"Yeh Gris, we've finished up here. We're gonna head back to the lab now.
See you there." Warrick ended his call to their supervisor. "Grissom and
Sara have finished up over at their break in too and are going to head back
to the lab. He wants us there ASAP as there was another DB called in half
hour ago."
"Aw, man. Can this night get any more fucked up." Nick closed the back of the SUV and walked back to Warrick. "We are being hammered tonight. What about Cath and Greg. Can they go out."
Warrick shrugged, "Don't know he said they were headed back too so maybe he wants us to work together on this. Anyway, best not keep lord and master waiting. You driving or am I."
"No I'll drive. God knows I am better than you anyway," Nick smiled and headed around to the drivers side.
"Keep telling yourself that man, one day you will actually believe it," Warrick laughed.
__________________________________
Grissom sat silently in the passenger's seat while Sara drove back to the Lab. He still didn't feel as comfortable with her as he used to. Gone were the little flirts, the trading of ideas or theories. He missed that.
"So what is the DB that was called in," Sara broke the silence from the driver's seat.
"Not sure just yet. O'Reilly just said that DB found under suspicious circumstances at a Casino dig site. Not even sure if it is murder. Whoever gets there first will know I guess. Right now we need to get our evidence back to the lab and log it before we can think of going to another scene."
Sara nodded her head. "Are we going to it or are you sending someone else?"
"Depends on who finishes first." Grissom turned and smiled to his co worker. "Guess we are in a race. All of us a headed back to the lab as we speak, all of us have evidence to log, all of us want a job more exciting then the one we just did."
Sara smiled back, "Let the good times roll."
Maybe things could get back to the way they were. Grissom went back to his silent contemplation.
________________________________________
"OH, man, I am so sick of mucking up. Every scene I go to I get something wrong. Maybe I should reconsider this field work gig."
Catherine looked over at the passenger. "Greg, stop beating yourself up over this. It was no biggy. Everyone makes rooky mistakes. That is why you get sent out with us. So we can tell you what you are doing wrong and catch the mistakes before you make them. Man, if you only knew some of the stories from when I was learning. Tonight was nothing."
Greg looked over at Catherine. He liked working with Cath. He liked working with all of them but Cath looked out for him. She was the mother. Not just to him but to everyone. He nodded his head then smiled. "So what about those stories. What rooky mistakes did you make."
"Ah, I don't think so. They are in the vault." A sly smile crossed Catherine's mouth. "However, I could tell you some from your fellow work mates. But you must swear to me that you will NEVER tell them I told you. My life would not be worth living."
Feeling better Greg swore an oath and Catherine began.
________________________________________
It was 3:00am and the streets were deserted. The young man had just hot wired the coolest car he had ever seen and was currently doing 100mph along a straight stretch of road. That road wasn't that far from the LVPD crime lab.
_________________________________________
"He did not!" Greg exclaimed. Tears rolling down his eyes as Catherine unravelled a story about fellow CSI Warrick Brown when he was brand new on the job.
"I swear it is the truth. Nick gave him shit for months about that." Catherine was finding it hard to focus on the road as she was laughing so hard.
________________________________________
"You coming over tomorrow night to watch the game man?" Nick asked Warrick.
"Can't, got a date."
"With who? Not Karen from the PD. You know I have my eye on her," Nick smiled at his partner. They were very competitive and not only in their work.
"No not Karen."
________________________________________
"Grissom do you think that kid tonight was the one who robbed the place. He couldn't have been more than 10 years old."
"We won't know for sure until we look at the tape but it seems to be the main suspect."
Sara pulled into the next street on their way back to work.
_______________________________________
The top was down and the wind was blowing in his hair. Red lights! Who needs them.
He drove faster and faster. Let the cops try and chase him. There was no way the could stop him in this monster machine
_________________________________________
e H Grissom closed his eyes getting a little cat nap in as they approached the lab.
Sara continued to drive, deep in thoughts of her own.
_________________________________________
Warrick still was not giving up who his date was with.
Nick was asking if she had any single friends.
_________________________________________
Catherine was finally starting to control her fits of laughter.
Greg was looking out the passenger window feeling much better about his foe pah this evening.
__________________________________________
Too late. He sees the dark SUV coming though on the green as he enters the intersection on the red.
The car strikes the drivers side of the truck just behind where the driver sits. He sees the SUV wobble then flip, once, twice, three times. All this while his car is spinning around and he is flying through the air.
He lands heavily on the grass pathway.
He looks over at the van, the horn is blaring as it lies on it's passengers side. The front windscreen is smashed into thousands of pieces but still in tact. He can't see any movement in the car. He assumes the driver is dead. If there were any passengers they would be too most likely.
He lifts himself off the ground. He has broken ribs, he can feel them, but he is not going to hang around for the cops to turn up. He gets to his feet and stumbles away from the scene. He doesn't even call 911. Jail is not a place he wants to go back to anytime soon.
"Aw, man. Can this night get any more fucked up." Nick closed the back of the SUV and walked back to Warrick. "We are being hammered tonight. What about Cath and Greg. Can they go out."
Warrick shrugged, "Don't know he said they were headed back too so maybe he wants us to work together on this. Anyway, best not keep lord and master waiting. You driving or am I."
"No I'll drive. God knows I am better than you anyway," Nick smiled and headed around to the drivers side.
"Keep telling yourself that man, one day you will actually believe it," Warrick laughed.
__________________________________
Grissom sat silently in the passenger's seat while Sara drove back to the Lab. He still didn't feel as comfortable with her as he used to. Gone were the little flirts, the trading of ideas or theories. He missed that.
"So what is the DB that was called in," Sara broke the silence from the driver's seat.
"Not sure just yet. O'Reilly just said that DB found under suspicious circumstances at a Casino dig site. Not even sure if it is murder. Whoever gets there first will know I guess. Right now we need to get our evidence back to the lab and log it before we can think of going to another scene."
Sara nodded her head. "Are we going to it or are you sending someone else?"
"Depends on who finishes first." Grissom turned and smiled to his co worker. "Guess we are in a race. All of us a headed back to the lab as we speak, all of us have evidence to log, all of us want a job more exciting then the one we just did."
Sara smiled back, "Let the good times roll."
Maybe things could get back to the way they were. Grissom went back to his silent contemplation.
________________________________________
"OH, man, I am so sick of mucking up. Every scene I go to I get something wrong. Maybe I should reconsider this field work gig."
Catherine looked over at the passenger. "Greg, stop beating yourself up over this. It was no biggy. Everyone makes rooky mistakes. That is why you get sent out with us. So we can tell you what you are doing wrong and catch the mistakes before you make them. Man, if you only knew some of the stories from when I was learning. Tonight was nothing."
Greg looked over at Catherine. He liked working with Cath. He liked working with all of them but Cath looked out for him. She was the mother. Not just to him but to everyone. He nodded his head then smiled. "So what about those stories. What rooky mistakes did you make."
"Ah, I don't think so. They are in the vault." A sly smile crossed Catherine's mouth. "However, I could tell you some from your fellow work mates. But you must swear to me that you will NEVER tell them I told you. My life would not be worth living."
Feeling better Greg swore an oath and Catherine began.
________________________________________
It was 3:00am and the streets were deserted. The young man had just hot wired the coolest car he had ever seen and was currently doing 100mph along a straight stretch of road. That road wasn't that far from the LVPD crime lab.
_________________________________________
"He did not!" Greg exclaimed. Tears rolling down his eyes as Catherine unravelled a story about fellow CSI Warrick Brown when he was brand new on the job.
"I swear it is the truth. Nick gave him shit for months about that." Catherine was finding it hard to focus on the road as she was laughing so hard.
________________________________________
"You coming over tomorrow night to watch the game man?" Nick asked Warrick.
"Can't, got a date."
"With who? Not Karen from the PD. You know I have my eye on her," Nick smiled at his partner. They were very competitive and not only in their work.
"No not Karen."
________________________________________
"Grissom do you think that kid tonight was the one who robbed the place. He couldn't have been more than 10 years old."
"We won't know for sure until we look at the tape but it seems to be the main suspect."
Sara pulled into the next street on their way back to work.
_______________________________________
The top was down and the wind was blowing in his hair. Red lights! Who needs them.
He drove faster and faster. Let the cops try and chase him. There was no way the could stop him in this monster machine
_________________________________________
e H Grissom closed his eyes getting a little cat nap in as they approached the lab.
Sara continued to drive, deep in thoughts of her own.
_________________________________________
Warrick still was not giving up who his date was with.
Nick was asking if she had any single friends.
_________________________________________
Catherine was finally starting to control her fits of laughter.
Greg was looking out the passenger window feeling much better about his foe pah this evening.
__________________________________________
Too late. He sees the dark SUV coming though on the green as he enters the intersection on the red.
The car strikes the drivers side of the truck just behind where the driver sits. He sees the SUV wobble then flip, once, twice, three times. All this while his car is spinning around and he is flying through the air.
He lands heavily on the grass pathway.
He looks over at the van, the horn is blaring as it lies on it's passengers side. The front windscreen is smashed into thousands of pieces but still in tact. He can't see any movement in the car. He assumes the driver is dead. If there were any passengers they would be too most likely.
He lifts himself off the ground. He has broken ribs, he can feel them, but he is not going to hang around for the cops to turn up. He gets to his feet and stumbles away from the scene. He doesn't even call 911. Jail is not a place he wants to go back to anytime soon.