Author's Note: Well, I am so glad that everyone likes this story! I will continue with the minor characters for now (because let's face it: there are no stories about them!) but I will be getting to the main characters in later chapters. So if you haven't seen your favorite yet – don't worry, you will! As always they don't belong to me – CBS is being a meanie and doesn't want to share.

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I want to be a CSI.

I really do. If I were a CSI, then I might actually get to leave my AV lab (which I have termed "The Catacombs") once in a while. If I were a CSI, then I would get to walk around and show my identification and have people treat me as if I am a force to be reckoned with. If I were a CSI, then I would have the very cool job of piecing together exactly what happened – I could be the difference between the bad guys getting away, or a very long prison term for their crimes.

If I were a CSI, I might get some respect.

I guess that's really not fair of me to say. I don't think anyone here actually disrespects me. They trust my abilities and no one hesitates to ask for my help. But when you look at the big picture, I get lost somewhere around the edges. I am just the lowly AV specialist. My job is to play voyeur for Grissom and everybody else. I don't hate doing that because if I did, I wouldn't do it anymore. But sometimes I feel like the smarmy guy in the lab. It's kind of a joke with everyone that my eyes see every dirty detail. I know they are kidding, but sometimes it makes me feel like one of those dirty old men who sits in the movie theatres late at night, wearing oversized pants and watching the "adult" films. They think I get my kicks watching some of these tapes. The ironic thing is that for everyone one dirty tape, there are ten normal ones. They don't think about that. They think it is some great joke to make fun of me because I sit in my darkened lab and view some very bizarre tapes frame by frame. Of course, when I think about it that way, I see why they would make fun of me.

That's not the point anyways. I can handle the good natured teasing because I know that they do respect my job. I think my problem is that they don't really respect me as a person. I mean, it's nowhere near as bad as the way they are with Ecklie. Man, if I were in his shoes, I would go looking for a new job. He comes into a room and people look like they want stone him to death. Yeah, Ecklie definitely has it worse than me. I still feel like no one respects me around here. I am here to serve them and that is where the relationship ends. They go out for breakfast after their shift, or maybe for drinks, and they never ask me to go. Would it be so bad if they tried to remember that I am a human being too? And that even though I am not really part of the team, I still play an important role? Maybe it's me, but their lack of interest in me is disrespectful. I don't think I need to be included every time they go out, but it would be nice to be invited once in a while. It's so strange: when we're at work, I feel like these guys are my friends. Especially Nick and Catherine. Those two always talk to me, maybe tease me a little, but it is just a comfortable friendly relationship. Yet not once have they made the attempt to include me in their plans outside of work. Well who knows, maybe today will be the day that they invite me along. Yeah. And maybe I will wake up rich and married to Julia Roberts.

This is all part of the reason why I want to be a CSI. Let's be honest, being a CSI is way cooler than working in the AV department. I would probably be pretty good at it too, except I seem to be pigeon-holed in the role of the computer geek. Now granted, I haven't really helped myself out in that department either. I am a computer geek. And I do know a scary amount of science fiction trivia. Yet that is only one facet of my personality. I do have a wild side. Well, at least I'd like to think I do. I suppose compared to most people, my wild side is pretty tame. But at any rate, I do like to cut loose. I happen to really like going out to the clubs. I am a sucker for a pretty lady. I have a blast going out and chatting up the women. I don't want you to think I am one of those creepy guys who hits on anything that moves. I enjoy meeting new people. Ok and I like getting some dates out of it too. Sadly, since my usual clubbing buddy was transferred to Houston, I haven't really had any one to hit the party scene with. This could explain my pathetic lack of prospects. Heck, sometimes even when I do meet people, they are turned off by the whole "computer geek" thing. I think they would find my being a CSI a whole lot sexier. Maybe that's not a great reason for wanting to become one. Better not mention that one to Grissom.

"Hey Archie!" A loud, exuberant voice protrudes my thoughts. Greg explodes through the door, looking completely out of place in the lab, as is usual. I have never seen anyone in my life that looks less like they belong somewhere. I am suddenly reminded of the old Sesame Street song, "One of These Things is Not Like the Other". I rub my eyes, since I have stupidly been staring at my computer screen since my mind started to drift about ten minutes ago. I look at Greg expectantly.

"Hey Greg. What's up?"

"Oh man, this is your lucky day. You see, Genevieve –that's this totally hot, and totally sexy girl I met – wants me to go out and hit the casinos with her while she's in town."

I roll my eyes. A typical Greg story. I have no idea how this guy attracts as many ladies as he does. It's gotta be the hair.

"Greg, how is that my lucky day?"

"You didn't let me finish. She called to let me know that she is bringing along a friend. A friend who happens to be a lingerie model. She asked if I knew anyone who would be interested, and I told her I knew the perfect person: you".

I do not believe my ears. Not only do I now have a pending date with a girl who gets paid to lounge around in her underwear, but I am actually being invited to hang out with someone outside of work. Looks like my night just got a whole lot better. Maybe I should stop being so quick to judge these guys. And maybe I should give Greg an answer since he looks like he may actually burst with excitement.

"What time?" I reply with a grin. Greg pounds the desk happily.

"As soon as the shift is over. Oh, and by the way, I kinda told Genevieve that I was working as an independent film maker. And I sorta told her that you were starring in my new project. Bye!" He bolts before I can point out the million things wrong with that story.

An invite to hang out. A date with a hot chick. A new identity, at least for tonight. Tonight, Archie the AV geek is replaced by Archie, the movie star.

That's even sexier than a CSI.