Chapter 05: Film at Eleven

It was a slow night at the Las Vegas CSI Lab. Catherine Willows was acting as supervisor. No new cases had come in so everyone had trooped into Grissom's office and grabbed a pile of Grissom's paperwork and trudged back to the break room. Cath said Grissom offered to pay for a pizza paperwork party. She was sure that she'd be able to convince Gris of this when he came back to work Monday.

They had managed to work through about a third of the piles when Greg Sanders came rushing into the room. "Greggo. What's up! Where's the fire!" Nick asked. Greg paused to catch his breath. "My friend at the newspaper just called me. Quick turn on the television. Gris is on TV!"

"What!" Cath shouted. "Quick, Warrick turn on the tube." Warrick picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

"And now for a lighter side of the news. As every one knows we are currently in the midst of the emergence of the 5 year cicadas. And it seems one young man has found them to be a source of amusement." As the newscaster spoke those words, video showing Aaron Grissom jumping up & down trying to grab cicadas while Sara was stuffing them into a plastic bag as fast as she could. Patients were hurrying through the outer door.

"Hey look its GC." Nick cried. The team's nickname for Aaron was Grissom's Clone, GC for short. Everyone was laughing. In the 2 years since Aaron's arrival, they had all been victims of little Aaron's peculiar logic involving "bugs". He was truly Grissom's son. The video panned over to a shot of the dentist looking quite disheveled and forlorn. You could just make out 3 or 4 cicadas crawling through his hair. At that moment you could hear Sara's voice over the chaos. "Oh Dr. Irey I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say…Dr. Irey where is my husband?"

"Dr. Irey where is my husband?" Sara rushed into the inner office. Gil was just starting to come around, making unintelligible noises. The side of his face was turning purple and beginning to swell. "Oh my poor Gil" Sara cried as she rushed forward. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry"…she muttered as she rained kisses on his poor bruised face.

Everyone in the break room yelled. "PDA…PDA". Even Cath was hysterical. But she was also wondering what would happen on Monday when Grissom & Sara came back to work. The lab could be in for a major blowup. But for now everything was laughter.

The last thing everyone yelled as the video faded out on the bruised and dazed face of Dr. Gilbert Grissom, famed forensic entomologist. "Desert Palm!"

The hysteria was totally unbridled as GC's last whispered sentence echoed through the room. "And no one will find you."