Grissom arrived with Catherine and Nick, the latter toting a large majority of the equipment, mumbling something about being "grateful Cath sent the evidence ahead." Catherine smiled.
"Nicky, go check with Greg to see if he's finished analyzing Mr. Little's prescription. I need to know if they was anything besides Vicodin in that bottle."
"Sure thing, boss." He gave a teasing salute and headed for Greg's lab.
"Cath, you want to come with me to see Al?"
Catherine gave him a lopsided smile. "Sure."
Nick found Greg doing his usual bit of dancing around the lab while listening to his music. Nick recognized the song playing as When I'm Gone by 3 Doors Down. It was one of his favorite songs. People tended to think that since he was from Texas that all he listened to was country music. But Nick actually listened to a lot of rock too.
He reached over and turned the volume down to get the lab tech's attention. "As much as I like this song, I need to know if you've got anything for me Greggo."
"Oh, hey Nick," Greg said casually. "I just finished running samples from your guy's prescription bottle. Nothing out of place, just your usual fill of Vicodin for pain. No traces of anything else."
Nick scratched the back of his neck. "This is really starting to look like a simple heart attack to me. But the wife said he was a healthy guy. No history of heart disease in the family." He let out a sigh. "Thanks anyway."
"No prob, Nicky. I got to get back to running blood samples Warrick and Sara just brought in." With that Greg reached over and turned the volume up, giving Nick a cocky smirk. Nick chuckled and left.
Catherine and Grissom made a detour for the break room, hoping that Greg had made some of his coffee before banishing himself to the lab to run tests. Warrick and Sara were seated at the table sipping steaming coffee out of Styrofoam cups.
"Greg must have made his coffee," Catherine said.
Warrick nodded wearily. She looked from him to Sara, who also looked drained. "Jeeze guys. You've only been on this case for what? Two hours. You look like you've been at it for days."
"Shot gun blast to the head," Warrick said flatly.
"Gross," Catherine hissed in sympathy. Never a nice picture.
"So how's your case going?" Sara finally asked.
"Weird. Perfectly healthy guy drops dead for no reason. Wife thinks someone poisoned him."
"Nick's checking for Greg's results now," Grissom added, handing Catherine a cup of coffee. She accepted it gratefully and sipped carefully. Grissom took a drink of his, oblivious of the scalding liquid.
"Hey Gris," Nick poked his head into the room. "Got Greg's results." He held the sheet of paper aloft. "Simple pain killers, man. Nothin' more. I'm going to check if he had any other prescriptions Mrs. Little may have forgotten or not known about."
"Good idea Nick," Grissom said. Nick gave a nod and was off again.
"Well, Catherine. You ready to go see our body?"
She rolled her eyes and downed the last of the contents in her cup. "Sure thing."
Warrick popped into Greg's lab to see if he had any results. This time the "lab rat" was listening to his Staind CD. The song playing was It's Been Awhile. Warrick chuckled as the paused the CD.
"What is this?" Greg asked as he swiveled around in his chair. "Pick on Greg Day?" Sarcasm was dripping from his voice.
"No, it called Greg is at Work Day."
Greg sighed in defeat and rolled himself to the printer, where the last of the results were being printed. He took the paper and glanced at it before passing it to Warrick. "All blood samples are from your vic, except one. Unknown donor."
Warrick looked up from the paper and smiled. "Right now, I have my suspicions on my 'unknown' donor. Thanks Greg."
Greg waved a hand at him that said "don't mention it" and went back to his samples as Warrick walked away.
Grissom and Catherine were in scrubs and about to enter the morgue when Grissom's cell phone rang. "Grissom."
"Gil, it's Jim. I need one of your guys to process the scene of a drive-by."
He pinched the bridge of his nose, calculating who would be the best candidate. "Sure, I'll send Nick on over."
"Alright. Corner of Ballard and Moss. Lot across from Luna's Diner."
"Got it."
Grissom disconnected the call, and then dialed Nick's cell phone as he and Catherine pushed open the door to see what Al Robbins had on their body.
"Stokes."
"Nicky, I need you to meet Brass at the corner of Ballard and Moss in the parking lot across from Luna's Diner. Drive-by"
"Aww, man," Nick whined. "You know those suck, don't you?"
"I know. You still have to go."
Nick sighed. "Okay."
Grissom hung up and turned his attention to Doc Robbins.
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AN: Heehee! I just had to have Greggo listening to 3 Doors Down and Staind – a couple of my favorite bands. ;) And besides, 3 Doors Down is coming to the Oregon State Fair in Aug. and my friend and I got our tickets a while back. So I'm feeling giddy every time I hear one of their songs. And as for Nick liking 3 Doors Down, every Nick story I've read has him as a country music fan. But in the ep Abra Cadaver he knows Peckinpah's music and in an interview one time George said he was a "mood ring" when it came to music and that he liked U2, Godsmack and Pearl Jam. So while I think Nick probably does like country, I think he listens to a lot of rock to. ;b Heehee!
Thanks to everyone for the reviews. They help me so much. As for any ships, it's still up in the air.
