Chapter 4.
Grissom was sitting in his office, phone held in hand. This has to be the worst thing ever, thought Grissom. He dialled the number.
"Hello. Is that Mrs Stokes? This is Gil Grissom from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Would you mind coming down. I have something very important to tell you. Thank you, see you in about half and hour."
How am I going to tell them their son has died, thought Grissom. Maybe if Catherine was there. I know I'll call her.
"Willows."
"Hey, it's Gil. Where are you?"
"I'm in the evidence room. Why?"
"When you've finished, could you come and see me please."
"Yeah, sure."
Grissom and Catherine both shut their phones.
About 15 minutes later Catherine walked into Grissom's office.
"What can I do for you?"
"In about 5 minutes Nick's parents are coming to see me. I was wondering if ...erm..."
"Of course I'll stay."
"Thanks," as Grissom said this he saw two older people walking around the corner. He got up and walked out of his office leaving a worried Catherine behind.
Sara saw a woman, about 60 maybe, looking very anxious. As the women got closer she recognised some of her features. Then suddenly it dawned on her, it was Nick's mom, Mrs Stokes and next to her must be Nick's dad.
"Hello Mr and Mrs Stokes if you would follow me into my office please," said Grissom who had appeared behind Sara.
Sara walked slowly into the break room looking extremely worried.
"Who was that?" asked Greg.
"I don't want to say."
"Can I guess, I LOVE guessing games!"
"No, the people were..."
"Nick's mom and dad," said Warrick.
A stunned Greg felt really guilty. "I can't believe I just said that."
"Don't worry Nick would have liked us to carry on as normal. Including your sad little jokes!" replied Warrick
As soon as Warrick had said this, a high pitch cry was heard from the office and all three CSIs fell silent.
