Disclaimer: Maybe I'll own this one day, but today sadly ain't that day.
A/N: Hey all you wonderful people out there. Hope I wasn't too long updating this. Thankfully my play is finally over (Wahoo/sob!), and apart from a few minor hitches (like my friend taking 'break-a-leg' far too literally!) it went really well. I think I my have amazed some people but showing that I'm not as naff at dancing and singing as they thought! Well enough of my endless waffle and on with thanking the people who reviewed the last chapter: Elle, MissyJane, Charming-Storm and cRaZyPiXiE. You guys rule!!! Please keep them coming in. Now finally in this chapter I can actually claim something other then my O.Cs and that is the song lyrics I use. The song's called 'Stranger Then Your Average' and I actually wrote all the lyrics myself! If you want to check out the entire song then it's posted up on fiction press. Hope you like the song. Feedback on it would be great cos it's my first attempt at writing song lyrics. Anyway on with the story. I would like to stress that I DO NOT possess a forensic degree so I'm sorry if I've got any of it wrong. Well R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
Warrick walked into Greg's lab after he'd arrived back. He was incredibly irked that another crime scene had appeared in Las Vegas without a single piece of evidence apart from DNA of the John Doe.
'Have all these killer's gone out a got themselves a degree in forensics or something?' He thought grimly.
The first thing, which hit him on entering the lab, was the noise. As usual, Greg's CD player was blaring out music at full blast and he watched as the younger lab tech was too busy dancing to notice him.
~ They put me in an asylum, But I drove the patients mad, And when they ask why I'm like this, I blame it all on my dad. I jumped out of a window, Just to see if I could fly, I don't wanna live any way, But I'm too afraid to die~
His amused grin widened as Greg began to sing along, his own voice barely managing to be heard over the music.
"I don't know why, I live my life this way. I guess I'm just another nutter, and there's nothing more I can say. If you still wanna hang around, there's one thing you must understand. Don't try and change me baby, cos I'm stranger then your average man."
Finally, Warrick decided to make his presence known; "Sums you up perfectly Greggy."
The lab tech spun round in shock and hit the stop button on the player as quickly as he could. Crimson slowly began to spread across his cheeks and Warrick couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey Warrick. Been standing there long?" Greg asked sheepishly.
"Just long enough to witness your wonderful performance."
Greg blushed further and Warrick laughed again, causing Greg to glare at him.
"So why are you here anyway? Got some evidence for me?" He questioned.
Warrick's smile faded. "Nothing but a sample of DNA from our vic, so I'm praying for a match so we can find out who he is."
"You're kidding me," Greg muttered. "Why do I feel like I'm stuck in a constant state of Déjà vu?"
"Tell me about it," Warrick agreed as he handed over the DNA sample and perched on the edge of the desk. "I've just spent the past 40 minutes searching through trash to come back with nothing but DNA, which doesn't guarantee a match."
"Well that explains the smell."
Warrick's eyes widened and snapped up to stare at Greg.
"I smell?"
"No offence man, but ya stink."
The CSI lifted up the top of his shirt to smell it; then dropped it very quickly and screwed up his noise in discussed.
Greg smirked. "See what I mean."
"Great, I'm meant to be having lunch with Jen and I'm supposed to be meeting Doc Robbins in the autopsy room in few minutes," Warrick sighed.
The lab tech raised an interested eyebrow. "Sinclair's coming here?"
Warrick nodded. "Along with Melissa."
"Well then man, I suggest you take a shower and change your clothes."
Something on the far table in the lab caught Warrick's attention. He stood up and crossed the room to where four identical white dresses were lain out in a row. The dresses from the victims of the other case. Greg noticed what Warrick was looking at and walked up next to him.
"I was going over them again. You know, to see if there was anything I missed," Greg explained.
"And did you find anything?" Warrick asked.
Greg shook his head gloomily. "No. And I so wanted to find something for Catherine's sake."
Warrick nodded in understanding. He knew the strain this case was causing and how everyone desperate wanted a result. And worse of all was the feeling it brought that they all despised: hopelessness.
~*~*~*~*~
She gripped the side of the wall tightly as she felt the last of her strength leave her. Catherine's head was swimming with a thousand thoughts that made the world around her sway. But one thought managed to break free from the mass of the others: Abby was Eddie's child.
"Catherine."
The shout behind her made her force her head to turn and look. Grissom ran up to her, his blue eyes clouded with concern. He wrapped his arms around her and made the falling feeling she felt inside her soul cease.
"Abby's father is Eddie, Gil, Eddie. Out of all the people in the world, in Las Vegas, why did it have to be him?" She sobbed into his chest.
"Shhh. She told you it was a mistake," He reminded her. "And Portia was only human Cath, mistakes are our biggest flaw."
"I know. But Eddie! She hated him. She slept with him and...and never told me! My ex-husband and she never told me."
"I think she was scared Cath. So scared of hurting you. Scared of loosing you as a friend."
She looked up at him with misted eyes. "She never would have Gil. Yeah, I may have hated her for a while, but nothing could stop me caring for her and the girls," She paused and her eyes widened as a sudden thought caught up with her. "Oh god, Marie! I just ran out. I only managed to keep it together for ten minutes before I just legged it. TEN MINUTES! I'm such a bitch."
"No you're not," Grissom stated firmly. "And you'll never will be. I think Marie understands. She knew this would be a big shock for you. I promised her that you would see her and Abby before they left."
Cath smiled. "Thanks. What would I do with out you?"
He smiled and took her hand. "Do you want to take a walk?"
"Maybe I should go ba-"
He cut across, "Cath you're not going back to work until you're ready. Warrick can handle it."
She sighed knowing that it wasn't worth a fight. "Yes boss."
He smiled slightly as she rested her head on his shoulder. They began to walk away from the apartment block to a park near by, with his arm remaining placed securely around her waist.
"I'm worried about him Gil," She told him quietly.
"Who? Warrick?"
"Yeah."
"Oh why?"
"He was late for work once more, because he was at Jenny's again."
"Oh. And you think he's falling for her?" He questioned.
She looked up at him. "Don't you?" He nodded and she rested her head back down. "She's not ready. I know she's not. She still wears her wedding ring. I mean if we were married and I died, you wouldn't take off your wedding ring till you were ready to move on would you?"
He stopped and caught her gaze. "I doubt I would every take it off then."
She smiled faintly and blushed slightly. She took him by the hand again and they continued to walk through the park.
"Didn't you mention something about Sara and Nick fighting?" Cath inquired.
He nodded. "The course of true love never did run smooth."
"Shakespeare?"
"Shakespeare. Care to guess which play?"
She paused in though for a moment. "A Midsummer Night's Dream?"
He laughed. "You learn well."
She returned the chuckle. "I have a good teacher. Besides, it was the play you took me to see on my birthday. He was right though, Shakespeare, it doesn't run smooth. The road of true love has one hell of a load of rock in it. Just look at us. How long did it take us to get together?"
"Far too long," He murmured as he kissed her head. "They'll sort it out in the end like us Cath. They all will."
"I hope you're right."
"I don't have a doubt that I'm wrong."
She stopped and looked up at him, grateful that he was with her. Grateful that by his side was the only place she would ever be. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his; the chemistry between them never faded.
"I love you," She whispered.
"I love you to." He brought a hand to her face and cradled her chin. "You want to go back now or keep walking?"
"I want to stay with you just a bit longer," She confessed.
"Your wish is my command. It's unwise to deny the request of a lady so beautiful."
She laughed and kissed him again. They stood there smiling at each other for a few minutes before he wrapped a protective arm around her and they started to their leisurely walk again. All other things - for that moment - were left forgotten.
~*~*~*~*~
The case file was flung violently back down onto the table from where it had lain originally. Sara glared at it in frustration and slumped back into her chair in the break room. She'd hardly gotten any sleep the night before and going over the case was just agitating her further. It wasn't the case that had kept her up; it was Nick. The feeling of hollowness the fight last shift had left inside her. She thought that maybe if she found something they missed in case, it would help fill the hole. Instead it had made it bigger.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Sara turned her head to look at the owner of the voice. There in the doorway stood Jenny Sinclair. She was wearing a light beige, fitted shirt and long denim skirt along with high-heeled sandals. And safely in her arms was Melissa. It had amazed Sara how quickly she had regained her slim figure after giving birth. Her friend smiled at her, but a hint of worry remained in her expression.
"Hey," She greeted and stood up to embrace her. "Hi there," She cooed at Melissa and stroked the infant's head.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I'm going to have to guess why you look like suicide on legs?" Jen asked.
Sara sighed, "It's Nick."
Jenny's face fell. "Oh god, what happened? You guys didn't have a fight did you?"
She nodded miserably. "His ex's coming back to town today and I didn't find out until last night, and even then I had to force it out of him."
"Are you sure that he wasn't planning on telling you?"
"I don't think he was."
Jenny thought about this for a moment. "Maybe he was just scared about how'd you react. Worried that he'd start a fight."
"Well he successes in doing that," Sara scoffed.
"Sar, he's probably has an explanation, maybe not a great one, but an explanation to why he felt the need to kept it from you. You've just got to remember that men are idiots and give him a chance to explain."
Sara smiled at her friend, amazed about how she seemed to have an answer for everything. Then her eyes narrowed into a look of confusion.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Warrick is taking me and Melissa out to lunch," Jenny explained with a smile. "Do you know where he is?"
"I can fill you in there."
Both women turned to see Greg entering the room. He grinned widely at Jenny and walked over to hug her.
"Hey there Jen. And how's my beautiful wee lass doing?" He asked in a horrendously terrible Scottish accent as he tickled Melissa's chin.
The youngster giggled happily as she tried to grab Greg's fingers. She then managed to grasp Greg's nose and he made a beeping noise every time she repeated the action. Melissa squealed in delight and clapped her hands. Both her mother and Sara were laughing at the display.
"Man Greg, how does it feel to know that even a 6 month old kid finds your stupidity amusing?" Sara teased.
Greg faked a hurt look and childishly stuck out his tongue at her, causing the others to laugh more.
"So, where is Warrick?" Jenny asked after the laughing had calmed down.
"Last time I saw him, he was in the autopsy room," Greg replied, then gave Jenny a questioning look after he spotted the clock on the wall, "Aren't you early?"
"Only by about half an hour," She defended, "I was bored and thought I would come here to see if I could be of use. So he's in the autopsy room?"
"Yep with our dumpster John Doe. No DNA match. No hands. And get this - his teeth have been removed as well."
"Ouch," Sara commented.
"Oh and guess what - no evidence either."
"You're joking!" Sara muttered. "Not again."
Jenny remained silent as she looked as if she was considering something. Then she turned to Sara.
"You mind looking after Melissa whilst I find Warrick?" She asked.
"Sure," Sara smiled as she was handed the small baby.
"Thanks. I'll be back soon."
Sara watched Greg stare after Jenny as she walked off. His look revealed his obvious and inappropriate crush. Sara sighed.
"Greg," She warned sternly.
"What?" He asked as innocently as possible.
"You know what. She's out of bounds."
"I know. Anyway Gris would kill me if I was to hit on her, not to mention Warrick."
"What do you mean?" Sara inquired as she hugged the infant.
"Oh come on Sar, don't tell me you haven't work it out by now," Greg demanded. "Our Warrick's obviously in love with her. It's as obvious as you and Nick, and Cath and Gris. If we've got anyone to worry about it's him, not me."
~*~*~*~*~
Warrick stared at the body lying on the slab in front of him. He'd remained in the autopsy room for the past hour, just looking at the John Doe in some lam attempt to find discover something new. But this guy was nothing more then a mystery.
"Who are you?" He mumbled to the corpse. "Who are you and how did you end up here?"
"I hope you aren't expecting a decent answer, 'cause the dead suck at hold a conversation," quipped a teasing voice behind him making him jump.
He spun round and a smile lit up his features on seeing Jenny. She smiled back at him.
"Hey."
"Hey. You're early," He stated.
"I know."
"Where's Melissa?"
"I left her with Sara. So how's the interrogation of this guy going? Got anything out of him?" She teased as she pointed at the body.
He laughed. "Only a whole load of more unanswered questions."
She walked up beside him to study the corpse. After a few moments her eyes turned back to Warrick.
"What happened?"
"Our John Doe was found in a dumpster by some warehouses. By his liver temp, Doc determined that he'd only been there for about 20 minutes before he was discovered. His face had been cut up, and hands and teeth removed post mortem. The C.O.D was a slashed throat," He filled in. "No match for DNA and no other means to ID him. Nor any clues to where he was killed or who did it."
Jenny was silent as she took this in and turned her gaze back to the body. Then, after a few moments, she spoke again. "You know there is a chance we have a print," She stated, "Where's the one place on the male anatomy that a guy touches themselves at least once a day, especially when they're taking a pee?"
He followed her downwards gaze and his eyes landed on the man's covered groin area. He then turned back to Jenny who met his eyes with a playful look.
"Jen, the guy's been dead for about 6 hours," He pointed out. "Even if he'd touch his penis close to his time of death, there's only a slim chance that a decent print will still be there."
"Ah but there is a chance. And a chance is always worth taking when you've got nothing to loose," She retorted. Then her playful look returned. "So War, do you want to do the honours or shall I?"
He handed her a pair of gloves and stepped aside.
"Ladies first."
"Always a gentleman," She smirked.
Her smile vanished as she concentrated at the task at hand. Warrick watched her, fascinated by her professional manner. It was almost as if she'd been doing this job the whole of her life. After a couple a minutes, she let out a triumphant laugh.
"HA! I've got a print," She exclaimed.
"You're kidding me!" Warrick said stunned as he looked over at the copy of the print in her hand. He then looked at the large smile spread across her face and tried to beat it with one of his own. "Sinclair, you are amazing."
She laughed. "Don't I know it! Come on; let's get this to Greg and then I think you owe me lunch. But first I need to wash my hand really, really well."
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A/N: Hey all you wonderful people out there. Hope I wasn't too long updating this. Thankfully my play is finally over (Wahoo/sob!), and apart from a few minor hitches (like my friend taking 'break-a-leg' far too literally!) it went really well. I think I my have amazed some people but showing that I'm not as naff at dancing and singing as they thought! Well enough of my endless waffle and on with thanking the people who reviewed the last chapter: Elle, MissyJane, Charming-Storm and cRaZyPiXiE. You guys rule!!! Please keep them coming in. Now finally in this chapter I can actually claim something other then my O.Cs and that is the song lyrics I use. The song's called 'Stranger Then Your Average' and I actually wrote all the lyrics myself! If you want to check out the entire song then it's posted up on fiction press. Hope you like the song. Feedback on it would be great cos it's my first attempt at writing song lyrics. Anyway on with the story. I would like to stress that I DO NOT possess a forensic degree so I'm sorry if I've got any of it wrong. Well R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
Warrick walked into Greg's lab after he'd arrived back. He was incredibly irked that another crime scene had appeared in Las Vegas without a single piece of evidence apart from DNA of the John Doe.
'Have all these killer's gone out a got themselves a degree in forensics or something?' He thought grimly.
The first thing, which hit him on entering the lab, was the noise. As usual, Greg's CD player was blaring out music at full blast and he watched as the younger lab tech was too busy dancing to notice him.
~ They put me in an asylum, But I drove the patients mad, And when they ask why I'm like this, I blame it all on my dad. I jumped out of a window, Just to see if I could fly, I don't wanna live any way, But I'm too afraid to die~
His amused grin widened as Greg began to sing along, his own voice barely managing to be heard over the music.
"I don't know why, I live my life this way. I guess I'm just another nutter, and there's nothing more I can say. If you still wanna hang around, there's one thing you must understand. Don't try and change me baby, cos I'm stranger then your average man."
Finally, Warrick decided to make his presence known; "Sums you up perfectly Greggy."
The lab tech spun round in shock and hit the stop button on the player as quickly as he could. Crimson slowly began to spread across his cheeks and Warrick couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey Warrick. Been standing there long?" Greg asked sheepishly.
"Just long enough to witness your wonderful performance."
Greg blushed further and Warrick laughed again, causing Greg to glare at him.
"So why are you here anyway? Got some evidence for me?" He questioned.
Warrick's smile faded. "Nothing but a sample of DNA from our vic, so I'm praying for a match so we can find out who he is."
"You're kidding me," Greg muttered. "Why do I feel like I'm stuck in a constant state of Déjà vu?"
"Tell me about it," Warrick agreed as he handed over the DNA sample and perched on the edge of the desk. "I've just spent the past 40 minutes searching through trash to come back with nothing but DNA, which doesn't guarantee a match."
"Well that explains the smell."
Warrick's eyes widened and snapped up to stare at Greg.
"I smell?"
"No offence man, but ya stink."
The CSI lifted up the top of his shirt to smell it; then dropped it very quickly and screwed up his noise in discussed.
Greg smirked. "See what I mean."
"Great, I'm meant to be having lunch with Jen and I'm supposed to be meeting Doc Robbins in the autopsy room in few minutes," Warrick sighed.
The lab tech raised an interested eyebrow. "Sinclair's coming here?"
Warrick nodded. "Along with Melissa."
"Well then man, I suggest you take a shower and change your clothes."
Something on the far table in the lab caught Warrick's attention. He stood up and crossed the room to where four identical white dresses were lain out in a row. The dresses from the victims of the other case. Greg noticed what Warrick was looking at and walked up next to him.
"I was going over them again. You know, to see if there was anything I missed," Greg explained.
"And did you find anything?" Warrick asked.
Greg shook his head gloomily. "No. And I so wanted to find something for Catherine's sake."
Warrick nodded in understanding. He knew the strain this case was causing and how everyone desperate wanted a result. And worse of all was the feeling it brought that they all despised: hopelessness.
~*~*~*~*~
She gripped the side of the wall tightly as she felt the last of her strength leave her. Catherine's head was swimming with a thousand thoughts that made the world around her sway. But one thought managed to break free from the mass of the others: Abby was Eddie's child.
"Catherine."
The shout behind her made her force her head to turn and look. Grissom ran up to her, his blue eyes clouded with concern. He wrapped his arms around her and made the falling feeling she felt inside her soul cease.
"Abby's father is Eddie, Gil, Eddie. Out of all the people in the world, in Las Vegas, why did it have to be him?" She sobbed into his chest.
"Shhh. She told you it was a mistake," He reminded her. "And Portia was only human Cath, mistakes are our biggest flaw."
"I know. But Eddie! She hated him. She slept with him and...and never told me! My ex-husband and she never told me."
"I think she was scared Cath. So scared of hurting you. Scared of loosing you as a friend."
She looked up at him with misted eyes. "She never would have Gil. Yeah, I may have hated her for a while, but nothing could stop me caring for her and the girls," She paused and her eyes widened as a sudden thought caught up with her. "Oh god, Marie! I just ran out. I only managed to keep it together for ten minutes before I just legged it. TEN MINUTES! I'm such a bitch."
"No you're not," Grissom stated firmly. "And you'll never will be. I think Marie understands. She knew this would be a big shock for you. I promised her that you would see her and Abby before they left."
Cath smiled. "Thanks. What would I do with out you?"
He smiled and took her hand. "Do you want to take a walk?"
"Maybe I should go ba-"
He cut across, "Cath you're not going back to work until you're ready. Warrick can handle it."
She sighed knowing that it wasn't worth a fight. "Yes boss."
He smiled slightly as she rested her head on his shoulder. They began to walk away from the apartment block to a park near by, with his arm remaining placed securely around her waist.
"I'm worried about him Gil," She told him quietly.
"Who? Warrick?"
"Yeah."
"Oh why?"
"He was late for work once more, because he was at Jenny's again."
"Oh. And you think he's falling for her?" He questioned.
She looked up at him. "Don't you?" He nodded and she rested her head back down. "She's not ready. I know she's not. She still wears her wedding ring. I mean if we were married and I died, you wouldn't take off your wedding ring till you were ready to move on would you?"
He stopped and caught her gaze. "I doubt I would every take it off then."
She smiled faintly and blushed slightly. She took him by the hand again and they continued to walk through the park.
"Didn't you mention something about Sara and Nick fighting?" Cath inquired.
He nodded. "The course of true love never did run smooth."
"Shakespeare?"
"Shakespeare. Care to guess which play?"
She paused in though for a moment. "A Midsummer Night's Dream?"
He laughed. "You learn well."
She returned the chuckle. "I have a good teacher. Besides, it was the play you took me to see on my birthday. He was right though, Shakespeare, it doesn't run smooth. The road of true love has one hell of a load of rock in it. Just look at us. How long did it take us to get together?"
"Far too long," He murmured as he kissed her head. "They'll sort it out in the end like us Cath. They all will."
"I hope you're right."
"I don't have a doubt that I'm wrong."
She stopped and looked up at him, grateful that he was with her. Grateful that by his side was the only place she would ever be. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his; the chemistry between them never faded.
"I love you," She whispered.
"I love you to." He brought a hand to her face and cradled her chin. "You want to go back now or keep walking?"
"I want to stay with you just a bit longer," She confessed.
"Your wish is my command. It's unwise to deny the request of a lady so beautiful."
She laughed and kissed him again. They stood there smiling at each other for a few minutes before he wrapped a protective arm around her and they started to their leisurely walk again. All other things - for that moment - were left forgotten.
~*~*~*~*~
The case file was flung violently back down onto the table from where it had lain originally. Sara glared at it in frustration and slumped back into her chair in the break room. She'd hardly gotten any sleep the night before and going over the case was just agitating her further. It wasn't the case that had kept her up; it was Nick. The feeling of hollowness the fight last shift had left inside her. She thought that maybe if she found something they missed in case, it would help fill the hole. Instead it had made it bigger.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Sara turned her head to look at the owner of the voice. There in the doorway stood Jenny Sinclair. She was wearing a light beige, fitted shirt and long denim skirt along with high-heeled sandals. And safely in her arms was Melissa. It had amazed Sara how quickly she had regained her slim figure after giving birth. Her friend smiled at her, but a hint of worry remained in her expression.
"Hey," She greeted and stood up to embrace her. "Hi there," She cooed at Melissa and stroked the infant's head.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I'm going to have to guess why you look like suicide on legs?" Jen asked.
Sara sighed, "It's Nick."
Jenny's face fell. "Oh god, what happened? You guys didn't have a fight did you?"
She nodded miserably. "His ex's coming back to town today and I didn't find out until last night, and even then I had to force it out of him."
"Are you sure that he wasn't planning on telling you?"
"I don't think he was."
Jenny thought about this for a moment. "Maybe he was just scared about how'd you react. Worried that he'd start a fight."
"Well he successes in doing that," Sara scoffed.
"Sar, he's probably has an explanation, maybe not a great one, but an explanation to why he felt the need to kept it from you. You've just got to remember that men are idiots and give him a chance to explain."
Sara smiled at her friend, amazed about how she seemed to have an answer for everything. Then her eyes narrowed into a look of confusion.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Warrick is taking me and Melissa out to lunch," Jenny explained with a smile. "Do you know where he is?"
"I can fill you in there."
Both women turned to see Greg entering the room. He grinned widely at Jenny and walked over to hug her.
"Hey there Jen. And how's my beautiful wee lass doing?" He asked in a horrendously terrible Scottish accent as he tickled Melissa's chin.
The youngster giggled happily as she tried to grab Greg's fingers. She then managed to grasp Greg's nose and he made a beeping noise every time she repeated the action. Melissa squealed in delight and clapped her hands. Both her mother and Sara were laughing at the display.
"Man Greg, how does it feel to know that even a 6 month old kid finds your stupidity amusing?" Sara teased.
Greg faked a hurt look and childishly stuck out his tongue at her, causing the others to laugh more.
"So, where is Warrick?" Jenny asked after the laughing had calmed down.
"Last time I saw him, he was in the autopsy room," Greg replied, then gave Jenny a questioning look after he spotted the clock on the wall, "Aren't you early?"
"Only by about half an hour," She defended, "I was bored and thought I would come here to see if I could be of use. So he's in the autopsy room?"
"Yep with our dumpster John Doe. No DNA match. No hands. And get this - his teeth have been removed as well."
"Ouch," Sara commented.
"Oh and guess what - no evidence either."
"You're joking!" Sara muttered. "Not again."
Jenny remained silent as she looked as if she was considering something. Then she turned to Sara.
"You mind looking after Melissa whilst I find Warrick?" She asked.
"Sure," Sara smiled as she was handed the small baby.
"Thanks. I'll be back soon."
Sara watched Greg stare after Jenny as she walked off. His look revealed his obvious and inappropriate crush. Sara sighed.
"Greg," She warned sternly.
"What?" He asked as innocently as possible.
"You know what. She's out of bounds."
"I know. Anyway Gris would kill me if I was to hit on her, not to mention Warrick."
"What do you mean?" Sara inquired as she hugged the infant.
"Oh come on Sar, don't tell me you haven't work it out by now," Greg demanded. "Our Warrick's obviously in love with her. It's as obvious as you and Nick, and Cath and Gris. If we've got anyone to worry about it's him, not me."
~*~*~*~*~
Warrick stared at the body lying on the slab in front of him. He'd remained in the autopsy room for the past hour, just looking at the John Doe in some lam attempt to find discover something new. But this guy was nothing more then a mystery.
"Who are you?" He mumbled to the corpse. "Who are you and how did you end up here?"
"I hope you aren't expecting a decent answer, 'cause the dead suck at hold a conversation," quipped a teasing voice behind him making him jump.
He spun round and a smile lit up his features on seeing Jenny. She smiled back at him.
"Hey."
"Hey. You're early," He stated.
"I know."
"Where's Melissa?"
"I left her with Sara. So how's the interrogation of this guy going? Got anything out of him?" She teased as she pointed at the body.
He laughed. "Only a whole load of more unanswered questions."
She walked up beside him to study the corpse. After a few moments her eyes turned back to Warrick.
"What happened?"
"Our John Doe was found in a dumpster by some warehouses. By his liver temp, Doc determined that he'd only been there for about 20 minutes before he was discovered. His face had been cut up, and hands and teeth removed post mortem. The C.O.D was a slashed throat," He filled in. "No match for DNA and no other means to ID him. Nor any clues to where he was killed or who did it."
Jenny was silent as she took this in and turned her gaze back to the body. Then, after a few moments, she spoke again. "You know there is a chance we have a print," She stated, "Where's the one place on the male anatomy that a guy touches themselves at least once a day, especially when they're taking a pee?"
He followed her downwards gaze and his eyes landed on the man's covered groin area. He then turned back to Jenny who met his eyes with a playful look.
"Jen, the guy's been dead for about 6 hours," He pointed out. "Even if he'd touch his penis close to his time of death, there's only a slim chance that a decent print will still be there."
"Ah but there is a chance. And a chance is always worth taking when you've got nothing to loose," She retorted. Then her playful look returned. "So War, do you want to do the honours or shall I?"
He handed her a pair of gloves and stepped aside.
"Ladies first."
"Always a gentleman," She smirked.
Her smile vanished as she concentrated at the task at hand. Warrick watched her, fascinated by her professional manner. It was almost as if she'd been doing this job the whole of her life. After a couple a minutes, she let out a triumphant laugh.
"HA! I've got a print," She exclaimed.
"You're kidding me!" Warrick said stunned as he looked over at the copy of the print in her hand. He then looked at the large smile spread across her face and tried to beat it with one of his own. "Sinclair, you are amazing."
She laughed. "Don't I know it! Come on; let's get this to Greg and then I think you owe me lunch. But first I need to wash my hand really, really well."
A/N: What do you think? I writing this fic for you guys so your thoughts and opinions are very helpful. Well, you know the drill: give that little button a bashing! Lol! :o)