catherine
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"Oh, the leg bone's connected to the hip bone, the hip bone's connected to the…"
BEEP.
Grissom stopped reviewing the human skeleton and sat up in his chair. Something had just beeped. He wasn't that deaf anymore, and it was definitely in close proximity.
Grissom scanned the room, but found no logical source for the being noise, that was now constant. He looked over at his laptop, and realized that there was a little light flashing in the corner. Grissom flipped it open, and the Beeping ceased as a little box appeared on the screen.
SpiderMan has ONE new message from BlondeBombshell!Grissom cautiously opened the text box, only to find an e-mail there. What the…? He thought. When did the lab get e-mail? And who was BlondeBombshell shell? Grissom read the note, and readied that it was Catherine. Figures.
Well, what was he supposed to do now? He could always get up and go and find her to answer her questions about…this. Whatever that was. But Grissom was in no mood to go gallivanting all over the lab looking for her, so instead he typed her up a nice note.
What are you talking about? And where did ….this address come from?
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"You are so naive when you want to be." Catherine mumbled to herself half way across the lab as she read the e-mail from Grissom.
You know exactly what I am taking about. (Stop mocking me Gil Grissom!)
And this is what you get when Mobley decides that we all need to be 'computer friendly' and someone assigns the wacky lab tech to assign everyone addresses.
~ Catherine
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"Huh?" Grissom asked to himself.
Right.
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Catherine shook her head at his thickness. She knew that he knew exactly what she was talking about, but was just being Grissom and had decided not to give her a direct answer. But Sara needed an answer.
I tried talking to Grissom (well, actually I e-mailed him, but you get the idea) about ….this. I think he is just playing stupid with this whole thing.
You know, that man really has a way with words
~ Catherine
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"WHAT?" Sara yelled. And banged the same word into the keyboard.
"I can't believe her!" she yelled again.
"What can't you believe?" Warrick asked as he entered the room.
"Uh, private conversation." Sara said to him not even looking up.
"Yeah." Warrick responded seeing that he wasn't loved in this room.
What? You talked to him about…this?
Sara typed as soon as Warrick had left.
You wanted me to send him a plant instead?
Catherine responded moments later.
Sara scowled.
That's not funny.
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Warrick watched Sara though the glass and her reaction from what she was reading went from surly, so suddenly laughing. Warrick then turned around and walked a little ways down the hall to find Catherine sitting at her own computer laughing hysterically just like Sara.
Ok, why are Sara and Catherine sitting at separate computers e-mailing each other and giggling like crazy? I don't think this was the response Mobley wanted when he gave us all of these computers.
WWarrick typed to Nick, as the giggling from the two of them still echoed through the lab.
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He's still not getting my vote. I can't be swayed with a piece of plastic.
Nick
Nick looked away from his computer to see Catherine across the hall still laughing her head off.
"Whatever." He mumbled.
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Greg, I am going to say this nicely only once.
I want my fiber results. Get off the computer.
WWarrick had been waiting for an hour and a half now, and Greg had still not done his analysis. Now Warrick was getting impatient, but he didn't feel like walking all the way down the hall just to talk to Greg.
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Even though Greg's music was up as high as it could be, he still heard the beep from his computer behind him. He pushed his rolley chair across the room and settled down in front of it only to see Warrick's message.
"Way to call the kettle black." Greg mumbled.
Well, you're on the computer too!
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After Catherine had stopped laughing, she decided that Grissom needed another e-mail.
Grissom, I am serious. Sara is a delicate person with feelings too. You can't just shun her for the rest of your life.
She typed, hoping that that would get the message across to him.
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"What?" Grissom asked confused. Catherine was talking about Sara the entire time?
Wait, this (….this) is about Sara?
"This is what you get for locking you self in you office for the night." Grissom mumbled, and then his computer beeped.
LIFT YOUR GIANT HEAD UP OUT OF THE MICROSCOPE~ Catherine
Okay, so Catherine wanted him to patch things up with Sara. He could do that. He could be social. But what would he say to her? Wait…would he have to say anything at all? Thank god for the web, Grissom thought as he began to type an e-mail to Sara.
Sara,
I don't know where to begin with this. I'm sorry if I have hurt you in any way, I didn't mean to. Please understand that I am not the kind of person who wears his heart on his sleeve, but then again, you are not that kind of person either. Maybe this is the reason we are so attracted to each other.
Is there anything I can do to make all of this up to you?
Grissom
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Sara sat on the other side of the lab in total shock. Was this Grissom e-mailing her and not some mean joke done by Greg? Just play it coy, Sidle, Sara thought as she typed back.
I see you decided to do something before it is too late. And yes, my dinner invitation is still open.
- Sara
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Grissom sighed. Sara hadn't bitten off his head, yet.
How about next Friday, seven o'clock? We both have that night off.
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Sara was trying really hard to contain the little excitement that was building inside of her.
I'd like that.
- Sara
Sara typed to Grissom, and then she opened a new document to Catherine.
I owe you one Cath.
- Sara :-)
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Greg looked first at Sara sitting at her computer beaming like the sun, and then to Catherine, smiling to her self, and then to Grissom who sat in his office totally pale and drumming his fingers on his desk. Greg put two and two together, and realized what had happened. He opened an e-mail for Sara.
Oh, Sara's got a date. Sara's got a date. High-ho the merry-o, Sara's got a date!
The sad thing was that Greg chanted that while he typed.
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Grissom saw Greg bouncing around the lab, and walked over to stand in the doorway. Grissom went unnoticed to Greg as he peered at the computer screen Greg was typing at. He could just barely make out what Greg was typing, and then went back to his computer.
Greg, I am going to kill you. Now, go back to your lab, and get Warrick his fiber results.
From Grissom.
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Sara closed down her computer and made her way towards Greg's lab. She saw Grissom sitting once again at his own computer, and entered the lab after looking his way and smiling. She found Greg in his lab, but he was sitting at his computer, obviously reading something. His eyes got wider as he read it, and then in one quick motion he ran out of the room as quick as he could. Sara watched him run, and then walked in and looked at his computer.
Sara laughed and opened her own e-mail for him.
Hahaha.
The look on your face when you opened that letter. If I only had a camera, I would frame that and hang it on my wall.
Sara then read the e-mail that Greg had just sent to her.
But seriously, Greg, shut up.
And you know, Grissom only writes "FROM" when he really cares about the person.
- Sara
Sara continued to laugh as she shut down the web.
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From: Annie Lune
To: Everyone
So…what do you think of the new version? I know it's not the same as before, and I personally think it lost a little of it's "magic." But, it is the same story, and that's really all that matters to me. So, tell me what you think of it by hitting that little review button below! 8-)
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