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original characters i.e. all those you have never seen on the show.
Summary: Lillian Marie Carter is the goddaughter of CSI Gil Grissom. She has grown up with a love for anything that has to do with forensic science. At the age of nineteen, Lilly joins her godfather as the Dugey Howser of his team. Lilly's first assignment is a murder case that she works with Nick Stokes, who as a CSI 3, feels he should not have to work with a "kid." Lilly is drawn to Nick's love for his job, and it's not long before she's falling head over heels for him. Enter lab technician Greg, who Lilly immediately bumps heads with. Greg, however, feels an intense connection with the teen. Over time, as they work side by side, Lilly feels an attraction to Greg as well. Add in Nick's growing feelings for Lilly, and you have a CSI soap opera.
Spoilers: This story has no set time frame.
Lilly of the Valley
Chapter 1
It was a warm day in Las Vegas, Nevada, of course when you live in the desert every day is a warm day. The sun reflected off the glass windows of the many casinos and hotels. Tourists filled the streets of the bustling city, and the Vegas natives shared laughs over the gawking visitors. The airport was no exception to the masses. People crowded together as they tried to make their way to wherever it was they needed to get. If you weren't careful, and watching every step you took, you were certain to run into at least one person. In the compressed space it was difficult to breathe, and tensions ran high.
"I'm SO sorry sir." Lilly Carter said as she bumped into yet another person, "I swear I didn't see you."
The man growled at the young woman and continued on his way. Lilly breathed deeply and choked on the foul air that tasted of cigarette smoke and sweaty bodies. Finally Lilly reached the door and emerged out of the airport and into the hustle and bustle of the City of Sin. Her godfather, who had been the one to ask Lilly to come to Vegas, had been unable to meet her at the airport. After a half an hour of trying to get a cab, Lilly finally succeed. She jumped into the yellow car before someone could steal it from her, and gave the cabby the address her godfather had given her. She watched in fascination as the tall, impressive buildings flashed across the windows of the cab.
"Here we are miss," The cabby said, " Las Vegas Apartment Complex."
"Thanks." Lilly responded with a smile. She paid the driver and unloaded her bags from the trunk. She read the sheet of paper that her godfather had given her. 'Apartment 38' it said. Lilly looked at the small complex that resided in a less populated area of the city. It looked respectable, and the neighborhood seemed good enough. Lilly picked up her bags and went in search of the apartment that her godfather had rented for her. Lilly had been called to Las Vegas by her godfather Gil Grissom. Gil worked for the Las Vegas police department as a crime scene investigator. Lilly had always idolized him, and so it was no surprise that when she had gone to college at the age of twelve, she had majored in forensic science. Lilly was a genius, and when it came to college, she was a regular whiz kid. She had completed all the required courses by the time her four years were up at the age of sixteen. After that she had continued her schooling for three more years to gain her masters degree. Now out of school, Lilly had received a phone call from Gil, asking her to come and take the place of one of the CSIs. Sarah Sidle was leaving the Vegas office to work in LA, leaving Gil short a CSI. Lilly had been ecstatic when he called her. She had been waiting for job to come up. Lilly may be a genius, but nobody wanted to hire a teenager, no matter how smart she might be. Lilly had immediately jumped on the opportunity, and after her godfather had promised her parents he would look after her, she was boarding a plane bound for Las Vegas.
The young woman climbed the iron stairs up to the second floor of the complex, her bags clanking behind her. She searched the walkway for her apartment and found it in the middle. Lilly reached into her purse, found the key, and unlocked the door to her new home. It wasn't an overly large apartment, but it was big enough for one person. The door opened into the living room, which was already furnished with a plush couch, a few lamps, two nice end tables, a recliner, and an entertainment system. The living room had two doors branching off it. Lilly looked through the one to her left. Through that door was a small hallway which led to a beautifully decorated bedroom with a queen sized bed, dresser, and a window with a view of the city. She walked out of the bedroom and across the hall was a bathroom with a shower/bathtub, toilet, and sink. The other doorway in the living room led to a kitchen with all the modern conveniences, and a small, but nice dining room. Lilly smiled to herself. She never knew her godfather had such great taste. He had done an excellent job in picking out an apartment for her. She walked back to the bedroom and began to unpack.
~*~*~
When Lilly had finished unpacking, she dialed the number for a cab company. The cab came and drove her to the forensic lab so she could greet her godfather and meet her co-workers before she started work the next day.
The cab pulled in front of the lab, Lilly paid the driver and got out. The forensic lab was a major difference to the city around it. Where as Las Vegas was bustling with excitement, the lab barely looked alive. A couple people walked in and out the glass doors, and the parking lot was full of cars, but there seemed to be no action going on around the building. Lilly clutched her purse to her side, drew a calming breath, and walked through the doors.
"Can I help you miss?" the receptionist asked. Lilly walked over to her.
"Actually you can," she said, "I'm looking for Gil Grissom, can you tell me where I can find him."
"His office is the third one down corridor B, if he's not there check the chemical lab which is down corridor D." the lady said, she reached in one of the desk's drawers. "Here is a visitor's pass." Lilly smiled her thanks to the older woman as she clipped the pass to the strap on her purse and walked down the hall.
~*~*~
Greg watched as the sample Grissom gave him ran through the analyzer. He tried to make small talk with the intimidating older man, but Grissom gave him a stern look, telling him that work was no place to crack jokes. Greg breathed a sigh of relief as a sheet of paper came through the printer.
"Well," he said, "it seems like your mystery goop is glue."
"Glue?" Grissom took the paper from Greg's hands and looked at it.
"Yes glue, more specifically the glue that comes on the back of stamps." Grissom studied the sheet as Greg sat there waiting for the thank you that was barely ever said.
"Excuse Me." a feminine voice filled the room, Greg looked over his boss's shoulder at the woman who stood there. His jaw dropped as he stared at her.
Mocha brown hair fell down her back in wavy curls. Almond shaped sapphire eyes stared uncertainly in the room. A gentle, self-conscious smile tugged at her full lips. She wasn't overtly skinny, nor was she fat, she had a well-rounded figure that was shaped like an hourglass. Worn jeans that looked like they had seen the inside of the washing machine quite a few times hugged her hips. A pale blue blouse that was unbuttoned covered a plain white tank top. Gorgeous couldn't even begin to describe her. Exotic, mystifying, alluring, now those were words that could do this woman justice.
"What can I help you with?" Grissom asked as he turned around. Greg watched as a rare smile covered Grissom's face.
"Uncle Gil," the woman exclaimed embracing the older man. Greg couldn't believe that Gil Grissom allowed someone to hug him.
"Lilly," the tough man replied returned the hug, "when did you get in?"
"Just a few hours ago, I would have called you, but I lost the cell number." The woman replied.
Greg was never someone who liked to be out of the loop, so he cleared his throat loudly to get Grissom's attention. It worked. Grissom broke from the embrace and looked at the lab technician.
"Greg this is my goddaughter Lilly Carter. She's the CSI I called in to take Sarah's job."
Greg gave the woman another once over. She didn't seem old enough to have graduated high school! No way was she a forensic scientist.
"You've got to be kidding Me," he said, "You can't be out of high school yet."
~*~*~
Lilly couldn't believe the nerve of that spiky haired punk. Who did he think he was looking her like she was a piece of meat and he was a hungry dog? Then he had the audacity to question her genius. She made her mind up then and there that she didn't like this Greg guy, but for the sake of her godfather, and her job, she would make herself get along with him.
"I beg your pardon," Lilly said to him, "but I have a masters degree in forensic science, and a bachelors in criminal justice. Both of which I acquired from Harvard University."
~*~*~
Greg liked her spunk. She didn't take crap from anybody, and he could tell that she would be interesting to watch in the field. What he would pay to see her interrogating some jerk that was lying his head off.
"And how old ARE you?" Greg asked, "You can't be a day over seventeen."
"I'm nineteen thank you very much." She said drawing herself up to her full height. If Greg had stood they would have been eye level. He was about to retort when Grissom stepped in.
"Now that you two have gotten in your sparing time, Lilly I want to show you around the lab."
"Alright." Lilly said turning away from Greg. Grissom took her by the arm and led her out of the chemical lab. Greg smirked to himself; yes this would be a very interesting place now that Lilly was here.
~*~*~
Well I hope you all liked the first chapter of this story. There are some things I should tell you before I start the next chapter. First of all, I know NOTHING about science, so any scientific talk that goes on in the story will most likely be made up. Second, I know nothing about how the forensic lab is set up, so I'm probably gonna make all that up too. And third, I know it seemed like Lilly was bragging about going to Harvard, but she wasn't, she's just tired of people not believing that she's a college graduate.
Anyway I hope that you enjoyed this even a little, and I hope that you will review, because without reviews this story will not continue. Thank you.
PS. I'm going to take a poll about who Lilly will ultimately end up with. Please cast your vote for either Nick or Greg. The person with the most votes will win.
Summary: Lillian Marie Carter is the goddaughter of CSI Gil Grissom. She has grown up with a love for anything that has to do with forensic science. At the age of nineteen, Lilly joins her godfather as the Dugey Howser of his team. Lilly's first assignment is a murder case that she works with Nick Stokes, who as a CSI 3, feels he should not have to work with a "kid." Lilly is drawn to Nick's love for his job, and it's not long before she's falling head over heels for him. Enter lab technician Greg, who Lilly immediately bumps heads with. Greg, however, feels an intense connection with the teen. Over time, as they work side by side, Lilly feels an attraction to Greg as well. Add in Nick's growing feelings for Lilly, and you have a CSI soap opera.
Spoilers: This story has no set time frame.
Lilly of the Valley
Chapter 1
It was a warm day in Las Vegas, Nevada, of course when you live in the desert every day is a warm day. The sun reflected off the glass windows of the many casinos and hotels. Tourists filled the streets of the bustling city, and the Vegas natives shared laughs over the gawking visitors. The airport was no exception to the masses. People crowded together as they tried to make their way to wherever it was they needed to get. If you weren't careful, and watching every step you took, you were certain to run into at least one person. In the compressed space it was difficult to breathe, and tensions ran high.
"I'm SO sorry sir." Lilly Carter said as she bumped into yet another person, "I swear I didn't see you."
The man growled at the young woman and continued on his way. Lilly breathed deeply and choked on the foul air that tasted of cigarette smoke and sweaty bodies. Finally Lilly reached the door and emerged out of the airport and into the hustle and bustle of the City of Sin. Her godfather, who had been the one to ask Lilly to come to Vegas, had been unable to meet her at the airport. After a half an hour of trying to get a cab, Lilly finally succeed. She jumped into the yellow car before someone could steal it from her, and gave the cabby the address her godfather had given her. She watched in fascination as the tall, impressive buildings flashed across the windows of the cab.
"Here we are miss," The cabby said, " Las Vegas Apartment Complex."
"Thanks." Lilly responded with a smile. She paid the driver and unloaded her bags from the trunk. She read the sheet of paper that her godfather had given her. 'Apartment 38' it said. Lilly looked at the small complex that resided in a less populated area of the city. It looked respectable, and the neighborhood seemed good enough. Lilly picked up her bags and went in search of the apartment that her godfather had rented for her. Lilly had been called to Las Vegas by her godfather Gil Grissom. Gil worked for the Las Vegas police department as a crime scene investigator. Lilly had always idolized him, and so it was no surprise that when she had gone to college at the age of twelve, she had majored in forensic science. Lilly was a genius, and when it came to college, she was a regular whiz kid. She had completed all the required courses by the time her four years were up at the age of sixteen. After that she had continued her schooling for three more years to gain her masters degree. Now out of school, Lilly had received a phone call from Gil, asking her to come and take the place of one of the CSIs. Sarah Sidle was leaving the Vegas office to work in LA, leaving Gil short a CSI. Lilly had been ecstatic when he called her. She had been waiting for job to come up. Lilly may be a genius, but nobody wanted to hire a teenager, no matter how smart she might be. Lilly had immediately jumped on the opportunity, and after her godfather had promised her parents he would look after her, she was boarding a plane bound for Las Vegas.
The young woman climbed the iron stairs up to the second floor of the complex, her bags clanking behind her. She searched the walkway for her apartment and found it in the middle. Lilly reached into her purse, found the key, and unlocked the door to her new home. It wasn't an overly large apartment, but it was big enough for one person. The door opened into the living room, which was already furnished with a plush couch, a few lamps, two nice end tables, a recliner, and an entertainment system. The living room had two doors branching off it. Lilly looked through the one to her left. Through that door was a small hallway which led to a beautifully decorated bedroom with a queen sized bed, dresser, and a window with a view of the city. She walked out of the bedroom and across the hall was a bathroom with a shower/bathtub, toilet, and sink. The other doorway in the living room led to a kitchen with all the modern conveniences, and a small, but nice dining room. Lilly smiled to herself. She never knew her godfather had such great taste. He had done an excellent job in picking out an apartment for her. She walked back to the bedroom and began to unpack.
~*~*~
When Lilly had finished unpacking, she dialed the number for a cab company. The cab came and drove her to the forensic lab so she could greet her godfather and meet her co-workers before she started work the next day.
The cab pulled in front of the lab, Lilly paid the driver and got out. The forensic lab was a major difference to the city around it. Where as Las Vegas was bustling with excitement, the lab barely looked alive. A couple people walked in and out the glass doors, and the parking lot was full of cars, but there seemed to be no action going on around the building. Lilly clutched her purse to her side, drew a calming breath, and walked through the doors.
"Can I help you miss?" the receptionist asked. Lilly walked over to her.
"Actually you can," she said, "I'm looking for Gil Grissom, can you tell me where I can find him."
"His office is the third one down corridor B, if he's not there check the chemical lab which is down corridor D." the lady said, she reached in one of the desk's drawers. "Here is a visitor's pass." Lilly smiled her thanks to the older woman as she clipped the pass to the strap on her purse and walked down the hall.
~*~*~
Greg watched as the sample Grissom gave him ran through the analyzer. He tried to make small talk with the intimidating older man, but Grissom gave him a stern look, telling him that work was no place to crack jokes. Greg breathed a sigh of relief as a sheet of paper came through the printer.
"Well," he said, "it seems like your mystery goop is glue."
"Glue?" Grissom took the paper from Greg's hands and looked at it.
"Yes glue, more specifically the glue that comes on the back of stamps." Grissom studied the sheet as Greg sat there waiting for the thank you that was barely ever said.
"Excuse Me." a feminine voice filled the room, Greg looked over his boss's shoulder at the woman who stood there. His jaw dropped as he stared at her.
Mocha brown hair fell down her back in wavy curls. Almond shaped sapphire eyes stared uncertainly in the room. A gentle, self-conscious smile tugged at her full lips. She wasn't overtly skinny, nor was she fat, she had a well-rounded figure that was shaped like an hourglass. Worn jeans that looked like they had seen the inside of the washing machine quite a few times hugged her hips. A pale blue blouse that was unbuttoned covered a plain white tank top. Gorgeous couldn't even begin to describe her. Exotic, mystifying, alluring, now those were words that could do this woman justice.
"What can I help you with?" Grissom asked as he turned around. Greg watched as a rare smile covered Grissom's face.
"Uncle Gil," the woman exclaimed embracing the older man. Greg couldn't believe that Gil Grissom allowed someone to hug him.
"Lilly," the tough man replied returned the hug, "when did you get in?"
"Just a few hours ago, I would have called you, but I lost the cell number." The woman replied.
Greg was never someone who liked to be out of the loop, so he cleared his throat loudly to get Grissom's attention. It worked. Grissom broke from the embrace and looked at the lab technician.
"Greg this is my goddaughter Lilly Carter. She's the CSI I called in to take Sarah's job."
Greg gave the woman another once over. She didn't seem old enough to have graduated high school! No way was she a forensic scientist.
"You've got to be kidding Me," he said, "You can't be out of high school yet."
~*~*~
Lilly couldn't believe the nerve of that spiky haired punk. Who did he think he was looking her like she was a piece of meat and he was a hungry dog? Then he had the audacity to question her genius. She made her mind up then and there that she didn't like this Greg guy, but for the sake of her godfather, and her job, she would make herself get along with him.
"I beg your pardon," Lilly said to him, "but I have a masters degree in forensic science, and a bachelors in criminal justice. Both of which I acquired from Harvard University."
~*~*~
Greg liked her spunk. She didn't take crap from anybody, and he could tell that she would be interesting to watch in the field. What he would pay to see her interrogating some jerk that was lying his head off.
"And how old ARE you?" Greg asked, "You can't be a day over seventeen."
"I'm nineteen thank you very much." She said drawing herself up to her full height. If Greg had stood they would have been eye level. He was about to retort when Grissom stepped in.
"Now that you two have gotten in your sparing time, Lilly I want to show you around the lab."
"Alright." Lilly said turning away from Greg. Grissom took her by the arm and led her out of the chemical lab. Greg smirked to himself; yes this would be a very interesting place now that Lilly was here.
~*~*~
Well I hope you all liked the first chapter of this story. There are some things I should tell you before I start the next chapter. First of all, I know NOTHING about science, so any scientific talk that goes on in the story will most likely be made up. Second, I know nothing about how the forensic lab is set up, so I'm probably gonna make all that up too. And third, I know it seemed like Lilly was bragging about going to Harvard, but she wasn't, she's just tired of people not believing that she's a college graduate.
Anyway I hope that you enjoyed this even a little, and I hope that you will review, because without reviews this story will not continue. Thank you.
PS. I'm going to take a poll about who Lilly will ultimately end up with. Please cast your vote for either Nick or Greg. The person with the most votes will win.