Author's Note: One naughty word, sounds like yuck. I'm going to go clean
out Warrick's potty mouth...
"Alright Gil, just tell me her name." She finally said after hours of silence.
"What makes you think it's a woman?"
"Oh please, what else could it be, your cockroach died? You're a man and you don't want to talk about it, which must mean it has something to do with feelings. There is nothing so unnerving to a man than to talk about his feelings. So, again, I ask who is she?"
"I think we should go for that interview now." He said as he jumped out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom.
Lea smiled and rubbed her hands together, "dance puppets, dance!"
"I heard that!" Grissom yelled from the shower.
"Yeah, what're you going to do about it..." Lea mumbled to herself. She skipped down the stairs allowing Gil some privacy so he could get ready for work.
"Ma! Gil and I are going to work!"
"That's nice Cara!"
* * *
"So are we just supposed to work?"
"That's exactly what we're going to do." Nick said as he and Greg processed the crime scene.
"But Grissom-"
"Hey, the boss says work on the B & E that's what we do."
"Still haven't told Cath have you?"
Nick shook his head. "I don't know how to break it to her."
"So you think she doesn't know yet."
"Come on, Cat would have told us."
Greg just went back to work, not ready to comment.
* * *
"Warrick Brown?" Lt. Welsh asked as he entered the locker room.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"You got a dead body off the strip, Captain Brass is going to meet you there." He handed Warrick the slip, then started to leave.
"Who are you?" Warrick asked flabbergasted.
"Lieutenant Welsh, I'm your new supervisor. Now get to work, you were late coming in." He said not allowing Warrick to get a word in edge wise.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
"I see you've met the new boss." Sara said as she nosily opened her locker.
"What's up with that? Where's Griss?"
"Chicago apparently." She took a deep breath, "They have one of the worst crime labs in the United States, apparently they paid quite a lot to get him."
"Everyone's got their price huh?"
"Seems that way."
Warrick shook his head, seeming to believe that Grissom was capable of everything he had just heard.
"I guess that proves it," Warrick shut his locker.
"What?"
"You never really do know people."
* * *
"So you want me to tell the Captain to follow up on a case about stolen rubber duckies?"
Stanley Raymond Kowalski walked into the bullpen on the heels of his unofficial partner Sergeant Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
"Ray the man's living is dependent upon selling those 'rubber duckies' so it isn't just the toys they are stealing, they are stealing this man's very livelihood."
"You say it, you're the only one who could say all that without cracking up."
Fraser looked on his partner's desk, which was something his partner neglected almost always since it was usually filled with paper work that needed to be filed ASAP.
"Ray, you do realize this is the day that Dr. Grissom is supposed to start working here."
"Forget it Fraser, even he couldn't say that and keep a straight face."
"Actually I believe that we could use his assistance on this case."
"How?"
"Well for starters the dead body in the morgue."
"I still can't believe you think someone was killed over rubber duckies-"
"There may be evidence on the victim's clothes."
As Fraser sat there focusing on the case folder Ray rubbed his temples not so gently.
"If he knows what's good for him he'll transfer to Mexico."
"Alright Gil, just tell me her name." She finally said after hours of silence.
"What makes you think it's a woman?"
"Oh please, what else could it be, your cockroach died? You're a man and you don't want to talk about it, which must mean it has something to do with feelings. There is nothing so unnerving to a man than to talk about his feelings. So, again, I ask who is she?"
"I think we should go for that interview now." He said as he jumped out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom.
Lea smiled and rubbed her hands together, "dance puppets, dance!"
"I heard that!" Grissom yelled from the shower.
"Yeah, what're you going to do about it..." Lea mumbled to herself. She skipped down the stairs allowing Gil some privacy so he could get ready for work.
"Ma! Gil and I are going to work!"
"That's nice Cara!"
* * *
"So are we just supposed to work?"
"That's exactly what we're going to do." Nick said as he and Greg processed the crime scene.
"But Grissom-"
"Hey, the boss says work on the B & E that's what we do."
"Still haven't told Cath have you?"
Nick shook his head. "I don't know how to break it to her."
"So you think she doesn't know yet."
"Come on, Cat would have told us."
Greg just went back to work, not ready to comment.
* * *
"Warrick Brown?" Lt. Welsh asked as he entered the locker room.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"You got a dead body off the strip, Captain Brass is going to meet you there." He handed Warrick the slip, then started to leave.
"Who are you?" Warrick asked flabbergasted.
"Lieutenant Welsh, I'm your new supervisor. Now get to work, you were late coming in." He said not allowing Warrick to get a word in edge wise.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
"I see you've met the new boss." Sara said as she nosily opened her locker.
"What's up with that? Where's Griss?"
"Chicago apparently." She took a deep breath, "They have one of the worst crime labs in the United States, apparently they paid quite a lot to get him."
"Everyone's got their price huh?"
"Seems that way."
Warrick shook his head, seeming to believe that Grissom was capable of everything he had just heard.
"I guess that proves it," Warrick shut his locker.
"What?"
"You never really do know people."
* * *
"So you want me to tell the Captain to follow up on a case about stolen rubber duckies?"
Stanley Raymond Kowalski walked into the bullpen on the heels of his unofficial partner Sergeant Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
"Ray the man's living is dependent upon selling those 'rubber duckies' so it isn't just the toys they are stealing, they are stealing this man's very livelihood."
"You say it, you're the only one who could say all that without cracking up."
Fraser looked on his partner's desk, which was something his partner neglected almost always since it was usually filled with paper work that needed to be filed ASAP.
"Ray, you do realize this is the day that Dr. Grissom is supposed to start working here."
"Forget it Fraser, even he couldn't say that and keep a straight face."
"Actually I believe that we could use his assistance on this case."
"How?"
"Well for starters the dead body in the morgue."
"I still can't believe you think someone was killed over rubber duckies-"
"There may be evidence on the victim's clothes."
As Fraser sat there focusing on the case folder Ray rubbed his temples not so gently.
"If he knows what's good for him he'll transfer to Mexico."
