I'm very pleased that this has been so well received! I was expecting maybe two reviews saying 'I lik this, plz go on!'(The 'lik' was spelled that way purposely in mock of a review I received not too long ago for another story.) and '(stabs Snape)'. But six reviews? Wow. I'm glad you're interested in Lillian, too. Not often I make a well-received OC. Although some of you may hate her henceforth. I do actually have a plan and reason for her behavior. There's a method to my madness, trust me. Enjoy!

"Good evening, Lillian."

"Indeed." Lillian said. She was already in the break room when even the notoriously early Sarah entered. She was reviewing recently wrapped up cases. "Who was photographing the car in the Johnson case last week?"

"Warrick Brown."

"Dismal." Lillian said with a light sigh. "Has he taken an approved course in Crime Scene Photography?"

"Warrick has been photographing crime scenes since he began. He is very good."

Lillian made a soft noise ofindetermite meaning. "So I see."

Just then, Grissom walked in, somewhat surprised to see Lillian already there, looking over recent files.

"Dr. James." He greeted.

"Mr. Grissom." Lillian replied, not looking up. He retrieved his coffee and retreated to his office.

"So… Lillian. What college did you go to?"

"I'm fairly sure that you know the answer." Lillian raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just trying to make small talk."

"Center for Forensic Studies, at Texas Tech."

"Nice school." Lillian nodded a response, deeming the conversation over.

"Hey, Sarah. Dr. James, I presume?" Warrick had just arrived. Lillian stood up and turned around. She hesitated when she saw Warrick. He extended a hand to shake. Lillian did so and let go very quickly.

"I'm Warrick Brown."

"Ah, yes. The photographer." Lillian said, dusting off her slacks. She avoided looking at him as she sat down. Warrick exchanged a glance with Sarah, who shrugged, and grabbed a cup of coffee.

"Would you like some coffee, Dr James?" He offered.

"No, thank you." Lillian said curtly. "If I want it, Ican get it myself."

"If you say." Warrick said, sipping his coffee. "Ready for your new job?"

"Yes."

"Must be hard, being the youngest person in the building."

"Mm."

Warrick was becoming slightly frustrated.

"Hey, Sarah, how is the Mendel case going?"

"Greg has to test the blood from the knife, but everything else matches up. DA is going to push for murder one."

"Good."

"Miss Sidle, would you mind handing me that file?" Lillian said, pointing to the file on the counter between Warrick and Sarah. Warrick picked it up and handed it to her quicker.

"I asked Miss Sidle." Lillian said, taking the file nonetheless. She leafed through it. Warrick shot Sarah a confused, helpless glance. Sarah shrugged.

Just then, Catherine walked in, followed closely by Nick. Nick and Warrick immediately started discussing the football game that was taking place that night, while Sarah asked Catherine how Lindsey was doing.

"You must be Dr. Lillian. I'm Catherine Willows." Catherine said, noticing Lillian and offered a hand. Lillian shook it firmly with a slight smile. "I've heard good things about you."

"Reserve judgment, please, good or bad." Lillian said modestly. Nick stepped forward at this time.

Warrick, on the side, watched with a hint of jealousy as Lillian shook Nick's hand firmly, smiling slightly, as opposed to the cold look and brief shake he had received. Try as he might, he couldn't chalk it up to his apparently dismal photography. Grissom came in almost at that moment, a grim look on his face.

"Only one case right now. Sarah, wrap up the Mendel case paperwork and get Gregbefore joining us on the scene. Everyone else, we have a triple homicide. I want everyone in the field."

Catherine immediately pulled her keys out of her pocket and took the slip from Grissom. Catherine had to pass through the locker room to get her kit, as did Nick. Lillian snagged her kit from under the table, face impassive, as she went to the parking lot. She climbed into a brand new Jeep.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Catherine called. Lillian almost rolled her eyes.

"I'm driving."

"You're fifteen!"

"I have a special permit. I've had it since last year." Lillian explained. "Special circumstances, you understand."

"Daddy's money…" Catherine couldn't help but mutter. For all she had read, nothing had mentioned the Dr's haughty personality. And what did she have against Warrick? She couldn't miss the way that Lillian had acted towards the gangly CSI. The analytical part of her mind reviewed the handshake she had witnessed through the window and compared it to that she and Nick had recived.

She watched Warrick take his kit from his own SUV and put it in hers, thenclimb into the passenger seatand could see nothing that distinguished him from anyone else, except that he had exceptionally pretty eyes. But who ever heard of someone disliking someone for having pretty eyes? She climbed into her car and braced herself for the crime scene they were driving towards.

"Catherine…"

"Yeah?"

"What do you know about Dr. James?"

"People did a biography on her recently. Fifteen years old, three college degrees. She was reading at three. They skipped her up to first grade after a day in kindergarten. Two days later, they jumped her to second. Two more days and they gave her a test, placed her in the fifth grade. She was home schooled from there on out, out of respect for the awkwardness of having a five year old learning alongside ten and eleven year olds. She powered through her school work, finished each class in near record times. It took her three years to fly through grade school. Eight years old, she started taking online college courses."

"Child Prodigy of the most extreme." Warrick said. Catherine nodded.

"Yeah, she was. Once she hit ten, she insisted on going to school at the college. She consistently out-preformed people ten and fifteen years older than her. She graduated last year and entered the workforce as a child psychologist, and a damn successful one at that."

"Makes sense. Who wouldn't rather talk to someone their age?" Warrick said. They reached the edge of the inner city and entered the quiet suburbs.

"Looks like we're about here." Catherine said, pulling up to a house surrounded by police and rescue workers. The jeep that Lillian was driving pulled up behind.

Grissom was already there, ready to give orders. "Catherine, you and Lillian are coming with me inside. Warrick, Nick, perimeter. Officer!" He turned to a nearby officer, who acknowledged him. "When Sarah Sidle arrives, please tell her that she's inside with us. Greg Sanders is on perimeter." He nodded before returning to his clipboard and scribbling something down. Grissom nodded and led Catherine and Lillian inside.

Catherine watched Lillian apprehensively. The first body was in the entrance hall. Mid-thirties, blonde, female, dressed in a pink nightgown and plaid terrycloth robe, covered in blood.

"Hi David. What do we have?" Catherine knelt down.

"Five stab wounds. Dead less than an hour."

"Have you gotten to the ones upstairs?"

"Not yet." David said, standing up.

"Thanks."

Catherine began examining the body, while Grissom looked at the door.

"No sign of forced entry." He announced.

"So she was stabbed as she opened the door for a late-night visitor?" Catherine suggested.

"Likely." Lillian said briskly. She began dusting the doorknob for prints. She liftedone usable print before moving on and dusting the dark hall table.

"What are you dusting the table for?" Catherine asked. Lillian figured out that the veteran CSI was testing her and sighed inwardly.

"You know why."

"You tell me."

"The killer, if entering the house, may have put their hand on the table for support as they stepped over the body, or, if the body was not there at the time, to guide themselves in the dark. Then again to exit, if they used the front door as their exit." Lillian said.

"Or if the body was not there?" Catherine asked.

"Account for all possibilities." Lillian quipped.

"Of course." Catherine smiled slightly. This girl thought things through.

Just then David returned. "Might have a problem with the first theory." He said. "This body was only dead an hour. The two upstairs, in bed, have been dead at least two."

"Ideas?" Catherine looked to Lillian.

"Give me time to formulate a theory." Lillian replied, crossing one arm over her chest and resting her chin on her fist.

"Grissom, I think we found a murder weapon!" They heard Warrick's voice from outside.

"Lillian, go see what he's talking about."

"I'm thinking, send Ms. Willows." Lillian said. Without another word, Catherine stood and left the house.

"Now I know she has something against Warrick…" Catherine muttered as she went out and around to the side of the house .