Lena walked to the curb and hailed a cab. After giving the driver the directions she sat back and thought about what had just happened. She knew she should have waited until the Las Vegas team had shown up but she had noticed the smell of disinfectants and didn't want to risk loosing any evidence. She had most likely over stepped her bounds and would be hearing about it later from her overly strict boss, but she was on vacation and she had two weeks before she would need to hear from him. She sat back in the cab and watched the lights of Las Vegas blink around her.
It wasn't long before she came to her destination. The cab pulled up to a shabby looking apartment building and she paid the driver before heading up the crumbling staircase and into the forgotten building. She pulled out the piece of paper from her back pocket. 319. She headed up the staircase, dragging her too heavy suitcase behind her. The apartment was on the right, the last one. She knocked on the door and waited in the hallway until an older woman in her 70s let her in the door. So this is where I'm going to be staying, she thought as she surveyed the furniture that seemed to have come straight from the 70s. She followed the women to her room and fell asleep on the bed, not unpacking or undressing.
The light from the blinds signaled that once again she had over slept her alarm. Despite the late night she had planned on waking early in order to help around the house. She appreciated the fact that her ex's grandmother was kind enough to let her stay and wanted to do her share of the work in gratitude. She checked the digital clock next to the bed and saw that it was in fact nearly 2 in the afternoon and that she had slept four hours longer than she had actually planned. Opening the blinds, she turned to inspect the room. It was filled with pictures, most of them of her ex, Jason, she turned away and began to unpack her clothes. As she was filling her drawers, she came upon an evidence bag. 'Must of fallen out of my pocket or something. One more errand to run.' Grabbing the bag she headed out into the main area and found Lydia in the kitchen.
"Will you be eating here tonight," she asked. "I was having some ladies over from my book club and we were going to be having a get together and you are welcome to come and join us."
"Thanks for the offer but I have some errands to run and I can just grab some food while I'm out. I shouldn't be out that late." Lena grabbed her purse and headed towards the door, not wanting to hear what came next.
"I am so sorry for what happened Lena dear, I loved him too but I wasn't as close as you two were. I can't imagine loosing someone at your age." With that Lena slipped out the door, hoping that the absence of tears wouldn't be noticed.
Greg Sanders slowly make his way through out the halls of the crime lab. The graveyard shift didn't start for another hour and the days shift was slowly filtering out as their cases were being closed. He made his way into the lab, ready to get a start on the large load of evidence that was left for him so that we could make his way into the field today. With a sigh he sat at his station and dove into his work.
"Is Mr. Grissom in," asked Lena at the front desk of the Crime Lab? The receptionist glanced up from her computer.
"He should be coming in soon. If you like you can wait in his office. It's down the hall and to the right." Lena smiled and followed the receptionist's directions. A loud noise caught her attention. Her curiosity caught up with her and she headed in the direction of the noise. Turning around the corner she saw a young man with spiky hair spinning around in a lab chair, jamming to the music. She had to repress a laugh as she walked through the glass doors. Turning to the stereo she turned the volume off and came to face the young lab tech, who stopped suddenly, realizing that his music was no longer playing.
"Who might you be," he questioned? She smiled.
"Well my name is Lena but that really doesn't matter. I was just looking for Grissom's office when I heard the music and thought I would come over." The lab tech smiled at her and she noticed that he had really gorgeous brown eyes.
"Well I'm Greg Sanders, resident lab rat and hopeful CSI. You are on the way to Grissom's office. Just take a right and then keep going. You can't miss it; he's the only one who has insects all over his office." He pulled at his blue lab coat and she could see the edges of a brightly colored polo shirt. She smiled and turned to leave.
"Well it was nice to meet you," said Greg. She turned and flashed her most sultry smile.
"Yes it was." She headed out the door and turned down the hall, nearly running right into Gil Grissom