Title: Crime Life Series Part 1: Success

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: CSI and all its characters unfortunately belong to CBS and Alliance-Atlantis Productions. These stories are fictional, which is also unfortunate.

A/N: OK so, longer chapters, from now on cause I feel like it. YEAH! Anyway, here it is, chapter 4! (Please see end of ch. 3 if you are confused about the beginning)

CHAPTER 4

"Sorry to disappoint you, but my name's not Greg."

Nick was stunned by the young woman sitting in Greg's chair. She did not look older than early 20's, and was petite. She was wearing a baby blue, button down shirt and a pair of dark-blue jeans under her lab coat. Her not-quite chin length, brown hair was flared out at the ends giving her a spunky look. She wore little makeup, and was now looking at him with an amused smile.

"My name's Aimée Ferrebee. I'm the new lab tech. I was supposed to start next week but the moving company messed up and moved me here a week early, so here I am. The Lab Director was at the front desk when I arrived so he said to start work, just to make sure I notified Dr. Grissom. Do you know when he'll be getting back?" Nick was astounded that there was actually a new person on the nightshift. Grissom had only mentioned a replacement for Greg in passing, but it had never occurred to Nick that it would happen so soon. She seemed very conservative, nothing at all like Greg. After realizing she was still waiting for an answer he brought himself back to the present.

"Um, no I'm not sure. He's out at a scene with another CSI, Sara Sidle. I'm sure you'll meet her eventually. I'm Nick Stokes, by the way." He held out his hand, but she didn't shake it. It was then he realized she was wearing gloves.

"Well, as I said before I'm Aimée. I'd shake, but day shift's tech isn't that fast, so I have to do this backlog work. Leave your kit on the table over there. I'll page you when I've finished." He set down the kit where she indicated and left the room to go over to autopsy.

About an hour later Catherine and Greg had finished processing upstairs, and they decided to go downstairs to see if Warrick was ready to go as well. They found him kneeling on the floor next to the body of Mrs. Donald. He looked up when he felt their stares on him. "Hey guys. Find anything interesting upstairs?" At this Cath and Greg exchanged small smiles.

"I didn't, but Greggo here did. We've got motive for both deaths on paper. This paper has 2 e-mails on it. First one says that someone thinks the wife is cheating on him. It was sent about a week ago. The newest one, from today, says that the messenger was wrong, she wasn't cheating on him. I'm thinking he left this for someone to find and know why he did what he did."

"That's awesome Greg! Now you can help me with this. I've got a weird set of wounds." He pointed toward the upper body. "She's got a wound near the back of her head with glass embedded in it. It's thick, like a tumbler or shot glass. She's got another wound on her throat, though, that doesn't make sense. It's circular, almost like an imprint from a gun barrel." He looked up at the others to see if they had any ideas. Greg was the one who spoke up.

"Well, the husband shot himself after he supposedly killed his wife right? Maybe he had a few too many drinks, decided he's going to kill his wife because she's cheating on him. He gets his gun, puts it to her throat. He looks at her, about to shoot, and decides that he loves her anyway, even though she's cheating on him. Maybe someone else then came up behind her and bashed her on the head, then shot him up in the office." Cat and Warrick just looked at Greg, stunned. "Hey," he smiled. "I may only be a rookie, but no one said I wasn't good at imagining."

After waiting for a bit, David had finally shown up. Sara and Griss checked around and under the body for evidence, finding nothing except more sand. After driving back to the lab, they split up. Sara headed to autopsy to find Nick, and Grissom headed to the DNA lab since he had received a page from there earlier. Looking at files, he walked into the lab and said "Greg I'm surprised. No music and you sent me a normal page for onc….."

"That would be because I'm not Greg," a female voice replied. He looked up and saw exactly whom Nick had seen before, although he did not visibly show his surprise. "I'm Aimee Ferrebee, the new DNA Lab Tech. I know I'm here a week early but there was a mistake with the moving company." Grissom took this information and almost immediately came up with a solution.

"It's quite alright, Ms. Lexington."

"Would you mind calling me Aimée?"

"Of course not. Well, since you're here now, it will greatly help our old DNA tech during his transition period. He was recently promoted to a CSI level 2. I'll call a meeting so you can meet the rest of the nightshift team, and I'll make sure Greg helps you find everything you need. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Actually, yes. I know that I may be coming off as a bit formal tonight, it being my first shift and all, but do you think it would be alright if I played a bit of music while I worked? Possibly 'Black Flag' if I kept it to a medium volume?"

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