Title: Undecided
Author: Kelly Port
Feedback: donas13@aol.com Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Grissom and a new character Spoilers: This story is out of time with that of the show, it runs another path away from the last few episodes of season three with sometime before the arrival of the new character.
Rating: Not yet rated Summary: Moving Forwards. Disclaimer: CSI characters are not mine, although I really wish they were. However, all other characters are, as well as the idea. A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic and as much as I am an avid G/S shipper, I wanted to try an introduction of a new char. I believe, to my beta reader's surprise that this story was not Sara's story. Notes: Thanks Rox, you're the best. A special thanks goes to Rosa, for being there when I needed her. Archived: Yes, please!
Feedback is welcomed. No flames please as I don't think my exposed heart could handle it!
Chapter 4 Bug Man meets Bug Lady
Bree was just about to sit down with her cup of coffee and take a break while she waited for the report to come back from Greg.
When the door opened and in walked Nick, followed by Warrick, then Catherine and finally Grissom.
"Bree," Grissom started and was interrupted by Warrick who said "Nick tells us that you have solved a case based on a hunch, please do tell." Which resulted in Warrick receiving a look from Grissom that Bree would later come to know as the patented Grissom look.
"Nick, informs us all that you have solved the case based on your hunch," Grissom said as the rest of his team had all taken various sitting spots and had their eyes aptly bouncing back and forth from Bree to him.
Bree was about to respond when Brass came flying in through the door.
"What did I miss?" Brass asked slightly out of breath.
"Nothing as of yet, but Bree is about to prove her theory to Grissom," Nick answered before Grissom could say anything.
Which rewarded Nick with a glare form Grissom, which would be two as in as many minutes.
"Oh" replied Brass as he took a seat.
"What exactly is going on here," asked Bree.
"Well," Grissom started with and then continued after a pause to make sure that he would not be interrupted again.
"Nick has been on a mission for the last few minutes gathering everyone of us as you can now see, stating that we would all get a chuckle out of your hunch and some supposed expertise that you seem to have." Grissom finished and looked at Bree waiting for answer, not mention everyone else in the room.
She felt like she was at a tennis match, as she had watched everyone bounce from person to person and now they were all looking at her waiting to see what she would return with.
"Ahh, I really starting to feel as if I have been put in the middle of something. But here it goes. It all came to me when we were in the morgue and Doc Robbins said that he was waiting for the tox report to come back. Well, I started to put two and two together and had recalled that Brass had said that Mrs. Lapointe had just come back from a vacation in Australia and decided that I needed to check on a hunch, as far-fetched in my mind as it had seemed." At this point Bree took a breath and everyone looked at Grissom to see if he could decipher what she had just said.
Grissom looked around the room as he assimilated what Bree had just said, if he was right then he knew exactly what her hunch's conclusion was.
"There was a Redback on the toilet seat when I was there last night. I didn't see him in the dark but, boy, I felt his bite." Grissom rhymed, to the rest of the team's bewilderment.
Before he could continue, Bree interrupted him with "The Redback on the toilet seat, Slim Newton, 1972. However, he was misinformed and contrary to Slim Newton's famous song, the female Redback is generally the offender. Furthermore, there are
more than 200 Redback Spider bites requiring antivenom reported every
year."
"See," squeaked Nick in excitement. "Bug Man meet Bug Lady."
Laughter was starting to roll around the room, mean while Grissom and Bree stared at each other, however, for both entirely different reasons.
"The Australian Redback or Jockey Spider belongs to a group of spiders known throughout the world as Black Widows (genus Latrodectus)." Grissom replied.
"For many years, it was thought that most Black Widow spiders belonged to one cosmopolitan species, Latrodectus mactans. The taxonomy of the group is by no means settled, but the Redback Spider of Australia is currently thought to be a distinct species, Latrodectus hasseltii." Bree countered.
It was at this point that everyone looked from Grissom and then back to Bree waiting for one of them to say something.
"I am sure you thought that you were on to something, but the Redback is most often mistaken for the Garden Orb Spider or for that matter the common Red House Spider." Grissom finally responded.
"You're wrong," Bree said to the shock and amusement of the others in the room. "This specimen," as she handed the jar containing the spider to Grissom "is a female Redback, which usually has a black body and legs. The distinctive markings classifying it as a Redback are on the abdomen, the upper side carries the red stripe, beginning just in front of the middle; on the underside, there is a red area in the shape of an hourglass or two triangles. However, there are many variations on the typical pattern. The body may be generally light or dark brown; there may even be red markings in front of and beside the main red band, which may be light orange or faded red. This is a Redback Spider and it is responsible for the death of Mrs. Lapointe." finished Bree.
Grissom, while still intrigued by his newest CSI was starting to become a little tired, she was wrong and she just had to accept that and as he was about to voice this thought, he was interrupted as Greg walked into the break room.
As Greg walked into the break room he was confronted by an unusual sight, all of the team was in the break room, which was not so unusual per se but the group also included Brass and the whole team was sitting in various spots around the room, while Grissom and Bree were in the middle of the room looking as if they were in a stand off at the O.K. Corral, waiting to see who was going to draw first.
But before he had a chance to do or say anything Bree noticed him.
"Greg, there you are, do you have my comparison?" asked Bree.
"Yes" was all Greg could get out before Bree cut him short.
"The comparison, it was positive, it was a match, right" she blurted.
"Yup, it was positive. How." Greg never got to finish his question as Grissom turned around and grabbed the results out of his hands.
As a strange look began to spread over Grissoms face, everyone else in the room realized that Grissom just might have met his match. Making Bree four brand new friends without even knowing it.
As this new thought was dawning on the team they also saw a new expression came over Grissom's face, one that they actually did not want to see come to fruition. The four of them quickly stood and began mumbling excuses while heading for the door Nick grabbed the confused tech.
As Grissom read over the results he felt as if he had just come off a tilt- a-whirl, he was sure that Bree had been mistaken. How did she know so much, actually, what did she know? He never asked her credentials, what was her specialty? How did she know so much, wait, he already thought!
"Well, I guess you were right, beginners luck," Grissom mumbled.
"Excuse me," Bree replied. "First of all, if that was an attempt at an apology, you suck Sir. Second if that sly comment was in reference to my lack of age, I have experienced far more then you have in your whole life!" and with that note Bree walked past her new and most likely her former boss and grabbed the results out of his hands and stormed from the break room, with Liam close on her heels.
"What the hell was that? What had just happened?", Grissom wondered out loud.
"I believe that was your newest CSI putting you in your place," came a reply from the doorway.
"Jim, can you believe how she just acted to a superior?" Grissom asked.
"Ya, can you believe that she treated you like the ass, correction, the superior ass that you were being. Man, it's so hard to find good help these days," and with that wandered back out into the hall leaving Grissom standing in the break room.
Bree decided that now was as good as time as any to go and get fired. As she made her way towards Grissoms office, she made a mental note that at her next job she would just keep her mouth shut, ya right, who was she kidding. Her mouth was always getting her into trouble, ever since she was a kid.
Grissom was in his office, he had the lights turned down low and was trying to control the growing pain inside his head, he really should go home, everyone else should be gone by now. As he looked up, he thought he saw a similar figure in the doorway.
"Sara," he barley breathed her name as the figure came towards him, his mind was assaulted with images, images that he thought he had buried deep inside so long ago.
Author: Kelly Port
Feedback: donas13@aol.com Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Grissom and a new character Spoilers: This story is out of time with that of the show, it runs another path away from the last few episodes of season three with sometime before the arrival of the new character.
Rating: Not yet rated Summary: Moving Forwards. Disclaimer: CSI characters are not mine, although I really wish they were. However, all other characters are, as well as the idea. A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic and as much as I am an avid G/S shipper, I wanted to try an introduction of a new char. I believe, to my beta reader's surprise that this story was not Sara's story. Notes: Thanks Rox, you're the best. A special thanks goes to Rosa, for being there when I needed her. Archived: Yes, please!
Feedback is welcomed. No flames please as I don't think my exposed heart could handle it!
Chapter 4 Bug Man meets Bug Lady
Bree was just about to sit down with her cup of coffee and take a break while she waited for the report to come back from Greg.
When the door opened and in walked Nick, followed by Warrick, then Catherine and finally Grissom.
"Bree," Grissom started and was interrupted by Warrick who said "Nick tells us that you have solved a case based on a hunch, please do tell." Which resulted in Warrick receiving a look from Grissom that Bree would later come to know as the patented Grissom look.
"Nick, informs us all that you have solved the case based on your hunch," Grissom said as the rest of his team had all taken various sitting spots and had their eyes aptly bouncing back and forth from Bree to him.
Bree was about to respond when Brass came flying in through the door.
"What did I miss?" Brass asked slightly out of breath.
"Nothing as of yet, but Bree is about to prove her theory to Grissom," Nick answered before Grissom could say anything.
Which rewarded Nick with a glare form Grissom, which would be two as in as many minutes.
"Oh" replied Brass as he took a seat.
"What exactly is going on here," asked Bree.
"Well," Grissom started with and then continued after a pause to make sure that he would not be interrupted again.
"Nick has been on a mission for the last few minutes gathering everyone of us as you can now see, stating that we would all get a chuckle out of your hunch and some supposed expertise that you seem to have." Grissom finished and looked at Bree waiting for answer, not mention everyone else in the room.
She felt like she was at a tennis match, as she had watched everyone bounce from person to person and now they were all looking at her waiting to see what she would return with.
"Ahh, I really starting to feel as if I have been put in the middle of something. But here it goes. It all came to me when we were in the morgue and Doc Robbins said that he was waiting for the tox report to come back. Well, I started to put two and two together and had recalled that Brass had said that Mrs. Lapointe had just come back from a vacation in Australia and decided that I needed to check on a hunch, as far-fetched in my mind as it had seemed." At this point Bree took a breath and everyone looked at Grissom to see if he could decipher what she had just said.
Grissom looked around the room as he assimilated what Bree had just said, if he was right then he knew exactly what her hunch's conclusion was.
"There was a Redback on the toilet seat when I was there last night. I didn't see him in the dark but, boy, I felt his bite." Grissom rhymed, to the rest of the team's bewilderment.
Before he could continue, Bree interrupted him with "The Redback on the toilet seat, Slim Newton, 1972. However, he was misinformed and contrary to Slim Newton's famous song, the female Redback is generally the offender. Furthermore, there are
more than 200 Redback Spider bites requiring antivenom reported every
year."
"See," squeaked Nick in excitement. "Bug Man meet Bug Lady."
Laughter was starting to roll around the room, mean while Grissom and Bree stared at each other, however, for both entirely different reasons.
"The Australian Redback or Jockey Spider belongs to a group of spiders known throughout the world as Black Widows (genus Latrodectus)." Grissom replied.
"For many years, it was thought that most Black Widow spiders belonged to one cosmopolitan species, Latrodectus mactans. The taxonomy of the group is by no means settled, but the Redback Spider of Australia is currently thought to be a distinct species, Latrodectus hasseltii." Bree countered.
It was at this point that everyone looked from Grissom and then back to Bree waiting for one of them to say something.
"I am sure you thought that you were on to something, but the Redback is most often mistaken for the Garden Orb Spider or for that matter the common Red House Spider." Grissom finally responded.
"You're wrong," Bree said to the shock and amusement of the others in the room. "This specimen," as she handed the jar containing the spider to Grissom "is a female Redback, which usually has a black body and legs. The distinctive markings classifying it as a Redback are on the abdomen, the upper side carries the red stripe, beginning just in front of the middle; on the underside, there is a red area in the shape of an hourglass or two triangles. However, there are many variations on the typical pattern. The body may be generally light or dark brown; there may even be red markings in front of and beside the main red band, which may be light orange or faded red. This is a Redback Spider and it is responsible for the death of Mrs. Lapointe." finished Bree.
Grissom, while still intrigued by his newest CSI was starting to become a little tired, she was wrong and she just had to accept that and as he was about to voice this thought, he was interrupted as Greg walked into the break room.
As Greg walked into the break room he was confronted by an unusual sight, all of the team was in the break room, which was not so unusual per se but the group also included Brass and the whole team was sitting in various spots around the room, while Grissom and Bree were in the middle of the room looking as if they were in a stand off at the O.K. Corral, waiting to see who was going to draw first.
But before he had a chance to do or say anything Bree noticed him.
"Greg, there you are, do you have my comparison?" asked Bree.
"Yes" was all Greg could get out before Bree cut him short.
"The comparison, it was positive, it was a match, right" she blurted.
"Yup, it was positive. How." Greg never got to finish his question as Grissom turned around and grabbed the results out of his hands.
As a strange look began to spread over Grissoms face, everyone else in the room realized that Grissom just might have met his match. Making Bree four brand new friends without even knowing it.
As this new thought was dawning on the team they also saw a new expression came over Grissom's face, one that they actually did not want to see come to fruition. The four of them quickly stood and began mumbling excuses while heading for the door Nick grabbed the confused tech.
As Grissom read over the results he felt as if he had just come off a tilt- a-whirl, he was sure that Bree had been mistaken. How did she know so much, actually, what did she know? He never asked her credentials, what was her specialty? How did she know so much, wait, he already thought!
"Well, I guess you were right, beginners luck," Grissom mumbled.
"Excuse me," Bree replied. "First of all, if that was an attempt at an apology, you suck Sir. Second if that sly comment was in reference to my lack of age, I have experienced far more then you have in your whole life!" and with that note Bree walked past her new and most likely her former boss and grabbed the results out of his hands and stormed from the break room, with Liam close on her heels.
"What the hell was that? What had just happened?", Grissom wondered out loud.
"I believe that was your newest CSI putting you in your place," came a reply from the doorway.
"Jim, can you believe how she just acted to a superior?" Grissom asked.
"Ya, can you believe that she treated you like the ass, correction, the superior ass that you were being. Man, it's so hard to find good help these days," and with that wandered back out into the hall leaving Grissom standing in the break room.
Bree decided that now was as good as time as any to go and get fired. As she made her way towards Grissoms office, she made a mental note that at her next job she would just keep her mouth shut, ya right, who was she kidding. Her mouth was always getting her into trouble, ever since she was a kid.
Grissom was in his office, he had the lights turned down low and was trying to control the growing pain inside his head, he really should go home, everyone else should be gone by now. As he looked up, he thought he saw a similar figure in the doorway.
"Sara," he barley breathed her name as the figure came towards him, his mind was assaulted with images, images that he thought he had buried deep inside so long ago.