Two - The Investigation Begins
Nick and Catherine immediately looked to Grissom for rescue when he and Sara entered the lab. The expressions upon their faces looked almost pained as Greg entertained them with his rendition of "The Macarena". And, apparently, Greg was enjoying himself immensely. Especially the part where you have to wiggle your hips before turning to the side. Greg's version involved him bending over slightly and waggling his butt in three consecutive circles, and then he turned to the side to start all over again.
"What's going on in here?" Sara asked, looking at Catherine sympathetically. She'd just received a front-row view of Greg's butt.
"Well, we have that case with the mariachi singer that was murdered, and we came to get the DNA results. Greg heard the word mariachi, and next thing you know, we're getting 'The Macarena'. Do you two have any idea what's gotten into him?"
Sara shrugged. "No, I don't. Greg was singing some Rod Stewart to me earlier, so I got Grissom as fast as I could. I don't know what it could be."
"Well, no one may know what it is now, but I want to get to the bottom of this. Sara, start looking through Greg's locker. See if there's something in there that could have caused this. Nick, I want you to stay here and supervise Greg. Make sure he doesn't hurt anyone... or himself, more importantly." Grissom took charge of the situation like no other. Because, in fact, had Grissom not been there, the team would probably have spent the rest of their shift staring, entranced, as Greg Macarena-ed all night. One had to admit, when Greg waggled his bum, it was rather hypnotic.
"But, Gil, what about the mariachi case?" Catherine asked.
"You've got it solo. Take some cadets with you if you need help at the scene. But I want everyone available on this case." Gil paused to collect himself, and then added, "We need to solve this case before the night is over."
The team practically exploded into action. Sara took off with all haste to the locker room while Nick pulled up a swivel chair and sat down. This was going to be the easiest job he ever had. Supervise a nutball? Piece of cake. He did feel a little poorly about Catherine not getting to participate in this fun-filled team activity, but he knew she'd solve the mariachi case and meet up with them in no time.
All Nick had to do was kick back and wait for everything to fall into place.