A/N: I don't own them. Please don't sue me.
CH.2
"So!" Nick slapped Warrick on the back as he rounded the corner towards the break room. "How was it?"
"Weird."
"Where's Sara? She told me Brass got healed by a witchdoctor?" Nick smiled and crossed his arms.
"Don't you have a case you should be working on?" Warrick stopped in front of the coffee maker, and poured a cup.
"I'm waiting for some results from Greg." Nick leaned up against the counter. "So what was it like, Man? I always wanted to go to one of those things just to see."
"Sara's with Hodges. I better go make sure he's still alive." Warrick drank down his coffee, and walked out.
"Oh, and Warrick?" Nick called down the hall.
"Yeah?"
"May I just say you have a lovely aura today. Yer just glowing." Nick burst out laughing as Warrick grumbled something rude under his breath, and walked on.
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"Whatta you mean, you can't find it? It's sitting right there." Sara gave Hodges a glare that might have frightened a more caring soul.
"By 'I can't find it,' I mean it doesn't show up as a known substance. I can't place what it's made of in any of my databases. The mass spectrometer comes up with nothing either." He shrugged, and eyed the metallic 'dagger' intently. "You say this came from the MUFON convention?"
"You're playin' me, aren't you?" She gave him a suspicious once over.
He handed her the printouts.
"Well, the machine must be busted." She glanced around the lab, then back down at the inconclusive readouts.
"That's what I thought too. I put in a call to the tech support gurus about an hour ago. Should hear back from them any time now." Hodges looked pleased with himself.
"Page me." Sara gave the foreign object another glance, left the room, and almost mowed Warrick down in the process.
"Whoa!" Warrick stepped aside, and grinned.
"Sorry!"
"Yeah you ought to be. I hear anything else about my 'aura' and I'm gonna bust heads." He grinned grimly.
"It wasn't me! Must have been Brass. Hey, take a look at this." She handed him the printouts.
"Hmmm. This on our murder weapon?"
Sara nodded.
"Weird. You must be lovin' this."
"Actually, I'd prefer a simple explanation." She smiled when she spotted Grissom walking towards them. "Grissom!" She waved the papers at him to get his attention.
"How's the case going?" He looked from Sara to Warrick.
"Confusing." Sara held the page out for him to see. He leaned in close, brushing against her shoulder. Warrick noted the closeness between the two, and smirked. He never saw Gris get that touchy feely with any of the others; not that he was complaining.
"Did Hodges forget to put the sample in before running the machine?" Grissom put on his glasses, and studied the readings.
"Tech support is on the way, but every test he ran came back the same. Unknown substance." Sara looked up at him to gauge his reaction.
"Keep me posted. Meantime, Brass is finished questioning the crowd that was outside the hall just before the lecture."
"You, um, spoke with Brass?" Warrick shifted uncomfortably.
"Yeah." Grissom chuckled, and walked away.
"Oh, that's so not cool." Warrick looked crestfallen.
Sara smiled at him, and called shotgun. She didn't feel like driving today. In fact, her stomach had been feeling lousy since they got back from the convention. She told Warrick she'd meet him at the car, and headed for the morgue. Just as she'd hoped, David was finishing up the last of cleanup from an autopsy.
"Hi, Sara!" He was always glad to see her.
"Hey, David, do you still have those pills for upset stomach?"
"Yeah. Sure. Let me finish up here, and I'll get them." He looked at her with concern written all over his face. "Rough case?"
"Not this time. Just feeling a little iffy." She smiled her thanks as she took the pills.
"Hope you feel better."
"Thanks, David." She waved, and headed out to the parking lot to meet up with Warrick.
TBC
CH.2
"So!" Nick slapped Warrick on the back as he rounded the corner towards the break room. "How was it?"
"Weird."
"Where's Sara? She told me Brass got healed by a witchdoctor?" Nick smiled and crossed his arms.
"Don't you have a case you should be working on?" Warrick stopped in front of the coffee maker, and poured a cup.
"I'm waiting for some results from Greg." Nick leaned up against the counter. "So what was it like, Man? I always wanted to go to one of those things just to see."
"Sara's with Hodges. I better go make sure he's still alive." Warrick drank down his coffee, and walked out.
"Oh, and Warrick?" Nick called down the hall.
"Yeah?"
"May I just say you have a lovely aura today. Yer just glowing." Nick burst out laughing as Warrick grumbled something rude under his breath, and walked on.
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"Whatta you mean, you can't find it? It's sitting right there." Sara gave Hodges a glare that might have frightened a more caring soul.
"By 'I can't find it,' I mean it doesn't show up as a known substance. I can't place what it's made of in any of my databases. The mass spectrometer comes up with nothing either." He shrugged, and eyed the metallic 'dagger' intently. "You say this came from the MUFON convention?"
"You're playin' me, aren't you?" She gave him a suspicious once over.
He handed her the printouts.
"Well, the machine must be busted." She glanced around the lab, then back down at the inconclusive readouts.
"That's what I thought too. I put in a call to the tech support gurus about an hour ago. Should hear back from them any time now." Hodges looked pleased with himself.
"Page me." Sara gave the foreign object another glance, left the room, and almost mowed Warrick down in the process.
"Whoa!" Warrick stepped aside, and grinned.
"Sorry!"
"Yeah you ought to be. I hear anything else about my 'aura' and I'm gonna bust heads." He grinned grimly.
"It wasn't me! Must have been Brass. Hey, take a look at this." She handed him the printouts.
"Hmmm. This on our murder weapon?"
Sara nodded.
"Weird. You must be lovin' this."
"Actually, I'd prefer a simple explanation." She smiled when she spotted Grissom walking towards them. "Grissom!" She waved the papers at him to get his attention.
"How's the case going?" He looked from Sara to Warrick.
"Confusing." Sara held the page out for him to see. He leaned in close, brushing against her shoulder. Warrick noted the closeness between the two, and smirked. He never saw Gris get that touchy feely with any of the others; not that he was complaining.
"Did Hodges forget to put the sample in before running the machine?" Grissom put on his glasses, and studied the readings.
"Tech support is on the way, but every test he ran came back the same. Unknown substance." Sara looked up at him to gauge his reaction.
"Keep me posted. Meantime, Brass is finished questioning the crowd that was outside the hall just before the lecture."
"You, um, spoke with Brass?" Warrick shifted uncomfortably.
"Yeah." Grissom chuckled, and walked away.
"Oh, that's so not cool." Warrick looked crestfallen.
Sara smiled at him, and called shotgun. She didn't feel like driving today. In fact, her stomach had been feeling lousy since they got back from the convention. She told Warrick she'd meet him at the car, and headed for the morgue. Just as she'd hoped, David was finishing up the last of cleanup from an autopsy.
"Hi, Sara!" He was always glad to see her.
"Hey, David, do you still have those pills for upset stomach?"
"Yeah. Sure. Let me finish up here, and I'll get them." He looked at her with concern written all over his face. "Rough case?"
"Not this time. Just feeling a little iffy." She smiled her thanks as she took the pills.
"Hope you feel better."
"Thanks, David." She waved, and headed out to the parking lot to meet up with Warrick.
TBC