Disclaimer: I still don't own CSI…hey, all I'm asking for is more Nick-Sara interaction. Is that too much to ask? And more Nick screen time doesn't hurt, either.

AN: Sorry I haven't updated in like two weeks. I plan to have this fic done sometime before school starts. So just patiently wait for an update. I don't have much background on Archie, so bear with my imagination, here.

I've been working here at the lab for about four years. I've been here as a lab tech, and I've been drawn to the environment of this place, even though it's surrounded by the idea of death and crime.

Although I'm only a lab tech here, I can sense the close-knit feeling that takes place between the CSIs. From time to time, I want to think that I'm part of that group.

Grissom is obviously the head of the Graveyard shift here. He's a quiet guy, for a supervisor. Grissom, is not one to point out mistakes and tell you how to correct them. I know—that's pretty deep coming from a lab tech.

Grissom is a tough intellectual. He never gives up on his beliefs unless he feels that it's the end of the line. Even though he knows his theory would most likely not work, he still wants to see for himself. I remember when he was watching me process Officer Fromansky's voice during the vigilante case about a year ago. He knew what the conclusion was gonna be (or I think he did), but he still wanted me to know other variables and all that.

Catherine does not look like a CSI, doesn't she? Well, she's still a tough cookie. She's Grissom's right hand. Sometimes, she is the head of the Graveyard shift, yet it remains unspoken. Catherine is a tough woman who believes in herself and her abilities. She thinks out loud, and she puts her theories to work almost forcefully.

Catherine put her leadership skills to test this year, when the shift split happened. Everyone was devastated. Catherine had always wanted to move up, and she did. The guys, namely Nick and Warrick weren't so thrilled about it, but they were sincerely happy for her. I mean come to think of it…You're older friend is leading you, you know. She's the boss of you, when it comes to technicality. Catherine, too, was less thrilled, but she accepted it. She hated the idea of having to be one giant step ahead of her friends. How do I know all this? Word spreads fast.

Warrick and I hang out quite a lot even when he's on a case. He doesn't need me much though, considering he's specializing in audio/visual. But, I'm his go-to guy when he's having trouble with that.

I stood by Warrick when Nick was kidnapped, when all we could do was watch. Even though every CSI had been doing something to break the case, Warrick just sat with me, watching Nick. He told me he couldn't stand the thought of his best friend all alone, without anybody watching him in such a traumatic situation. He had been wishfully thinking that by a completely random chance, that Nick could here him. But Nick didn't. He told me to take a break, when I should've been the one to tell him that. But I knew Warrick wanted to be alone. Maybe tears were threatening to fall and he wanted to save the last of his pride. I didn't question him, and just complied, for the sake of him and Nick.

Greg. That guy brings the light in every situation. Greg and I are the young guns of this lab, and we're taking advantage of that fact. We brag every now and then, but all we get is an eye-rolling action from them, because they already know that we were.

Earlier, Greg wasn't really pleased with me. Jealousy took its place when Nick took me out in the field while Greg had been shamelessly yearning to get out of his lab confines. It was all settled later on, though.

He had matured so much over the past year, being a CSI. He never really thought that he would go to work one day and have people call him CSI Sanders. I don't think he cared for all that waiting anymore.

Nick had been the one to get me in this job. I met him about four years ago, in my college campus, while I was still working as a security guard. I was in charge of the surveillance tapes during the Paige Rycoff case. I was thoroughly impressed that Nick knew all about pixel matrix. I thought at the time that forensic scientist were all about the science of a crime, hence their name. That's when I had really thought of working at a crime lab.

I could hardly watch the screen when Nick was kidnapped. I could hardly do my job. In fact, I wasn't even sure what my job was at the time. I was so focused on seeing how Nick was doing. At that point no one in the crime lab was working the case as CSIs. They were working because they care.

I think I've worked most, out of all the Graveyard shift, with Nick. I really enjoy working with the guy. He's so dedicated and hard-working, yet he knows how to lighten up a case. I still remember the Newman case about two years ago. Nick, Catherine, and I were watching the tape by Monica Newman which was…quite racy actually. I mean, it's like soft porn. And come to think of it; her intent was to sell a house. Come on! Yeah, Catherine wasn't too impressed with the fact that Nick and I were acting like two horny teenagers. Hey, we're guys who had just witnessed a hot woman practically strip down to her birthday suit…is it our fault for getting no action lately?

Sara Sidle. Hmm. Dedicated, hard-working, strong…I could go on. Sara is…a Sara. I don't know. She's so hard to explain, yet so easy to understand. You just can't sum her up in limited words. I've had a crush on her for a while, until I met my long time girlfriend, also known as the girl I shop with. Sara never lets me live that one down.

Brass…Hmm. Well, all I know is that he's the captain of homicide. I've only seen him a couple of times here, so I don't really know a whole lot of him.

Doc Robbins is the pathologist, right? See, this is the thing with being a lab tech. You know less people.

Bobby…see above.

David, the other coroner…Oh yeah! Super Dave! That's what Nick calls him. He told me once or twice about David. Quite a peculiar guy…

Hodges. Ugh. We see each other about once a day, during our breaks. He's…something. Annoying at times, but I think I can stand it. From what I hear, He's public enemy number one. Until Nick got kidnapped.

Jacqui. Now that's what I'm talking about. She's like the coolest woman of her age range. She's so laid back on her job…yeah. She looks like she has nothing to worry about in life anymore.

Staying in this lab is almost better than watching the Star Trek marathon.

AN: I'm running out of good one-liners! Yeah, that was so lame. Please R/R!