The Baby Farm
by Bugs & Beauty
AN: At the end.
Chapter Five
Las Vegas Crime Lab
Las Vegas, Nevada
Sara dug into the depths of her locker for her jacket. She tugged and rearranged her spare set of clothes so she could pull it out. Shrugging it onto her shoulders, she kicked her foot out to close her locker door. Warrick, who was standing in the corner talking into his cell, smiled at her. Sara gave him her impression of Greg which caused a deep laugh out of her friend. It felt good to simple joke around and feel connected to everyone. Warrick's laugh covered up Nick's entrance so Sara yelped when she spun around and ran smack into him.
"Sorry Sar." He ducked his head and gave her a sheepish smile. Sara grabbed his arm. "You look beat. I guess no one talked."
Nick shook his head. Holding up a single digit, he grimaced at her. "Only one set of parents let us talk to their kid. And that little angel," he used air quotes "had a very bad case of ADD. She bit, spit, ran amok and almost killed Greg."
Sara bit back a laugh. "Poor Greg." Nick's answering grin spread across his face. "Yeah." He patted her on the shoulder. "Take care beautiful." Warrick grabbed Nick's free arm and moved him towards the exit. Sara could hear them teasing each other.
The brunette CSI stepped out into the hall. Very few people were still at work from the night shift. She spotted Jenny and Mark from Ecklie's crew come in early. Both headed over to her.
Jenny was a small built girl with an eye catching head of red hair. Sara wanted to ask her if she colored it but felt the question would be considered rude. Perhaps she was Irish, Sara thought as she looked at her blue eyes. Mark was as different from her as night and day. His entire look screamed Iowa Farm Boy in all capital letters. Even after seven years in Vegas, he still spoke with his country twang.
"Guess what good news we got yesterday?" Jenny smirked and made a show of elbowing Mark. Mark pretended he was mortally wounded and theatrically sagged against a column.
"Mark graduated from high school?" Sara made her voice as innocent as possible. Jenny chortled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Burn, burn". Mark looked indignant.
"I'll have you know I gradiated with top honors." He made his accent even more pronounced than ever before.
"In a class of one?" Jenny rebounded back to him.
Mark sighed and looked above for help. "The good news is that Ted left so we have an opening on day shift." The young man waggled his brows at Sara. "Feel like seeing what the sun actually looks like Sidle?"
She waved him off. "Not anytime soon. I look better in moonlight."
"Don't we all..." Jenny patted her hair. "Let's get going before Conrad blows a fuse." They waved at her before heading into one of the evidence rooms.
The last stop on Sara's journey was Grissom's office. She paused outside the door. From her vantage point, she could see him seated at his desk with his back to her. She almost left when she heard him say "Stop". Sara took a half-step back and leaned against the door frame.
"What time is your flight landing? Stop," Grissom wrote something hastily on a notepad. "I love you. See you soon. Stop." Whatever his caller had to say engrossed Grissom enough so Sara could move from her spot.
"Hey" Sara jumped and collided with Catherine.
"Uh hey." She pushed past the blonde and out of the door, missing her meeting with Grissom.
Catherine looked at Sara before knocking twice on Grissom's door. He looked up from his stack of papers and waved her inside.
"That must be an interesting note." She motioned with her eyes at his notepad and dropped the current case files on his desk. He leveled one of his patented Grissom looks her way.
"My mother is coming to visit. I may be late tomorrow so I want you to hand out assignments." Catherine's expression perked up. Grissom was never late or missed a day or work if he could help it. He continued, "Sara and I will work the Small case." The older CSI flipped over a few loose pages. "If you see Sara before I do, let her know we need to talk before she leaves today."
Catherine leaned back in her chair. "Actually she almost plowed me over to get out of here today."
Grissom frowned at her. "I told her earlier to see me at the end of shift today."
The blonde shrugged her shoulders. She has been slacking lately. You should talk to her about it." Grissom nodded absently at her. Rising from his chair, he walked with her out of the building.
AN: I am once more pleased that people have given me support with their reviews. Feedback really does feed a writer. To anyone who did not know, if a deaf person makes a phone call, an interpreter can be used to speak with a hearing person. At the end of each exchange the person says "Stop" to show the exchange person that they can translate that part of the conversation. If that made any sense...
by Bugs & Beauty
AN: At the end.
Chapter Five
Las Vegas Crime Lab
Las Vegas, Nevada
Sara dug into the depths of her locker for her jacket. She tugged and rearranged her spare set of clothes so she could pull it out. Shrugging it onto her shoulders, she kicked her foot out to close her locker door. Warrick, who was standing in the corner talking into his cell, smiled at her. Sara gave him her impression of Greg which caused a deep laugh out of her friend. It felt good to simple joke around and feel connected to everyone. Warrick's laugh covered up Nick's entrance so Sara yelped when she spun around and ran smack into him.
"Sorry Sar." He ducked his head and gave her a sheepish smile. Sara grabbed his arm. "You look beat. I guess no one talked."
Nick shook his head. Holding up a single digit, he grimaced at her. "Only one set of parents let us talk to their kid. And that little angel," he used air quotes "had a very bad case of ADD. She bit, spit, ran amok and almost killed Greg."
Sara bit back a laugh. "Poor Greg." Nick's answering grin spread across his face. "Yeah." He patted her on the shoulder. "Take care beautiful." Warrick grabbed Nick's free arm and moved him towards the exit. Sara could hear them teasing each other.
The brunette CSI stepped out into the hall. Very few people were still at work from the night shift. She spotted Jenny and Mark from Ecklie's crew come in early. Both headed over to her.
Jenny was a small built girl with an eye catching head of red hair. Sara wanted to ask her if she colored it but felt the question would be considered rude. Perhaps she was Irish, Sara thought as she looked at her blue eyes. Mark was as different from her as night and day. His entire look screamed Iowa Farm Boy in all capital letters. Even after seven years in Vegas, he still spoke with his country twang.
"Guess what good news we got yesterday?" Jenny smirked and made a show of elbowing Mark. Mark pretended he was mortally wounded and theatrically sagged against a column.
"Mark graduated from high school?" Sara made her voice as innocent as possible. Jenny chortled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Burn, burn". Mark looked indignant.
"I'll have you know I gradiated with top honors." He made his accent even more pronounced than ever before.
"In a class of one?" Jenny rebounded back to him.
Mark sighed and looked above for help. "The good news is that Ted left so we have an opening on day shift." The young man waggled his brows at Sara. "Feel like seeing what the sun actually looks like Sidle?"
She waved him off. "Not anytime soon. I look better in moonlight."
"Don't we all..." Jenny patted her hair. "Let's get going before Conrad blows a fuse." They waved at her before heading into one of the evidence rooms.
The last stop on Sara's journey was Grissom's office. She paused outside the door. From her vantage point, she could see him seated at his desk with his back to her. She almost left when she heard him say "Stop". Sara took a half-step back and leaned against the door frame.
"What time is your flight landing? Stop," Grissom wrote something hastily on a notepad. "I love you. See you soon. Stop." Whatever his caller had to say engrossed Grissom enough so Sara could move from her spot.
"Hey" Sara jumped and collided with Catherine.
"Uh hey." She pushed past the blonde and out of the door, missing her meeting with Grissom.
Catherine looked at Sara before knocking twice on Grissom's door. He looked up from his stack of papers and waved her inside.
"That must be an interesting note." She motioned with her eyes at his notepad and dropped the current case files on his desk. He leveled one of his patented Grissom looks her way.
"My mother is coming to visit. I may be late tomorrow so I want you to hand out assignments." Catherine's expression perked up. Grissom was never late or missed a day or work if he could help it. He continued, "Sara and I will work the Small case." The older CSI flipped over a few loose pages. "If you see Sara before I do, let her know we need to talk before she leaves today."
Catherine leaned back in her chair. "Actually she almost plowed me over to get out of here today."
Grissom frowned at her. "I told her earlier to see me at the end of shift today."
The blonde shrugged her shoulders. She has been slacking lately. You should talk to her about it." Grissom nodded absently at her. Rising from his chair, he walked with her out of the building.
AN: I am once more pleased that people have given me support with their reviews. Feedback really does feed a writer. To anyone who did not know, if a deaf person makes a phone call, an interpreter can be used to speak with a hearing person. At the end of each exchange the person says "Stop" to show the exchange person that they can translate that part of the conversation. If that made any sense...