AMAZING

I'm posting this for my friend who wrote it for me for Christams. Tell me what you thought about her first CSI fic. And yes, the main characters are based off of me and her. All reviews will be sent to her. You will see where I get my sense of humor…

Thanks

Chapter Two:

Jess was well settled into her lab after Grissom had shown them around. She had set up all that she needed, from her pens down to her radio she had sitting in the far corner of the room. It was a quiet morning; it was only her first day. But as she sat there, she found out just how quiet it really was. So she pulled out her cell phone.

Jamie was sitting in the Doctor's office of the Crime Lab bored out of her mind…what little mind she had according to Jess. She leaned back in her chair and looked around the office she had set up. Though her desk was covered in papers and files and such, the walls of free space had been taken up by posters of famous celebrities from other countries other than America, mostly from Japan. She had a small collection of fictional books aside from her Anatomy and Physiology, and Pathology books. She had a cradle and speakers for her iPod, where the small black device rested; already playing music.

She stood up and walked around her desk, adjusting the tan belly-shirt with long sleeves she wore before unbuttoning the button of her tight black jeans and folding them over, making sure no unmentionables were revealed. She proceeded to climb onto the somewhat sturdy bookshelf to adjust yet another poster.

Suddenly as she stood up, grasping at the smooth surface of the wall for reassurance, her barefoot slipped and she tumbled backwards.

"Be careful!" Archie gasped, catching Jamie before she fell into a heap on the floor. "If you needed help putting a poster up, I'd be happy to help," he smiled.

Jamie blushed as she rested in his arms the way a bride does in her new husband's. "What are you doing in here?"

"Well," he smiled. "I just wanted to say hi. The introductions this morning were incredibly brief and Greg seemed to make a fool of you."

Jamie stood up again and looked at the fallen poster in her hands. "It was my favorite poster too…"

"Miyavi?" Archie asked, looking at the man with a rainbow Mohawk in the poster Jamie held.

"Yeah," Jamie looked at Archie with surprise in her eyes. "He's been my favorite rocker since I can remember."

"I liked him for a while. But I kind of grew out of his style," Archie took the poster and stuck it on the wall beside Jamie's desk. "Grissom isn't going to like the way this looks. You're a doctor here after all."

Jamie huffed as she had earlier that morning. "I don't give a damn what he thinks about it. It's my office, I'll do what I please," she pulled the remote to her iPod cradle from her pocket and pressed a button causing the incredibly annoying Japanese death metal band Dir En Grey to blast from the speakers.

Archie couldn't help but laugh. In the past few days he couldn't even smile. The love of his life left him for another man. But here he was with a girl he only knew by name laughing at her reaction to his comment. "I'm Archie Johnson, it's nice to meet you."

"It's my pleasure," Jamie smiled. "I'm glad I found another J-Rock fan. Jess nags me on my obsession," she laughed.

"Well," he noted the extreme volume of the song 'Obscure' that was playing. "I can't blame her if she means this band."

"Oh, I'm not a Dir En Grey fan. I just have this song on here because it's so horrible I have to listen to it. And Kyo's got a good voice when he's not spurting fountains of blood, throwing up, or screaming at the top of his lungs," Jamie explained in a matter-of-fact manner.

"I heard the words fountains of blood, throwing up, or screaming," Greg said, entering the office, Jess right behind him.

"He took the words right out of my mouth," Jess laughed.

"Oh, we weren't talking about dead bodies," Jamie said.

"Oh, man…" Jess pouted. Then she noticed the music playing. "Oh, you were talking about Dir En Grey."

Greg listened for a moment. "I like it."

Archie, Jamie, and Jess stared at him. "Are you mad?"

Greg pondered this thought in his mind for a moment. "I think so…"

"Greg!" Nick called. "We got a call in from a high school about twenty minutes away. We got a DB, come on, let's go!"

"Oh, got to go!" Greg smiled. "Excuse me ladies, Archie," he smiled, running into the hall.

"He's a dolt," Archie rolled his eyes.

"That's my word…" Jamie stared at him.

Archie laughed. "Jess, do you really put up with this?"

Jess wiped her forehead. "Yeah, I do. I may not like it all the time, but she's my best friend. Even if I have to deal with her, I'll love her always."

"Well…" Jamie turned the volume down and switched the music to a song called 'Freedom Fighters' by Miyavi, the man in her poster. "I guess my first day is going to be interesting after all."

Archie laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. I have to go; I have some security tapes to analyze. I'll see you later."

Jamie and Jess nodded as he left.

"You dolt!" Jess scolded.

"What was that for?" Jamie yelled back.

"Didn't you hear your phone?"

Jamie picked up her cell phone from the desk. "Oh…you sent me a text message. I must have had Neogrotesque by Pierrot playing too loud to hear it…"

"That's a first…" Jess said sarcastically.

"Jess," Jamie looked up at her. "I can see you like Greg."

"Maybe," Jess winked.

"I won't do anything to embarrass you in front of him, but if he does anything to embarrass me, I'll make sure he's permanently female."

"Damn I love the way you kick ass," Jess laughed. "I have to get the lab ready for any evidence they bring in. I hear the body's got multiple stab wounds, and she was tied up."

"Kinky…" Jamie said.

Jess rolled her eyes. "Have some respect for the dead you nymphro."

"I do, but you know me. Set me up for the perfect perverted joke and boom, you'll have it."

Jess smiled. "I do know that. And I'm glad. Even though I may not like the perverted jokes all the time, but having you here lets me relax. Especially because we're here together, sharing our first day of work together."

Jamie nodded. "I know. Now get the hell out of my office so I can blast my music while I change to get ready for the autopsy."

Jess laughed. "Yes, my lord and master."

"Good girl," Jamie patted her on the head before hugging her. "You know I love you."

Jess nodded. "I know. And good luck today."

"You too."

Jess left the room and Jamie began to change into clothes more fitting for an autopsy, laughing the entire time.

Archie sat silently in the video technician's lab that afternoon. Jess was in the DNA Lab analyzing the evidence Greg and Sara had brought back from the field. Jamie was in the morgue almost finishing the autopsy. Grissom was back in the field with Detective Brass, Nick, Catherine, and Warrick. It was a slow day so the entire lab was on one case.

He spun around in his swivel chair to turn to a different screen, attempting to get a clear picture of yet another suspect but to no avail. "People really have to update their technology."

"Tell me about it," Jess laughed, passing the lab as she walked down the hall to the morgue.

Archie smiled. "They're both crazy…" he sighed. "Just what this place needs."

"Archie!" Grissom, who was obviously no longer in the field bellowed.

Archie cringed. "Yeah?"

"Do you have the ID on that suspect?"

"No, Grissom. The tape is worthless. I've done all I can do."

"Damn it," Grissom cursed. "That's all we have right now."

"Don't worry, you'll figure it out," Archie removed the tapes from the cradles and placed them in plastic evidence baggies with labels and put them in a small shoebox-like container. "Hey, Grissom," he spoke up, catching Grissom before he did yet another of his random disappearing and reappearing acts.

"Yeah?"

"Check on Jamie in the morgue. I hear she's got some info for you," Archie smiled, knowing what he was setting Grissom up for.

Grissom nodded and left, walking down the hall as he looked through the case file in his hands. As he neared the morgue though, he heard the muffled booms of a deep bass guitar vibrating from a room nearby. He shook it off, figuring it was Greg just attempting to pluck his nerves one by one yet again. But as he neared the morgue, he blinked in disbelief and threw the door open.

Jamie was in her white doctor's coat. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail except for some long strands that hung down by her chin behind the plastic face shield. In her latex-gloved adorned hands was the small circular saw used for cutting the sternum of the cadaver to open the rib cage. As she continued on her autopsy, she bounced in place to the music, stopping every few minutes to complete an unusual dance that apparently belonged to the singer.

Grissom was in complete shock at what he saw. Of all people, the doctor was acting like a fifteen year old girl. He strolled across the room and shut the music off, causing Jamie to stop and turn around.

"What did you do that for? I love that song," Jamie said.

"That is repulsive!" Grissom said. "You're a doctor! And you're an adult!"

"So is Eggo," Jamie stated.

"Well Greg blasted, past tense, music that was understandable. Well, maybe not understandable, but it was in English."

"I love Japanese Rock," Jamie said.

"I don't care what you love. I don't want to walk down the hall and hear this noise," Grissom said, leaving the room.

Jamie smiled to herself. " Soko no bocchan mo ROCK shiteendaro? Soko no jouchan mo ROCK shitenndaro? Nara, minna matomete atama futten!" she sang as loud as she could.

Grissom reappeared in the doorway. "Go ahead and turn your music back on."

Jamie smiled to herself and walked over to her radio, hitting the play button once more. "I'm so good."

"Greg," Jess caught the tall brunet in the hall. "I have the results on your DNA."
"Oh, yea!" Greg laughed, following her into the DNA lab.

Jess handed him the piece of paper that had just printed. "Turns out that hair that you brought in belongs to the suspect as well as the epithelial fragments found inside the baseball cap."

"Nice, very nice," he smiled, turning on his heel to leave. "By the way," he looked over her shoulder at her.

"Yeah?" She looked at him as she began to clean up.

"Great job on your first day. You did better than I did," he winked and left.

Jess smiled. "Thank you."

"Oh, you flirt," Jamie entered the room after Greg had left.

"Me? You're the one who was in the arms of a co-worker the first day. I just smiled and said thank you."

"Well, I'm the one who fell off the bookshelf!" Jamie announced. And like that morning, she realized what she had said. "Oh, you do that on purpose…"

Jess laughed. "I try."

Jamie sat down on Jess's desk. "They're kind of cute."

"Who?"

"Greg and Archie."

"Yeah…I have to agree with you on that one."

"Did you know that Archie liked Miyavi?"

"Liked."

"Hey…doesn't mean I have to stop listening to him."

"I heard what you did to Grissom earlier," Jess said, sitting down in front of a computer.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I just rolled my eyes. I knew you'd do something to tick him off."

"I wasn't planning on it. But when he turned off my radio and told me not to play it anymore, I just began to sing."

"You didn't!" Jess gasped. She knew what Jamie sounded like when she sang. Like a herd of dying cows.

Jamie laughed. "As loud as I could. And I was singing 'Are you ready to rock?' too."

Jess smacked herself in the forehead. "Why did I agree to work in the same state as you?"

Jamie shrugged. "Cause we couldn't survive without each other. Our families live in Maryland and we live here. Hell if we have enough money to fly to visit them on every holiday. So we came together."

Jess nodded. "Yeah. But still. As long as we get along we're fine."

"No, as long as we have separate bedrooms we're fine," Jamie winked.

Jess knew what she was implying and threw a pen at her as she ran into the hallway, running square into Nick's chest.

"Why, hello," Jamie said, blinking into the black fabric that clung to his body. "How are you?"

Nick laughed and stepped back. "You sure are an energetic one."

"Well, I work with dead bodies. Someone's got to have a sense of humor," Jamie said.

Nick threw his head back and laughed. "That's a new one. No one around here is as…unique as you are."

"Well, thanks," Jamie bit her lip. "You're a nice one."

"I try," Nick said. "How old are you?"

Jamie blinked. "You never ask a woman her age, you beast!" She teasingly smacked his arm. "I'm twenty-six. So is she. I'm an April baby, she's a November baby."

"Ah, baby," Nick laughed. "Anyway, I came to tell you girls something."

"What?" Jess asked from the computer.

"That evidence that Jess analyzed and the information Jamie gave on the DB got us a confession."

"Whoot!" Jamie jumped back and planted her feet shoulder-width apart. She pulled her elbows in close and held her hands up by her shoulders, moving her hips side to side in a manner that was incredibly unusual.

"Jess, what is she doing?" Nick asked.

"Well, that's what she calls the Gackt Butt Dance. But for her, it's a victory dance," Jess said.

Nick laughed again. "This is going to be fun," he said, walking down the hall.
Jamie watched as Warrick walked in beside Nick and saw Nick slap a twenty dollar bill in his hand.

Both Jess and Jamie threw their heads back and laughed.