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Secret Whispers: Chapter Eleven Anger Needs Managing

Ecklie knocked on the door to Grissom's entomology lab or if you want his office, Grissom looked up from a fairly entertaining article about dung beetles. "Did you know…" Grissom started.

"No I don't want to know, I'm here to remind you it's that time of the year again." Ecklie said.

Grissom blinked, "When dung beetles start to mate?"

"No." Ecklie said, "Interns."

"Oh, and?" Grissom asked finally getting on track.

"And, you're suppose to be there, right now, in a meeting." Ecklie said making a shooing motion to the door.

"Oh right." Grissom said practically jumping out of his seat.

Ecklie shook his head and followed Grissom to the break room or now known as the conference room. Catherine and Brass were already there staring at the long list of name and looking slightly overwhelmed. Ecklie sat down and said, "Now that, Grissom, has finally decided to join us…"

"No no, he can't intern here…seriously Brass, that kids got a 32 average in chemistry…" Cath said a little too loudly.

Ecklie cleared his throat, "Moving on, we can choose the interns when we come to it."

Cath looked a bit sheepish, "Sorry."

"Now…" Ecklie started his little lecture that they went through every year, seriously the guy needed to change the lecture around and make it more interesting.

Grissom's mind wandered back to his dung beetle article, while Cath and Brass decided to battle it out, rather quietly about some kids failing grade. Grissom glanced at the long sheet of names and his eyes caught on one in particular, it took a while for his sleep fogged mind to catch up with his subconscious recognition. There the fifteenth name down was Ryan Anderson, Grissom's brow knitted slightly and a frown showed on his face.

The names were in alphabetical order, not percent average, otherwise Grissom would've seen his name instantly. Grissom stood up, disturbing Ecklie from his long and monotonous speech. "What now?"

"We can't let him intern here or anywhere else, he might…"

"Grissom, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Our suspect, we can't let him come intern here he might compromise the evidence or something." Grissom said.

"Unlikely, look one test and then three proficiencies if he compromises anything then he gets charged and you know it. Look if it makes you feel better, let his proficiencies be the already analyzed evidence from your serial killer crime scenes. If anything is amiss then report him and get him kicked out of school or something like that. Besides Grissom, you don't have absolute proof he even did it."

Grissom sat down reluctantly, tightlipped "Alright, but he works for the dayshift until you are sure he can be trusted."

"Fine."

Nick passed by the lab on a totally uneventful day, he had just left stalker duty to take a break in the break room, but a sniffle coming from the lab stopped him. He peeked in knowing that it was Andrea on duty not Hodges, seriously Nick wouldn't know what to do if Hodges started crying in the middle of his shift. That was a scary idea, as Nick stepped into the lab.

Nick noticed instantly that something was wrong, Andrea had her back turned towards him and she wasn't in her regular getup. Usually she wore a modified black old-fashioned dress, much shorter and much more frillier, bells and hanging pieces of fabric made her look like some weird exotic bird of paradise. What's more scary she was wearing 5-inch heels or close to it.

From what Nick could see, Andrea was wearing what she usually wore to court, not that she went often. "Andrea?" Nick asked almost scared that the aliens had possessed her like what David kept on going about.

Another sniffle, "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"What do you expect." She turned around.

Nick's eyes immediately widened and that exact moment Warrick walked in too, coerced into coming by the small talk. "Wow, talk about career Barbie." Warrick said.

"Warrick, you're a married man." Nick said and hit Rick in the arm.

Andrea sniffed again then looked down in horror at her black suit and looked up horrified, "You're right, OH MY GOD!"

Of course that had to attract Grissom in, "Andrea?" he said an eyebrow raised, "What's the matter?"

"This is the matter." Andrea said and grabbed a sheet of paper and slapped it into Grissom's chest, "I'm…I'm…" she started crying and little rivers of mascara ran down her face, "Violating the dress code or…or something."

The guys all looked alarmed, Grissom with his fairly bad people skills actually said something right for a change, "You know what? Screw it." He crinkled up the sheet in a ball and threw it in the dustbin, "Now…will you get back to work."

Andrea wiped her eyes, therefore smearing more mascara onto her face and nodded, "Can I lose the shoes?"

Grissom nodded and left, Andrea started hopping around, before she managed to grab one of her heels and flinging it off. She ran around, "Home free!"

Nick shook his head, woman and clothes, what was so important about them anyways? "So, what about those knife marks?"

Andrea stopped in mid stride and promptly said, "Not the same kind of marks, my guess the second knife was some kind of modern day dagger thing, or something close to it. You know why do you keep coming to me about these marks, you should go over and bug Bobby in Ballistics."

Grissom cocked an eyebrow and left with Warrick, Nick stayed where he was, "Why Ballistics?"

"Cause their apartment is about impressions and whatever…" Andrea said taking a tissue and wetting it with water.

"But you're a weapons expert." Nick said.

"But I don't work in Ballistics." Andrea said.

Nick gave it up for a lost cause and headed out the door to get his coffee, he couldn't argue effectively due to the fact that his head seemed to be stuffed with goose feathers at that point.

Taking his long sip of coffee, he headed back to the lab to prove his point; at first glance the lab was empty. Strange, Andrea was always there unless she was on break, and her break was in half an hour. Nick wandered into the back and there was Andrea, her back turned towards him changing.

Nick was the kind of guy who prided himself for not being a peeking tom, but that one moment in his life destroyed his reputation. Although he didn't see anything special, he still was standing there gawking at the lean tanned back presented to him. A tattoo of an ancient Egyptian eagle was inked on her back, rippling every time she moved.

After those short seconds, she put on her fairy dress (as Nick referred to it) and turned around. Nick felt his face flush, an interesting sensation around his lower regions. Andrea walked up to him, "See anything you like?"

"Uh…uh…uh…no?" it came out a question.

Andrea glared at him and pushed away, "Get out of my lab then."

She stalked away and Nick went after her, he grabbed her arm, "Andrea…sorry…I've just never been in this predicament before…" Nick trailed off, unable to explain.

She patted his arm, "That's okay Nicky, now I'll ask you again, like what you see?"

Nick went an interesting shade of magenta, "Yes."

"Aw…Nicky's embarrassed." Andrea said before giving Nick a kiss on the cheek.

Nick growled and stormed out, totally forgetting about the point he was suppose to argue about. Andrea smiled deviously and did a little dance on the spot, causing a bunch of test tubes to tip precariously over the desk. She made a grab for them and kept dancing to a tune in her head.

At the end of the day, Grissom's mood was getting fairly dark, snapping at everyone within shouting distance. That's pretty far, well at least it got the building free of people looking for some overtime pay.