Warrick, Nick, Sara and Greg were sitting around the break room table when
Grissom entered whistling a little tune. He was oblivious to the shocked
looks and raised eyebrows of the majority of his staff. He ruffled through
some of the paperwork and frowned. "Forgot those questionnaires." He
mumbled. "I'll be right back."
"Bets?" Nick exclaimed.
"I think he got laid!" Greg said with a howl.
"Me too!" Nick grinned.
"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Sara grumbled. She was already confused and now a little dismayed. It had been extremely disquieting to see someone who looked so much like her on the morgue slab. She had wanted to see the suspect. She had quietly slipped out of the CSI building and rushed to the police station when she overheard Catherine tell Warrick that Grissom and Brass were interrogating a suspect. It became more upsetting when she heard Grissom's final little speech to the suspect, certain he was referring to her. She went by his townhouse the following morning when he didn't come to work that night to find he wasn't home. Not at work and not at home, now she wondered where he had been and whom he had been with.
Catherine entered the break room and headed straight for the coffeepot. She filled a cup then took a seat across from Warrick who, taking in the fact that she was wearing a turtleneck, smirked at her. She hid her own little grin by faking a cough.
"Ah! Good, everybody's here." Grissom said as he returned and casually passed out the questionnaires. "Okay, this is the latest from Human Resources." He was pleased with himself that he managed not to modify it in any way with the word 'crap' which was what he thought most stuff from HR was. In fact, he was pleased with himself in a lot of ways. "We're all to fill these out, turn them in and we'll be assigned a color which is supposed to help us get along better."
"How do we know what color we get?" Nick asked.
"It's assigned from the responses on your questionnaire. You'll find out later." Grissom replied.
"How are we supposed to know other people's color? I mean, this is kinda worthless if you don't know what color the guy is you're interacting with, right?" Warrick asked somewhat suspiciously.
"I have no idea." Grissom responded but he expected something completely stupid.
"Oh, God! They'll probably want us to wear little ribbons, or colored stars on our id's or some other ridiculous thing." Sara muttered.
"Okay, that's out of the way. Greg what's your schedule like tonight?" He asked, moving on.
"Most of the stuff I have is from dayshift. I've got autosamplers all loaded up so I just need to crunch data toward the end of shift." Greg replied. He'd been coming in early to free up time during his shift so he could get out in the field.
"Good. This is a little b&e at a warehouse office. You take it. Warrick, you go along and supervise. Take over if he has to come back to the lab. Okay?"
"You got it. Meet'cha at my ride in ten, Greg." Warrick said and headed for the locker room.
"Sara and Nick, db at the Swaying Palms Apartment Complex. Brass is already there." He said as he handed over the file.
"We're on it." They said in unison and departed.
"What am I doing?" Catherine asked as the room emptied.
"Help me with paperwork?" He asked with a little plea in his voice. "There's an avalanche on my desk. I'm in mortal fear of being crushed by it."
"Well, in light of recent events, I certainly don't want you crushed to death by paperwork. However, I suspect I'm being taken advantage of." She replied.
"That was this morning." He said softly, a little smile playing around his lips.
"Yeah, Right. Let me go put my jacket up and get more coffee." She wanted to kiss that little smile right off his mouth but headed for the locker room instead.
"Hey." She said to Warrick who was changing into a sweatshirt.
"Hey." He chuckled.
"What?" She demanded.
"Oh, nothing. First, you call me to cover shift cause he's sleeping at your place and you have the night off. Then, Gris comes in whistling a little tune and you have on a turtleneck. Covering something up?" He inquired with an arched brow.
"Yeah, beard burn. We're just trying to keep things quiet for awhile, Okay?" She pleaded.
"You know my lips are sealed. This is cool. You guys finally got together." He departed whistling his own little tune.
Finished!
"Bets?" Nick exclaimed.
"I think he got laid!" Greg said with a howl.
"Me too!" Nick grinned.
"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Sara grumbled. She was already confused and now a little dismayed. It had been extremely disquieting to see someone who looked so much like her on the morgue slab. She had wanted to see the suspect. She had quietly slipped out of the CSI building and rushed to the police station when she overheard Catherine tell Warrick that Grissom and Brass were interrogating a suspect. It became more upsetting when she heard Grissom's final little speech to the suspect, certain he was referring to her. She went by his townhouse the following morning when he didn't come to work that night to find he wasn't home. Not at work and not at home, now she wondered where he had been and whom he had been with.
Catherine entered the break room and headed straight for the coffeepot. She filled a cup then took a seat across from Warrick who, taking in the fact that she was wearing a turtleneck, smirked at her. She hid her own little grin by faking a cough.
"Ah! Good, everybody's here." Grissom said as he returned and casually passed out the questionnaires. "Okay, this is the latest from Human Resources." He was pleased with himself that he managed not to modify it in any way with the word 'crap' which was what he thought most stuff from HR was. In fact, he was pleased with himself in a lot of ways. "We're all to fill these out, turn them in and we'll be assigned a color which is supposed to help us get along better."
"How do we know what color we get?" Nick asked.
"It's assigned from the responses on your questionnaire. You'll find out later." Grissom replied.
"How are we supposed to know other people's color? I mean, this is kinda worthless if you don't know what color the guy is you're interacting with, right?" Warrick asked somewhat suspiciously.
"I have no idea." Grissom responded but he expected something completely stupid.
"Oh, God! They'll probably want us to wear little ribbons, or colored stars on our id's or some other ridiculous thing." Sara muttered.
"Okay, that's out of the way. Greg what's your schedule like tonight?" He asked, moving on.
"Most of the stuff I have is from dayshift. I've got autosamplers all loaded up so I just need to crunch data toward the end of shift." Greg replied. He'd been coming in early to free up time during his shift so he could get out in the field.
"Good. This is a little b&e at a warehouse office. You take it. Warrick, you go along and supervise. Take over if he has to come back to the lab. Okay?"
"You got it. Meet'cha at my ride in ten, Greg." Warrick said and headed for the locker room.
"Sara and Nick, db at the Swaying Palms Apartment Complex. Brass is already there." He said as he handed over the file.
"We're on it." They said in unison and departed.
"What am I doing?" Catherine asked as the room emptied.
"Help me with paperwork?" He asked with a little plea in his voice. "There's an avalanche on my desk. I'm in mortal fear of being crushed by it."
"Well, in light of recent events, I certainly don't want you crushed to death by paperwork. However, I suspect I'm being taken advantage of." She replied.
"That was this morning." He said softly, a little smile playing around his lips.
"Yeah, Right. Let me go put my jacket up and get more coffee." She wanted to kiss that little smile right off his mouth but headed for the locker room instead.
"Hey." She said to Warrick who was changing into a sweatshirt.
"Hey." He chuckled.
"What?" She demanded.
"Oh, nothing. First, you call me to cover shift cause he's sleeping at your place and you have the night off. Then, Gris comes in whistling a little tune and you have on a turtleneck. Covering something up?" He inquired with an arched brow.
"Yeah, beard burn. We're just trying to keep things quiet for awhile, Okay?" She pleaded.
"You know my lips are sealed. This is cool. You guys finally got together." He departed whistling his own little tune.
Finished!