As Greg walks into Grissom's office, he is slightly surprised to see him there. "Hey, Griss, you busy?" "No Greg. Come on in. I was just reading the results from Brittany. They are very precise." "Can I have a bag of your chocolate-covered grasshoppers and can I borrow your tarantula?" After promising Grissom that he would pay him back for the grasshoppers and being told that he could not have the tarantula, he headed to the break room and paged Sara. "Hey, sorry Greg, but I have to go," Sara pointed out as she brought Brittany in the break room. "No problem. Thanks for running that errand for me."
A few moments of awkward silence occur before Brittany finally asks what Greg has in the paper bag. "Oh, these are just some Baby Ruth imitations that I bought around the corner from my house. They are actually really good." "Hmm…I guess I will try one." She pops one in her mouth, "They are ok, I guess…"
Around twenty minutes later, Grissom walks in and sees Greg and Brittany chatting and eating the—Wait a minute! Why am I getting the impression that she does not know what they really are? "So Greg, how are you two enjoying those chocolate-covered grasshoppers?" Grissom politely asked as he popped one in his mouth. The look on Brittany's face was priceless…until she threw up. Thankfully she made it to the trash can before she threw up all over the table. When she was done she went over to Greg and started screaming at him, "Greg! You perverse, little ingrate! If this is your form of flirting, you can just stop it now! I'm taken!" Then she slapped him and left.
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The next day, on the other side of Vegas, Brittany was just getting ready for work when her boyfriend, Damien, came home from work. "Where the hell are you going?" "Damien, you know that I am a lab tech and I am helping with a big case. Now, please move so I can—" "Shut-the-hell-up! You-aren't-going-anywhere-until-I-get-what-I-want," was shouted with several punches or kicks spread between and during words.
Ten minutes later, Damien gave her one last kick and told her "Go clean up and go to your job. And remember what will happen if I find out you told anyone." With this, he walked out and went off to god only knows where to do god only knows what.
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"Sara, can you come here for a minute?" Greg whispered from the doorway to get Sara's attention off of the file folder in her hand. "Sure. What's up Greg?" "Have you seen Brittany?" Just then, Brittany walks in, and she looks like hell. "Jesus Brittany! What happened?" Greg and Sara simultaneously say. "I fell down some sta—" she started to reply before she got beeped to go Grissom's office.
"Hey, what do you need?" "Brittany, close the door when you come in and have a seat. We need to talk." With a little hesitation, Brittany did as she was asked and started to wonder what she did to be in his office with the door closed. She had heard that when that happens, it is not always a good thing. "I noticed that you clocked in late today and that you look like hell. Now what is the explanation for this?" Deciding to use the same alibi that she used with Greg, "I fell down some stairs when I was coming to work."
"Fell down some stairs? How do you get bruises shaped like handprints from falling down—" "It is none of your damn business! Why do you care anyway? " "Brittany, if there is something going on in your home life that could threaten your work, I need to know about it." "What? So all you care about is how well I work?" "That is not the case, I care because, not only am I your supervisor, I am your friend." "Friend? Tch, Yeah right. I have only know you for like what, two days?" "That is not the point. I really don't care if you have only been under my supervision for ten minutes or for ten years; you are my responsibility and more importantly, my friend. I consider everyone, you, Greg, and Brass included, family."
Suddenly, Brittany got really quiet, "Griss, listen to me. It is nothing, ok? Damien and I just got into a bit of an argument over my work schedule and he got angry." Grissom silently took off his glasses and tried to fend off an impending headache, "I will let it go this time if you promise me that you will come to the barbecue tonight. Bring your boyfriend. I would like to meet him." With a horrified look she stated "You aren't going to ask him about our fight are you? It is really nothing. If you promise not to say anything about this little 'talk' to him, I will bring him to the barbecue. Deal?"