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: Thank you to those who reviewed. Sorry for the lack of ice cream sundaes, but the website I use no longer works. Grrr. FYI: the new DNA Tech's Name is pronounced Ah-may Fair-uh-bee. LOL weird I know. Anyways, thanks to Kelly and Amira this story, no the whole series is going to be fantasmagorically awesome. And now, CHAPTER 5!

CHAPTER 5

After finishing up at the Donald's house, Cat, Warrick, and Greg went outside to return to the lab. Right before they got into their cars, Cat got a call on her cell from Grissom. "Hey, Griss. What's up?"

"I need you, Greg, and Warrick to get back to the lab as soon as possible. We're having a meeting in the break room. Very important business."

"OK we were just about to leave. We should be back in about 10 minutes. Give us 15 so we can drop off evidence?"

"Sure. See you in 15 minutes then."

Catherine hung up her phone and called to the guys across the street. "Meeting in the break room in 15 min. Try to get your stuff dropped off and be there on time."

"Will do Cat. What's the meeting about?"

"Who knows? Grissom's calling it so it's probably about seminars coming up. That or he's going to ask us for help with paperwork."

15 minutes later Grissom stood in front of the nightshift team, minus Greg. "Does anybody know where Greg is?"

Warrick spoke up. "Actually, I think he was talking to Archie about something. Probably bragging about the case." They all knew Greg was proud to have been promoted, but that he would miss talking to his friends in the lab.

At that moment a movement near the doorway caught everyone's attention. "Well then we'll just have to start without him. Everyone, this is our new DNA lab tech, Aimée Ferrebee. She will be taking over for Greg full-time at the beginning of next week." As she opened her mouth to speak to the team, Greg ran into the room at full force and stumbled. The noise caught Aimée's attention and she turned, but Greg lost his balance and fell, knocking her over in the process. She fell backwards, stopping herself with her hands. Greg fell on top of her, stopping from falling on her completely by putting his arms out. He looked down into her eyes, and she looked up into his. It felt like they were the only two in the room.

"Hello," said Greg.

"Hi," she replied softly. "Um, would you mind getting off of me now?" They began to blush as the realized the position they were in; Greg effectively had her pinned to the floor.

"Sure. Sorry about that. I was in a hurry, didn't want to be late for the meeting." As he got up, Greg inwardly felt that he didn't really want to. He pulled her up and was delighted at the contact of her hand in his. He sat down in an empty chair and asked, "So what is this meeting all about?"

Grissom sighed and rolled his eyes. "As I was saying, the young woman you just ran over is going to be our new DNA lab tech. For this week, you and her will be working together in the lab unless you are working on your case. Help her find where everything is, answer any questions."

"I actually have a question," Greg said as he raised his hand a bit. He turned to the new face and asked, "What's your name? I came in a bit too late for the formal introduction."

"My name's Aimée Ferrebee." She stuck out her hand and gave him a firm, playful handshake. "I think we better get started ASAP. I can't find the supply cabinet for my life. So far I've only found someone's hidden supply of."

At that point Greg interrupted her "OK let's go get started." He knew what she had found, and he really did not want the rest of the team to know where he kept it.

As they rushed out the door, Grissom yelled after him "Greg!"

"Yes boss?"

"Give her that list you've been keeping of which music you're allowed to play. I have a feeling she may need it." Greg's face went ashen; he had been keeping that list in secret. Not knowing what to say, Greg decided it would be best to run off to the lab.

"Ok everyone, back to work. Sara, Nick, I want you both in my office to go over the details of our case. Catherine, Warrick, you guys are off to autopsy. Your vics have finally arrived. Traffic on the strip I think." Everyone left to do his or her respective tasks.

"Ok so according to our live vic, the guy picked her up at a party for her friend. She slept over, woke up somewhere else, she suspects she was drugged. One day, she woke up in the middle of the desert next to our dead vic. Any ID on her yet?" Nick, Sara, and Griss had gathered in his office about 5 minutes later. Grissom was going over Whitney Collins' story from Nick's paperwork.

"Nothing from Jacqui yet. She's going to page me when she gets something. I dropped the rape kit off at autopsy, and Doc said he'd send the other one over as soon as he could."

"So evidence-wise, there's nothing left to do until Aimée's done."

"Speaking of me." No one had noticed her arrival at the doorway, not even Grissom. "I have the results to both kits right here. Both girls had large amounts of Rohypnol in their system. It's a date-rape drug. Ingested in large enough doses it can be lethal. DNA tests on your unknown vic came up as a Jolene Stubb. Prior offense for indecent exposure and resistance to arrest. Your basic party girl. I ran the semen from both vics through CODIS and it came up with a Chad Cialis. I took the liberty to call Detective Brass, and after a meeting he will be meeting one of you three at this guys house to bring him in for interrogation. I'll leave it up to you to decide who goes." She placed the papers on the desk and turned to leave. At the door, she turned around. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. This Chad guy is HIV positive, so be careful." She then went out the door and went down the hallway, back into the DNA lab.

"Alright then. I guess two of us will stay here and process the vic's clothing, and the other can go meet Brass. I personally am going to stay here and keep an eye on Greggo and Aimee." Sara and Nick looked at each other, eyes battling for who would speak first. Nick won.

"I think I'll go with Brass, since you two got to stay out in the field longer." He knew it was a bullshit reason, but he also knew how Sara got on these cases.

"Actually Nick I think I'd rather go out on this one. I don't want to be around if Griss has to start yelling." I just don't want to be cooped up in here with Grissom. We'd get too close if we both went over the clothing. Unfortunately, Nick thought she wanted to make a personal vendetta against their suspect.

"Sara, I insist on going. Besides, you wouldn't want to get angry like you sometimes do and scare him into doing something stupid. I don't want you to run yourself ragged by making it personal." Nick realized after he said it, while watching Sara grow angry, that he should have just kept his mouth shut.

"Excuse me? How can I not make it personal? Some guy is out there terrorizing and drugging women, and I'm supposed to just sit here without feeling? Well I'm sorry then, but at least give me a chance to prove you wrong!" Before Nick or Grissom could stop her, she had grabbed the information sheet and stormed out. Nick sank back into his chair, mortified at what he had done.

"Don't worry about it, Nick" Grissom tried to console him. 'Just next time, think before you speak. Come on, let's go start looking over those clothes." He clapped a hand on Nick's shoulder in encouragement and the two men left to go to the layout room.

Greg and Aimée saw Sara stalk past through the window. They had heard her shouting at someone. "Oh great here we go again. Expect Grissom to be very angry for the rest of the night. It was probably him that set her off."

"Are they always like that? I got a little vibe between them in the break room." She sipped some of her coffee that she had gotten on her way back from Grissom's office.

"Trust me, unless someone steals Grissom's bugs and brains so he can't focus on anything else, he'll probably never get the courage to tell her how he feels. And even if they did start going out, they'd probably keep it totally secret." Greg followed Aimée's action and took a sip of his own that she had brought him on a second thought.

At the mention of a secret it brought Aimée's mind to what she had found earlier. "By the way, how come you rushed me out of the room before? Obviously it's because you didn't want me to say what I found, but why wouldn't you want them to know where you keep your coffee? It's pretty freaking good."

Greg smiled at her naiveté. "And that, my dear, is why. Around here my coffee has become my legacy. That and my music, but you seem to have the same passion for it so it won't be as big of a deal anymore. If they don't know where it is, they'll still need me for it. I'm entrusting you with the location so that I may still hold my power over those caffeine-addicted many around this place."

She just rolled her eyes at him and smiled, glad that it seemed she had made a friend here. "Yeah well if they really wanted to find it they could just search the whole lab, so don't over estimate your power. The coffee doesn't matter to me that much anyway."

"And pray tell why not?" He raised the cup to his lips to take a drink from his 'powerful' brew.

"I think mostly everyone might be a bit more interested where you keep your porn." Greg spit out his coffee and stared at her wide-eyed, and she laughed and turned up the radio and got back to work.

Warrick and Catherine walked into autopsy and found Doc Robbins already examining their victims. "Hey guys. Come over here and see these wounds on Mrs. Donald. They're very interesting."

"I noticed that too. Greg said that he thinks that the husband was going to kill his wife, causing the gun print bruise on her neck, but then he couldn't go through with it. He figures someone else hit the wife with a glass, and forced the husband to kill himself upstairs." Doc smiled at Greg's imaginative, but possible, idea.

"Well, depending on the other evidence he may be right. Once I find cause of death you'll probably be able to figure it out."

Catherine had been quiet since they had started talking, deep in thought. "Warrick, did you bring back the glass on the floor from the house?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm thinking there might be blood on the glass from whoever hit her." At that moment, their beepers went off simultaneously.

Grissom and Nick were working on their vics clothing. So far all they had found was sand from the desert. They were just about to start using the ALS when Grissom's cell phone rang. "Hello?"

"Grissom, it's Brass. Which one of you three is coming out here to inspect this guy's house? We're ready to go knock on the door but none of your people are here yet."

Gil looked at the clock. Sara had left about 45 minutes ago. "Sara decided she wanted to go, but she left awhile ago. She should be there by now." He was beginning to get a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. "Sara might have gone in without you guys. Nick said something to upset her before she left. Do you see her car anywhere?" Nick heard this and looked at him questioningly.

At the house, Brass looked around and noticed it parked further down the road. "Grissom, there's no need to worry yet. She's probably inside having coffee waiting for us. Let us go in and I'll call you when I have the details, OK?"

"Fine." Grissom hung up his phone and looked at Nick.

"What's the problem boss?"

"Sara may be missing."

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