Chapter 3:
Somewhere the next day..
I'm staying home today, Grissom told me he didn't wanted me to get trauma's from my first day at work so he made me took the day off. Right, what's so traumatizing about having a gun aimed between your eyes? It isn't like he actually shot me, although he was already pulling the trigger. All right, so that might qualify as being traumatizing. Maybe I should take advantage of my day off; the kitchen is a real mess right now. I think that's because I tried to make a strawberry and kiwi swirl ice cream all by myself. It looks like a big tornado filled with ice-cream cones has raged through my kitchen. But then again, cleaning up means work; didn't Grissom explicitly forbid me to work today? So, no cleaning I guess. Maybe watching some television, that definitely doesn't count as work. Still in my PJ's I stumble to the couch and simply let myself fall down into the big cushions.
Alrighty, up to step 2. Turning on the television. Where's is that remote control? Maybe beneath one of the pillows? No. Drat. Just when I'm hanging upside down on the couch to look underneath it, I hear someone cough: "Ahem" ...another drat. With a terribly red head I try to focus on the person standing somewhere besides the couch. Hey, it's Nick..Wait a minute...he isn't supposed to be here. Thinking isn't very easy when all your blood is running to your head. "How did you came in?" Nick looks at me as if I'm doing something that normal people wouldn't do. "You let your door open" Oh...not very smart..: "Oh..Sorry...what are you doing here?"
Phew...time to share a little blood with the rest of my body. Sitting up straight takes some effort, but after a little time I manage to make my feet touch the ground and my head somewhere above it "Just wanted to check if you were okay" Of course I'm okay, just a little bit shaky. Why is he still looking at me? Glancing down, I feel the blood rushing to my head again..right...the PJ's: "I, erhm...I'll go and change clothes. Aren't you supposed to be at the lab?" "Nope, I took a long weekend off, told Grissom I was gonna think about this case while I'm at home" Strange, taking the day off while working at a case isn't the normal procedure.
Walking around in my bedroom it appears to me that my pants and remote control are working together on some evil plot. My pants disappeared too! Oh wait..under my bed. Hopping around my room with one leg in my pants I yell at Nick: "Would you like something to drink?" Aaaah...can't keep my balance....Hop..hop...thump, crash...ow, that hurts. Nicks' head pops around the corner: "You sure you're okay?" Then he sees me lying at the ground..wearing nothing more than only a bra, thong and my leg somewhere halfway down a pants. Great..can't you just shoot me? Terribly embarrassed at this moment, I wrestle my other leg in the damn piece of clothing. Finally, I stand up and try to find my sweater: "Sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting any visitors, and I just moved in here, so I didn't have the chance to clean up or anything" Nick doesn't answer, he just looks at me. Right..the bra thingy...erhm..Drat...he's way too cute. All nervous I take on the second wrestle challenge..only this time with my sweater. Argh...why do sweaters always have that nasty habit to get stuck around your head? "rmrfshmshelp!" Finally, that one he does understand. He grabs my sweater and pulls it down...ahh...air.
"So how about that drink now?" trying to avoid his stare I walk towards the kitchen. Bugger...not only is it a complete chaos in there, I also forgot to go to the store: "Erhm...do you like kiwi ice?" I stammer. Nick smiles, he probably finds it very funny seeing me so completely confused: "Sure, sounds great" He sits down on the couch, as I go into the kitchen. When I return in the living room, Nick has turned on the TV; apparently he was able to find the remote.
I give him the glass, it contains a white substance with some green and red things floating in it.
The TV shows the news, last night's murder didn't go unnoticed. Some stupid reporter claims this may be the work of some crazy serial killer. "Sure...and my name's Santa Claus" Nick mumbles. Looking at him I ask: "You seem to know more about this already then I do.. let's hear it" "Well...first, we've got an ID on the guy. Cole O'Brady. It seems he wasn't such a nice fellow after all. CIA and FBI have been looking for him for about 3 years now, Brass thinks we've got some new crime fighter in town.. only this one pretends to be police, jury and judge" .
Something he said makes me wonder: "But you don't think he or she is a serial killer?" Nick grins: "Keen observation, to be honoust, I do believe we have a serial killer here. But what I don't believe is that this guy is crazy" Hmm...sounds logical. "You seem rather confident that this crime fighting person is male, what gave you that idea?" Now Nick looks a bit guilty, as if he is going to tell me something I defenitly wouldn't like: "Just a feeling, we don't get many female murderers. Women just don't seem capable of doing such a thing" "Such a thing? Killing another human being you mean? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I know some persons who've met some women who were capable of that. Trust me, those people aren't able to tell the tale anymore".
A bit angry I take a sip of my drink. "Did your labspecialist find anything about those glitters?" "He only stated the obvious: It's purple and it sparkles. It wasn't used as a bullet by the way, otherwise the material those glitters are made off would've burned and you wouldn't have found anything about them" Now, tháts interesting. "Did they find a bullet?" "Doc Robbins didn't mention one, he asked if you could visit him first thing on Monday, he wanted to meet you and discuss the autopsy". Deeply in thoughts I nod. "And what about any suspects, or witnesses?" Nick sighs: "The only witness we've got refuses to talk because I shot him in the elbow, and the list with potential suspects is way too long to go around and interview them" Double drat. This is a bit depressing. Looking at Nick while he empties his glass a thought pops up in my head: "I'm in love" Yipes...where did that come from? I can't be in love with him, I barely know him! I must be tired or something.
"..do now?" Wake up call! "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, what did you say?" He doesn't seem angry or irritated, although this was the second time that I didn't listen: "I asked: what would you like to do now?" Kiss you and drag you into my bedroom...Argh..stop that, stupid brain "Ahem, erhm...what do you mean? Do, as in, going to the lab, or paying another visit to the crime scene?" Nick smiles: "Not exactly, since you're new in town, I thought it might be a nice idea to show you a little bit of Vegas". Oh..right..ofcourse...fun.. "Let's go then!"