I have a theory that I'd like to expound upon. It seems to me that the newer and more expensive a particular blouse that I'm wearing is, the more likely I'm going to encounter a decomp or at the very least a pretty grisly crime scene. Tonight was no different. Here I am working solo on a decomp that seems to have been here for a while and I'm wearing a designer original.
The last few nights I've worked with Gil, ok so we put in a few extra hours to compensate for the ones that we, uh, well, I think you get the idea. And just for future reference, know that office walls were not designed to be soundproof, at least to the extent that they've been tested recently. If I had any doubts about that, they were all erased by the expressions on the faces of a few lab techs as I walked by. I guess I should just be thankful that Hodges is on vacation.
Anyway, back to this case I'm on. I think it's a reflection on our society today that someone can be living downstairs from someone else for years and never know their name, and yet at the first hint of too much noise, or a bad smell, they immediately call the police rather than try and get to know their neighbors. Not that it would necessarily have changed things for this poor man. The smell is what made the downstairs neighbor call the police, and what a smell it was.
Some people, mostly people like Gil who considers himself a purist when it comes to forensics, would bemoan the use of Vicks vapor rub under the nose when investigating a crime scene like this one. I, however, disagree. I mean what's worse, trying to mask the smell of death, or throwing up and contaminating the crime scene? I'd have to say that throwing up would be far worse. I'm just glad that David has finally taken what's left of the body away. Warrick was supposed to meet me here, but he called and apparently the scene Nick and Sara are working is a huge mess. It started out being called in as a single homicide, but when they arrived, they found two more bodies, so here I am, working this one solo. I think it's a very good thing that Gil has another case he's working on. I don't think that I could concentrate on this one otherwise, and maybe it's a good thing that he can't see me wearing this blouse, which really was for his benefit.
I'm curious to know about how much time outside of work Nick and Sara are spending together. The tone in Warrick's voice when he told me he was going to their scene implied that perhaps things had moved past a simple peck on the cheek, or at the very least, they've been staring at each other like a couple of dopey teenagers.
I'm thankful that I'm pretty much done here. Unfortunately, this blouse is a casualty of the crime scene, but I don't think I'm going to be qualifying for victim's compensation to replace it.
I stopped by the store to pick up some lemons on the way back to the lab. You'd think with the proximity this store is to the lab that the checkers would get used to CSIs buying bags of lemons, but it seems like every time, I get a curious stare. By the time I get back to the lab, shift is almost over and I think I have enough time to take a shower and dispose of this blouse before grabbing a cup of coffee and seeing if Gil is going to be here for a while or if he wants to meet me at my house.
I cannot tell you how nice it is to get the smell of death off of your skin. I've changed into some fresh clothes and I feel like a new woman.
As I step out of the shower room and into the locker room, I see a sight that stops me dead in my tracks and I quickly shut the door, hoping that neither one of them saw me. A smile spreads across my face and I let out a soft chuckle as I lean against the door for a moment. I'll open it again in a few moments, just to make sure that they're gone.
Just as I suspected, the locker room is deserted when I emerge the second time and I stow my things in a duffel bag I keep in my locker and make my way out in the hall in search of Gil.
I can't help it that a smile spreads across my face as I stop in his doorway. He glances up and he can't restrain his smile either. I'm not sure what I'm thinking, maybe I'm not thinking at all, but I push the door to close it and walk over to him as he stands up. I really don't like being apart from him, and I throw my arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist, our lips meeting in a soft passion infused kiss that I'm sure could leave me breathless.
I say could because before I have the opportunity to have my oxygen supply depleted the door to his office swings open. Ok, so I didn't exactly hear it latch when I closed it. We break apart, apparently not fast enough to come face to face with Brass and Warrick; amused smirks etched on both of their faces.
I glanced at Gil and he just smiles at me softly. "I guess the secret is out of the bag."
I just nodded and smiled, turning around to face Warrick and Brass. The thing is, neither one of them seems to be all that surprised, so perhaps we didn't hide it as well as we thought we did.
Brass flashes one of his sardonic smiles and quips. "You know they say, love is blind, but the neighbors ain't."
Warrick just lets out a low chuckle. "Seems like there's a lot of this going around."
I think back to the locker room and I smile. He's right, there is a lot of it going around. I step away from Gil and smile at the two men in the doorway. "I'm going to head home. I'll see all of you tonight." I glance back at Gil and raise a single eyebrow at him and I know that he knows that I'll be expecting him shortly.
I turn and walk out of his office, winking at Warrick who chuckles again and make my way down the hallway towards the front entrance. I'm pretty sure that I'm getting a few looks from more lab techs and I think that the rumors about Gil and I have spread even to the dayshift. I'm fairly certain by this time tomorrow, everyone is going to know about that kiss.
I drop my sunglasses down onto my nose and head towards my car. I'm glad the night is over and I'm looking forward to spending a little quality time with my bug man. As I near my car, I glance up and stop as a smile spreads across my face.
There, a few parking slots away, are Nick and Sara, and they aren't just standing there. Apparently, what I'd witnessed in the locker room has moved to the parking lot, and they don't really seem intent on hiding it from anyone. The pair are engaged in a rather involved kiss and from all appearances, Sara doesn't really mind that Nick's got her pinned against the side of his Denali.
I'm not sure if they sense that I'm watching, but they pull apart and glance in my direction. A smile breaks out across Nick's face and he lifts his hand in greeting. Sara has a huge smile on her face and she reaches up to turn his face to hers again for another lingering kiss before breaking apart and taking Nick's hand and propelling him towards the driver's door. He shakes his head and walks her around to the other side to help her in before practically skipping around to the driver's side again and climbing into the vehicle. He grins at me and waves again as they drive off together.
I wave back and let out a chuckle. They really didn't seem to need a push after all.
The End.
The last few nights I've worked with Gil, ok so we put in a few extra hours to compensate for the ones that we, uh, well, I think you get the idea. And just for future reference, know that office walls were not designed to be soundproof, at least to the extent that they've been tested recently. If I had any doubts about that, they were all erased by the expressions on the faces of a few lab techs as I walked by. I guess I should just be thankful that Hodges is on vacation.
Anyway, back to this case I'm on. I think it's a reflection on our society today that someone can be living downstairs from someone else for years and never know their name, and yet at the first hint of too much noise, or a bad smell, they immediately call the police rather than try and get to know their neighbors. Not that it would necessarily have changed things for this poor man. The smell is what made the downstairs neighbor call the police, and what a smell it was.
Some people, mostly people like Gil who considers himself a purist when it comes to forensics, would bemoan the use of Vicks vapor rub under the nose when investigating a crime scene like this one. I, however, disagree. I mean what's worse, trying to mask the smell of death, or throwing up and contaminating the crime scene? I'd have to say that throwing up would be far worse. I'm just glad that David has finally taken what's left of the body away. Warrick was supposed to meet me here, but he called and apparently the scene Nick and Sara are working is a huge mess. It started out being called in as a single homicide, but when they arrived, they found two more bodies, so here I am, working this one solo. I think it's a very good thing that Gil has another case he's working on. I don't think that I could concentrate on this one otherwise, and maybe it's a good thing that he can't see me wearing this blouse, which really was for his benefit.
I'm curious to know about how much time outside of work Nick and Sara are spending together. The tone in Warrick's voice when he told me he was going to their scene implied that perhaps things had moved past a simple peck on the cheek, or at the very least, they've been staring at each other like a couple of dopey teenagers.
I'm thankful that I'm pretty much done here. Unfortunately, this blouse is a casualty of the crime scene, but I don't think I'm going to be qualifying for victim's compensation to replace it.
I stopped by the store to pick up some lemons on the way back to the lab. You'd think with the proximity this store is to the lab that the checkers would get used to CSIs buying bags of lemons, but it seems like every time, I get a curious stare. By the time I get back to the lab, shift is almost over and I think I have enough time to take a shower and dispose of this blouse before grabbing a cup of coffee and seeing if Gil is going to be here for a while or if he wants to meet me at my house.
I cannot tell you how nice it is to get the smell of death off of your skin. I've changed into some fresh clothes and I feel like a new woman.
As I step out of the shower room and into the locker room, I see a sight that stops me dead in my tracks and I quickly shut the door, hoping that neither one of them saw me. A smile spreads across my face and I let out a soft chuckle as I lean against the door for a moment. I'll open it again in a few moments, just to make sure that they're gone.
Just as I suspected, the locker room is deserted when I emerge the second time and I stow my things in a duffel bag I keep in my locker and make my way out in the hall in search of Gil.
I can't help it that a smile spreads across my face as I stop in his doorway. He glances up and he can't restrain his smile either. I'm not sure what I'm thinking, maybe I'm not thinking at all, but I push the door to close it and walk over to him as he stands up. I really don't like being apart from him, and I throw my arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist, our lips meeting in a soft passion infused kiss that I'm sure could leave me breathless.
I say could because before I have the opportunity to have my oxygen supply depleted the door to his office swings open. Ok, so I didn't exactly hear it latch when I closed it. We break apart, apparently not fast enough to come face to face with Brass and Warrick; amused smirks etched on both of their faces.
I glanced at Gil and he just smiles at me softly. "I guess the secret is out of the bag."
I just nodded and smiled, turning around to face Warrick and Brass. The thing is, neither one of them seems to be all that surprised, so perhaps we didn't hide it as well as we thought we did.
Brass flashes one of his sardonic smiles and quips. "You know they say, love is blind, but the neighbors ain't."
Warrick just lets out a low chuckle. "Seems like there's a lot of this going around."
I think back to the locker room and I smile. He's right, there is a lot of it going around. I step away from Gil and smile at the two men in the doorway. "I'm going to head home. I'll see all of you tonight." I glance back at Gil and raise a single eyebrow at him and I know that he knows that I'll be expecting him shortly.
I turn and walk out of his office, winking at Warrick who chuckles again and make my way down the hallway towards the front entrance. I'm pretty sure that I'm getting a few looks from more lab techs and I think that the rumors about Gil and I have spread even to the dayshift. I'm fairly certain by this time tomorrow, everyone is going to know about that kiss.
I drop my sunglasses down onto my nose and head towards my car. I'm glad the night is over and I'm looking forward to spending a little quality time with my bug man. As I near my car, I glance up and stop as a smile spreads across my face.
There, a few parking slots away, are Nick and Sara, and they aren't just standing there. Apparently, what I'd witnessed in the locker room has moved to the parking lot, and they don't really seem intent on hiding it from anyone. The pair are engaged in a rather involved kiss and from all appearances, Sara doesn't really mind that Nick's got her pinned against the side of his Denali.
I'm not sure if they sense that I'm watching, but they pull apart and glance in my direction. A smile breaks out across Nick's face and he lifts his hand in greeting. Sara has a huge smile on her face and she reaches up to turn his face to hers again for another lingering kiss before breaking apart and taking Nick's hand and propelling him towards the driver's door. He shakes his head and walks her around to the other side to help her in before practically skipping around to the driver's side again and climbing into the vehicle. He grins at me and waves again as they drive off together.
I wave back and let out a chuckle. They really didn't seem to need a push after all.
The End.