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But what does that whole "Mary Sue" thing mean? Forgive my ignorance
I sadly don't own CSI (WAH!), but Madison and the plot are all mine. I
dedicate this chapter to Jorja Fox who was hired back into CSI! WOOT! .
Chapter 2- Madison and the Slippery Floor.
So by now, I was really getting into this whole Crime Lab thing. It would enrich my mind scientifically and make me a better overall person.
That and the major hotties in lab coats. Hey, I got to have some fun.
We stopped by in a space-age computer lab where, Grissom informed me, they did their entire computer simulations and checking up on the resident computer whiz Archie (another hot dude) who was currently doing the simulation of a 50-story- jumper. Never knew there was an actual theory on how to predict the cause of the jump by how the body landed. Awesome.
As we continued our possibly endless trek through the hallway, we bumped into these two guys, who Grissom somewhat happily introduced to me as Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown, one of his top on field CSIs. Nick, being about 5'11, with dark hair and equally dark eyes and smiling an easy going smile; and Warrick being a 6'2 black dude with a mini fro and chocolate eyes and an excellent built, were definitely in my top 10.
"Nice to meet you Madison" Nick said. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants, did everyone here wear dark clothes? I looked down at my blue jeans and red shirt. I felt so out of place. "Hey, same here" Warrick added smiling. His voice was like melted chocolate. I smiled at both of them "Ditto, I hope I get to see you guys some more, you know to learn from the best". "Well, if you really want the best, you'll come to me, though Warrick is pretty good" Nick boasted jokingly. "If it helps you sleep better at night, but in this little place we called reality, I trump your card" Warrick retorted. I laughed, but I notice Grissom just stood there looking at us. Boy, not much of a sense of humor does he? "You both know your equally good" Grissom stated. Then looking at me "We still have ground to cover, we have to go and meet Catherine". "Oh she's with Sara in ballistics in that cop shooting" Nick quipped. Grissom nodded and started off down the hall while I waved goodbye to the guys and said my good-byes, then rushed to catch up with the fast paced Grissom.
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"You're in luck girls, the striations match from the bullet from the body and the one you got from Jameson." A male country sounding voice said from inside the room. Texan, maybe? "That places Jameson in the scene" a female voice this time. "But how can we prove that he wasn't force to shoot? The car was speeding at him. Reflex." Another female voice stated. "Brass in not gonna like this" the first female voice said sadly.
Grissom rapt on the blurred glass door that had the words "BALLISTICS" etched on. I saw a blurred shape approach the door and open it. A blonde woman in her early forties but not looking at all a bit old, opened the door. She was wearing a tan suit and a red shirt, apparently not everyone wore dreary clothes here with the exception of Greg of course. "Hey Grissom, who's the girl?" she asked, I identified her as the first female voice. She stepped away from the door so we could go in. I think I saw about every type of gun in that room. And a whole lot of bullets. Apart from that a couple of computers, microscopes and a large water tank with a weird funnel-like top were the only furniture there. Sitting in front of one of the microscopes was a lankly guy with curly reddish hair. He looked to be around in his 30's. Not so hot. I took it he was the male voice, obviously. And leaning against the desk next to the supposed Texan, was a tall, lean brunette with a serious expression on her pale face. She certainly was wearing a dull black outfit. Ugg. She reminded me of a female version of Grissom.
"Ladies this is Madison Wilkens, she's going to be an intern for a while" Grissom reported, "Madison these are Catherine Willows" he signaled the blond woman "and Sara Sidle" the remaining woman raised her hand from her side slightly. "Hello" I waved.
The women looked at each other, probably talking in that secret mute language only certain people can do. God knows the girls at school did it around me all the time. They were probably sizing me up and comparing notes.
"It's great to have you on the team" Catherine said smiling. "I'm sure we'll get along great," Sarah added, with a small smile. "Thanks, I hope to learn a lot from you guys" I returned politely. My mother did say I was here to learn, so I guess this was a good line. "Catherine," Grissom said all of a sudden "Greg told me you were looking for me. It seems we have a case" "Will you excuse us?" Sara said to the Texan dude. The guy nodded "Sure thing" and we all turned to leave. "Thanks!" Sara called over her shoulder. "Any time!" was her response.
Outside the Ballistic lab, Grissom and the ladies started walking down the hall. Did this hall ever end? I hope so, I was getting tired. I looked at my watch 7: 05. Still pretty early. I looked up and saw that the group was getting kinda far, turning into a room. "Ah!" I exclaimed and rushed down the hall.
I was nearing the door and tried to stop but I dunno if you've notice that labs have very slippery floors so my well worn Converse slipped n' sledded right by the door. But luckily I grabbed the door frame and stopped but not before I almost smacked right into the wall. "Oww!" I groaned.
I slowly turned around and stepped into the doorway to a dark office filled with jars containing...I dunno what. Grissom was sitting behind a desk, and eyebrow raised in my direction, and Catherine I knew was trying hard not to laugh and Sara was grinning, trying even harder not to crack up.
I grinned sheepishly "Heh, you should really do something about these floors" Please don't kick me out, my mom would kill me! That's when Catherine started laughing, soon followed by Sara. I notice Grissom wasn't laughing but was smiling.
I think.
A/N Sorry that part wth the Ballistics guy was so icky, but I totally spaced with his name. Ugg. If someone could fill me in with that I'd be much obliged. As always, please R&!! (
Chapter 2- Madison and the Slippery Floor.
So by now, I was really getting into this whole Crime Lab thing. It would enrich my mind scientifically and make me a better overall person.
That and the major hotties in lab coats. Hey, I got to have some fun.
We stopped by in a space-age computer lab where, Grissom informed me, they did their entire computer simulations and checking up on the resident computer whiz Archie (another hot dude) who was currently doing the simulation of a 50-story- jumper. Never knew there was an actual theory on how to predict the cause of the jump by how the body landed. Awesome.
As we continued our possibly endless trek through the hallway, we bumped into these two guys, who Grissom somewhat happily introduced to me as Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown, one of his top on field CSIs. Nick, being about 5'11, with dark hair and equally dark eyes and smiling an easy going smile; and Warrick being a 6'2 black dude with a mini fro and chocolate eyes and an excellent built, were definitely in my top 10.
"Nice to meet you Madison" Nick said. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants, did everyone here wear dark clothes? I looked down at my blue jeans and red shirt. I felt so out of place. "Hey, same here" Warrick added smiling. His voice was like melted chocolate. I smiled at both of them "Ditto, I hope I get to see you guys some more, you know to learn from the best". "Well, if you really want the best, you'll come to me, though Warrick is pretty good" Nick boasted jokingly. "If it helps you sleep better at night, but in this little place we called reality, I trump your card" Warrick retorted. I laughed, but I notice Grissom just stood there looking at us. Boy, not much of a sense of humor does he? "You both know your equally good" Grissom stated. Then looking at me "We still have ground to cover, we have to go and meet Catherine". "Oh she's with Sara in ballistics in that cop shooting" Nick quipped. Grissom nodded and started off down the hall while I waved goodbye to the guys and said my good-byes, then rushed to catch up with the fast paced Grissom.
:: ::
"You're in luck girls, the striations match from the bullet from the body and the one you got from Jameson." A male country sounding voice said from inside the room. Texan, maybe? "That places Jameson in the scene" a female voice this time. "But how can we prove that he wasn't force to shoot? The car was speeding at him. Reflex." Another female voice stated. "Brass in not gonna like this" the first female voice said sadly.
Grissom rapt on the blurred glass door that had the words "BALLISTICS" etched on. I saw a blurred shape approach the door and open it. A blonde woman in her early forties but not looking at all a bit old, opened the door. She was wearing a tan suit and a red shirt, apparently not everyone wore dreary clothes here with the exception of Greg of course. "Hey Grissom, who's the girl?" she asked, I identified her as the first female voice. She stepped away from the door so we could go in. I think I saw about every type of gun in that room. And a whole lot of bullets. Apart from that a couple of computers, microscopes and a large water tank with a weird funnel-like top were the only furniture there. Sitting in front of one of the microscopes was a lankly guy with curly reddish hair. He looked to be around in his 30's. Not so hot. I took it he was the male voice, obviously. And leaning against the desk next to the supposed Texan, was a tall, lean brunette with a serious expression on her pale face. She certainly was wearing a dull black outfit. Ugg. She reminded me of a female version of Grissom.
"Ladies this is Madison Wilkens, she's going to be an intern for a while" Grissom reported, "Madison these are Catherine Willows" he signaled the blond woman "and Sara Sidle" the remaining woman raised her hand from her side slightly. "Hello" I waved.
The women looked at each other, probably talking in that secret mute language only certain people can do. God knows the girls at school did it around me all the time. They were probably sizing me up and comparing notes.
"It's great to have you on the team" Catherine said smiling. "I'm sure we'll get along great," Sarah added, with a small smile. "Thanks, I hope to learn a lot from you guys" I returned politely. My mother did say I was here to learn, so I guess this was a good line. "Catherine," Grissom said all of a sudden "Greg told me you were looking for me. It seems we have a case" "Will you excuse us?" Sara said to the Texan dude. The guy nodded "Sure thing" and we all turned to leave. "Thanks!" Sara called over her shoulder. "Any time!" was her response.
Outside the Ballistic lab, Grissom and the ladies started walking down the hall. Did this hall ever end? I hope so, I was getting tired. I looked at my watch 7: 05. Still pretty early. I looked up and saw that the group was getting kinda far, turning into a room. "Ah!" I exclaimed and rushed down the hall.
I was nearing the door and tried to stop but I dunno if you've notice that labs have very slippery floors so my well worn Converse slipped n' sledded right by the door. But luckily I grabbed the door frame and stopped but not before I almost smacked right into the wall. "Oww!" I groaned.
I slowly turned around and stepped into the doorway to a dark office filled with jars containing...I dunno what. Grissom was sitting behind a desk, and eyebrow raised in my direction, and Catherine I knew was trying hard not to laugh and Sara was grinning, trying even harder not to crack up.
I grinned sheepishly "Heh, you should really do something about these floors" Please don't kick me out, my mom would kill me! That's when Catherine started laughing, soon followed by Sara. I notice Grissom wasn't laughing but was smiling.
I think.
A/N Sorry that part wth the Ballistics guy was so icky, but I totally spaced with his name. Ugg. If someone could fill me in with that I'd be much obliged. As always, please R&!! (