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Thank you all for the really nice reviews! I never realized how important they were. And I'm sorry if Greg takes a long time to come into the story. Kind of wrote this in a rush. Love.
Oh yes, before I forget: Nice Reviews are ALWAYS welcome. Apologies about the Wierd Chapter 2 title.
Chapter 2: Rushed Entrances Make Their Debut
The prediction that Ava made proved to be true. It was indeed a very hectic week, but Ava managed to move into a very nice apartment, certainly better than the cramped apartment back in London. Furnishing the apartment wasn't a very big problem, and she actually managed to do some light shopping. Her very reasonable buys included a nice coffee table, some new cushions, and two goldfish which she named Thompson and Thompson.
However, her relaxed life came to an abrupt stop the day her work in the Las Vegas Crime Lab began. She had no idea what to expect as she drove through the gates of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. She stepped out of her car(that had just been rented) and felt the humid Las Vegas air hit her whole body. Pulling the door open, a dash of cold air escaped the building and she stood at the doorway, relishing the cold air that was the air conditioner.
" You do realize that if your whole body steps into the building, you'll enjoy the cold air more," an amused voice interrupted her silent thanks to the inventor of the air conditioner.
Ava startled. She turned to where the voice was coming from. Had someone been watching her? She blushed unknowingly.
" I'm Gil Grissom. You must be Ava Lee, the new girl," the voice had come from a fifty- something year old man whose hair was spattered with patches of white.
Ava nodded and awkwardly stuck a hand out. He took it.
" Yeah, nice to meet you," she said. Politely. Cautiously.
He was dressed in dark attire, she noticed. That was something to wonder about.
" Let's go settle some things in my office." She followed him through the corridors into an office filled with exotic things. She stared at the two- headed scorpion that greeted her as she entered the cluttered office. What a strange man.
" Alright. Here we are. Ms. Ava Lee, your tag and your case." She took the case and tag from him.
" Must I wear my tag at all times," she wondered aloud. He nodded.
" Yes, you are required to have your tag with you at all times. I suggest you wear it until people are used to you," he informed her. She reluctantly hung the tag around her neck. The photograph of her on it wasn't exactly totally flattering. Grissom gestured for her to sit down. He was going to ask her something. She knew that from his body language. She wasn't sure she was going to like it, since it was coming from such a strange man. She braced herself for a terrible question, like what was she thinking when she made the terrible mistake on the Wallace cases. Here it comes.
" Would you mind if I took a sample of your blood?" What? Just that?
" Why?"
" Oh, SO many reasons," was his simple answer.
The procedure was simple enough, and one chocolate Grasshopper later, Grissom stood up and announced,
" Why don't I show you around? Oh, Nick!"
Grissom bounded to the door to stop a man. Ava stared at them, making conclusions about this man that Grissom was talking to.
His name was Nick. He looked like a sports junkie, it was plain enough that he worked out and he played football when he was in high school, she guessed. He looked like a Lady's Man, what with the confident stride and the crow's feet, which meant that he smiled a lot. Grissom beckoned for her to come to the door.
" This is Nick Stokes, who will show you around. Get to know him better, he's on your team." With that, Grissom left her with Nick.
" Does he always do that?" Ava asked. The question wouldn't do any harm.
" Yeah, sometimes. But what do you expect? That's Grissom for you, man," came his candid reply. They strolled through the building, with Nick's commentary guiding her along the way. They ended with a stop to the Break Room, where there seemed to be a little pre- shift gathering.
" Guys, meet Ava Lee. She's new on the team, y'know, the one Grissom told us about months ago. Ava, meet Warrick Brown, Catherine Willows, Sara Sidle, and- where's Greggo?" said Nick, pointing at the people, except this Greg person who seemed to be missing. Warrick was a lean black guy with an afro, with an air around him one could describe as "cool". His eyes were amazing, two identical crystal blue- green globes that observed his new colleague, namely, her. Catherine had auburn hair that made her blue eyes stand out. She had a striking features that made Ava feel intimidated. She noticed that Catherine had a dancer's walk as she strode up to Ava to shake her hand. Sara had a friendly smile, with plain hair and a firm handshake. There was nothing special about her it seemed, except an air of something that Ava couldn't put her finger on. So, these were her new co-workers- wait.
A hectic Twenty-something had rushed into the room, almost knocking her down.
"Where's Gris? Am I late?" He stammered, or at least that was what reached Ava's ears. Beside her, Nick smirked.
"And this, is Mr. Greg Sanders."
