Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.
Also: The team has not split up, because I don't want them to, so, ha!
Grissom sat in his office awaiting the results found by someone who had been sent to analyze how they worked and make suggestions on how to work better. Grissom had decided that it was unnecessary but the decision wasn't up to him. It was Ecklie's idea. Probably wanted to fire someone and needed a reason or something like that.
"Mr. Grissom?" Said a friendly voice. Looking up he noticed the analyzer.
"Yes?" He answered barely looking up from the paper he was pretending to read.
"Everything about the team is great I can only see two major issues with team members." She paused and looked up at him. "Mr. Grissom!"
He looked back at her. Sara must have done something, he just knew it. And the other problem was probably Greg. Nothing specific but, most outsiders saw him as one of the people contributing the least. If only they could see him working with DNA…
"Yes?" He murmured.
"The first problem is Greg. He seems to have a bit too much time on his hands. Now, I don't know if that's because he's good at what he does, if I came here when he didn't have a lot of work…" The lady was starting to annoy him as she continued to rattle off random variables which Grissom was sure would come down to, what Greg ate that day.
"And the other problem is well," she paused and looked at Grissom. "Mr. Grissom?" she was quite annoyed. "The other problem," she continued now that she had his attention again, "is you."
Grissom looked up, slightly shocked. Sensing his shock she smiled brightly and kept on talking. "Well, not just you. It's sexual tension between you and..." She paused. " Miss Willows"
TBC. Maybe.