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Secret Whispers: Chapter Twelve Proficiencies

Ryan seriously thought he was going to shrivel up and die under the cold glare of one of the lab techs. Why oh why did they split up the interns? Ryan stared into the microscope, now what the heck was that squiggly thing? He knew it somewhere deep in his subconscious mind, but nothing was coming to his mind right now. He stared at his watch, his pen tapping idly on his notepad and panicked slightly 15 minutes left and he couldn't figure out what that squiggly thing was.

He did it the old fashioned and very slow way, running through ever skin type he knew of or could think of on the spot. Then wait, maybe…just maybe…yes, that's right fish scales. Ryan mentally gave himself a pat on the back and wrote it down as the timer went off. Phew! Next was the interview with the leaders of this weird charade, Ryan couldn't help dreading it, he was totally not good with people.

Ryan twitched as he stared at the preserved fetal pigs and little animals floating around in their jars. Butterflies and moths were preserved in thick slabs of plastic and hung all around the office along with a number of other things he didn't care to think about. The only thing that was worth not freaking out over were the tarantulas, they were safely bundled up in their glass tanks and they weren't all that big. Besides if was very irrational to freak out due to the fact of non-poisonous spiders.

Ryan turned around as the door creaked open and the trout started singing, his fingers twitched, he wanted to kill it. Four people filed in, one the head of the department, bug guy, blonde lady, and detective dude. Not good with names, totally not good with names. "I hope you will forgive us for the time delay." The head of the department said.

Ryan cocked his head and nodded while thinking, apologize to my sore butt you bastard. Indeed Ryan's behind was sore indeed; the people each grabbed chairs and plunked down around the desk. Supposedly taking the friendly tactic. It never works, they looked more like freaky ghosts then friendly companions. They ran through all the basic routine questions, where did you come from? Blah…blah…blah… Ryan lied with the best of them and then suddenly the big question came, "Where were you between the hours of 9 and 10 on the day Tim Michaels died?"

Well aren't they persistent old geezers, "I told you probably at the park busking."

"Security tape says differently."

"What security tape?"

"At the apartment where Michaels was found dead."

"It has a security camera there?"

"Yes, it does. Now answer the question."

"I may have visited my cousin." Ryan supplied reluctantly, well close enough he wasn't exactly lying now.

"You may have?"

Ryan rolled his eyes, "I don't keep track of the days of the week unless it includes Saturday and Sunday."

"Aw, come on you can do better then that."

"Look, if this is not an official Interrogation then spare me the theatrics and tell me when you're going to see me again, because you aren't then I'm taking off." Ryan got up and headed for the door, "I'm late for class."

After a stunned silence, Grissom spoke first, "He's guilty I know it."

"Yeah, well unless we have something solid on him, then he goes free and he works spillover from the day shift cases." Ecklie said, "Whether you like it or not, Grissom. Now who else should we…"

Greg roamed restlessly around the lab and stuffed another cheesy in his mouth, he had been pushed into CSI on duty and was pretty sure he was the only one here besides Grissom and the lab techies and perhaps the coroner. He was suppose to standby for sudden emergencies, yeah right like there was going to be any at all.

He gave the DNA lab a wide berth, he had been mistaken earlier to go in there. Jesus that intern in there was creepy and not in the scary way but in the overly friendly way. He believed her name was Wendy Sims, she probably had gotten anyone within 500 miles into a small friendly dinner.

Greg passed the Trace lab and peeked in, there suspect had somehow curled up in one of those uncomfortable chairs meant to keep lab rats awake and fallen asleep. Greg decided a peek in there wouldn't hurt, as soon as he opened the door, Ryan's head raised, "Mmph?"

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm studying." Ryan said raising the thick textbook a slight inch.

"Okay let me rephrase, what are you studying?" Greg said coming into the lab and sitting down on the only other spare chair.

"For my anatomy on a regular pig's test tomorrow." Ryan said his eyes out of focus.

"That must be fun."

"No, not really, my professor has some unique way of making things more disgusting then they should be." A slight pause, "Even a description of owl, he has to go into great detail of how they throw of pellets."

Greg tapped the arm of his chair, "A question."

"Go ahead."

"Why are you working Trace? I thought it was your turn in DNA."

"Ask Miss. Bubbly in the next room. She has a thing for blood I'm guessing, begs me not to trade places, gods who could argue with her? I swear if she invites me to one of her crazy lunch parties again then I'm quitting."

"Oh." Greg said. "So…"

Ryan's cell phone rang, "Sorry." He murmured and looked down at the displayed number and cocked his head to the side in puzzlement, "Hello?"

Greg raised an eyebrow as Ryan rushed out the lab white as a sheet.