WEEE! My last update till next weekend...but there's nothin fun when your hair gets butchered, sob and cries nosily. All better now anyways yeah. But I protest there is nothing justice about getting your butt length hair butchered to your shoulders...another 3 years of hard earned hair lost in 10 secs.

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Simply Crisis: Mwhahaha Ryan's a loonie and I like it that way...let's just say I've been reading too much stuff about loonies.

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Secret Whispers: Chapter Nine Becoming Part Time Stalkers

Well, the university hadn't changed much...still the same old same old smelly and stuffy place which was the perfect breeding ground for bullies. It could be the place for intellectuals, but they were swamped by all the other popular people that the smart people start to mutate into not so smart people. Ryan stood in the world where both exists, well more to the geeky side, but meh. The only reason why, was because Lilly had made him out as the perfect boyfriend.

Yep, girls swamping him at every turn gasping and exclaiming about the atrocities done to him. It could get very irratating after a while, Sandra, the most clingy of all actually had the nerve to latch onto him. He didn't snap as he usually did, maybe he was going soft, or he just didn't care anymore to see the hurt in her eyes everytime he did. Well you gotta be nice sometime in your life right?

Well anyways Sandra she was a real piece of work, she displayed innocence even if she didn't have any. Always the first one to cry and she was smart. Ryan guessed that was the plus side, he had chemistry and biology with her and he guessed she was okay...Lilly that bitch had been trying to push her onto him for all the years they had gone to university together. It wasn't that she didn't find Sandra pretty, it was just that he was more attracted to a Sandra's blonde counterpart. Yep, Lilly herself.

Not that he'd ever admit that, Ryan was way way to embarrassed to even consider asking her out. She was his best friend and best friends generally do not ask each other out and Ryan was the kind of guy that waited for the ladies to come to him. Not exactly the best tactic of all, but it worked...sometimes.

He smiled at Sandra who was at least a million inches shorter then him, he was pretty short himself standing only about 5'8". Okay some may say otherwise, but compared to the other guys at the university he may as well be a midget for all they cared.

Sandra's face lite up and she brushed her dark brown locks away from her face, her dark skin gleamed in the sunlight. She had one of the most sweetest and smoothest voices ever, "So back for more torture?"

"You know it." Ryan said and wrinkled his nose at the dean who rushed past.

Sandra chuckled and leaned or shall we say snuggled more closer into Ryan's side, not that it hurt but after a few moments it did tend to get uncomfy. He didn't say anything, but walked to their first class of the day, which happened to be biology.

From the shadows a pair of jealous sapphire eyes peeked out and followed Ryan and Sandra's progress down the hallway. Well she had brought it down on herself, she was so stupid as not to see the sign's earlier. Stupid...stupid...stupid...

At the crime lab, Grissom jumped out of his seat faster then a scared rabbit would, "You want to what!"

Jim Brass cocked an eyebrow, "Not my fault, Grissom, the sheriff want your people to drop all cases and give them to Ecklie that doesn't have to do with this serial killer. He also wants you to put your guys on surveillance on your main suspects at night."

"But that...but that..." for once in his life Gris couldn't think of anything smart to say.

Brass looked amused, "Hey not my fault. Just following instructions."

"Yeah." Grissom steamed and headed out the door.

There he was met by the ass kissing Conrad Ecklie, okay he shouldn't be thinking those kinds of thoughts. Especially after the kidnapping with Nick, but Ecklie rattled even the sturdiest of chains. "Thanks for the cases, Grissom."

Grissom glared at his retreating back and went to inform his people about the change in plans. He walked into the break room and quickly evaluated that Sara was not there. "Where's Sara? She's never one to be tardy." especially since she wanted to impress him.

"Oh." said Cath where she sat playing poker with Warrick, "She phoned and said she would be a couple minutes late. Her car broke down and she had to take it in to be fixed.

"Hit me! Crap!" Cath said as she went over 21 and threw down her cards.

Warrick chuckled and claimed the candy on the table, Grissom raised an eyebrow at them. He also took in Nick who was sitting and staring at nothin and Greg who was sleeping and drooling all over the couch that he had claimed for himself. Grissom thought maybe he needed an air horn to wake them all up into their serious mood.

Grissom sat and waited for Sara, Cath was claiming she could win back the candy if Warrick would give her another chance. Warrick shook his head and asked what she had to offer. "More candy!" Cath shouted, "And a cup of Greg's coffee."

"What bout me coffee." asked Greg groggily.

"Nothing, Greggo, just go to sleep." Cath said in her baby voice.

It had the desired effect and Greg was drifting off once again. Sara rushed in and of course woke everybody out of their trances. "Sara you're here." Grissom said stating the obvious.

"Well no duh. Otherwise I wouldn't be here." Sara said throwing off her scarf which hit Greg on the way over to a heap of clothing.

Greg looked like he tasted something foul and immediately turned his back to her to fall asleep once again. Nick shook him awake and hissed at him, "Assignments!"

That got Greg sitting bolt upright, Grissom started, "Jim has just informed me that we are to drop all cases that has nothing to do with the Death Artist."

"Oh so we're calling him or her the Death Artist now?" Nick asked.

"No that's what the media are calling him. It's after a book called the Death Artist you know, but the guy who did it actually used the bodies as part of his master pieces, not carving the pictures onto their backs." Grissom said.

"What book have you not read?" Greg asked as Sara shooed his feet away for a place to sit.

"There's plenty of books I haven't read..." he was interrupted by fuming Cath who had just lost all over her sugar.

"Just get on with it."

"As I was saying we are to hand over all the cases that have nothing to do with the Death Artist to Ecklie's team. We are put on surveillance of our main suspects form dusk till dawn."

"So..." said Greg, "2/3's are on surveillance and 1/3 are doing all the work? Well that hardly seems excitable."

"Not my fault." Grissom said, "Sara and I will do the lab work, Warrick and Cath will look out for our rich boy and you and Nick will take the loonie."

"All right." they all sighed and got moving.

Not the most eventful task in the whole world, Joe was being a good daddy's pet and had went to bed early for the night. Cath had fallen asleep and Warrick's head was drooping every five seconds, trying to keep his mind clear but preoccupied. He made the mistake of looking over at Cath and for the 100th time he regretted marrying Tina so soon, he should've sorted out his priorites first before going ahead. Marriage was a big thing and he couldn't just leave Tina in the loop, he loved her too...but...

Warrick shook his head clear of those thoughts and cursed the government, why couldn't he marry two ladies at the same time? No no no...that wouldn't be good, they'd fight to death. Ha...some things can never be corrected properly and he hoped that Cath did not hate him for choosing Tina over her...wait wait wait where's that little rich son of a bitch going?

He woke Cath up and they both watched him climb out from his window about 3 stories from the ground and shimmy down the metal pipe that was conviently placed beside his window. Warrick and Cath watched as he got into a car and drove off, Warrick lazily turned the car on and drove after him. Too bad they weren't police, because they'd be issuing speeding tickets right about now.

Warrick followed him to the not so wealthy part of the city, but still a couple of notches above the slums. He parked in front of a small time bar and got out, Warrick slowed and parked his car on the opposite side of the street and killed the engine. There suspect got out and was met by a gaggle of people coming down the street, they all disappeared into the miniature bar.

Warrick said, "Now we wait."

"Yeah."

Then Warrick's cellphone rang...