"Finally, we can have our "family" barbecue! Have we decided where it is going to be?" Nick asked all of the night shift. (Brass and Greg included) After a few minutes of silence, Greg pipes up, "Hey, why don't we have it at one of the rent able pools?" "Hey, Greggo, don't forget that you have to train the newbie lab tech. We still have two shifts left and she is waiting in the lab for you. Have fun," Grissom informed Greg in his 'there-is-no-way-out-of-this-so-don't-even-try' voice.
"Brittany, do you have those samples done yet? This is the second time that I have asked and Grissom or Warrick will be here any minute for them," a very annoyed Greg pointed out two hours later. "Sir, if you could just calm down for two seconds, you would realize that they have been sitting on your desk since just shortly after you asked for them the first time. I tried to tell you but you weren't listening," the scrawny, dirty blond girl told him. She wasn't even trying to hide her amusement. "Also, while you weren't listening, Nick dropped off the trace/DNA evidence from his and Catherine's case. They are printing right now." "Ok, two things. First off, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me sir? Just Greg is fine. Secondly, now that you have the results, what do you do with them?" Greg pointed out just as the second set of results printed off.
Then, as she realized where she screwed up, she stormed over to his desk and added Grissom's results to the ones in her hand and ran off to find Grissom or Catherine.
Jeez, this is just great! I have to 'teach' some newbie chick that seems to hate me, won't listen to a thing I— "Am I smelling frying brain cells or is it just me?" Sara taunted as she brought her trace/DNA evidence in. "No, just contemplating ways to torture the new—. Wait a minute! Sara, can you do me a favor?" "Sure Greg, what do you need?" " I need to go talk to Grissom. Can you bring Brittany to the break room?" "Sure, but I can guarantee that I will not be staying."