Disclaimer: I don't….I don't…own CSI. Only the OC. breaks into tears

Chapter 2: Reunited

Nobody was there.

Of course everyone else on the plane had either gone their own way or met up laughing and smiling with their own family. But where was he? She looked around anxiously, but still there was no one. Sighing, she took a seat on the chair and looked out the window of the airport.

He probably has a new case. I mean, this was Las Vegas. Murders were as common as casinos. She slumped down dejectedly in her seat. It looked like she'd be sitting here for a long time. Sighing again, she sunk even lower into the chair and listened to the voices of the people.

A man was hugging his wife fiercely, his children surrounding them in a semi-circle, crying tears of joy. An old couple we arguing over which flight number they were going on, forgetting the fact that the man had the ticket in his hand. A teenage boy was listening to loud rock music, way over the sound limit an ear could take before losing hearing. Nickelback in a way, seemed the appropriate song to listen to in this place.

Not all scenes were joyous. A boy around nineteen seemed to be holding back tears, an army suit on and a small suitcase in his hands. His parents were walking away, the mother already sobbing and the father holding her. Another man was holding roses and chocolates in his hand, looking around desperately for someone, and then walked out the exit doors, dropping his items in the trash on the way out.

She got up and stretched, looking around again. There was no one, he wasn't here. He didn't send anyone for her, she could see that clearly enough. Aimlessly, she began to walk around, ignoring the arguing family of five next to her whining to a lone mother. She began humming along to the Nickelback song without knowing it, still trudging along.

"…Pulls the trigger fast as she can, never again, been there before but not like this-"

"Quinn?"

She spun around and saw past a group of tourists, him. With a joyous shriek, and a small blush on her face, she ran up to him.

"Uncle GIL!"

Just as she remembered him, exactly as she remembered him. Short, gray hair and the same pair of glasses he had worn those many years ago. He had saved her from them, the people who had called themselves her parents. He was smiling, his hands at his sides, a manila folder in his hands. She couldn't stop though. Dropping her bags, she jumped up and hugged him, beginning to cry softly into his black jacket, holding him tightly. He was here. He was here.

"Quinn."

She looked up; her eyes still wet and saw him smiling down at her, hugging her back. She grinned right back at him, and struggling to stop her tears, broke their embrace and held out a hand.

"Quinn Bailey, reporting for lab techie."

He stared at her for a moment, as though taking her all in and then, the smile widening on his face, he shook her hand.

"Gil Grissom, nightshift supervisor."

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"Ok, where is he?"

Everyone was back in the conference room, except for Grissom. Catherine had already tried paging him, calling him on his cell phone, but still no luck. She looked around the room, summing everyone up. But she could tell right away nobody knew anything.

"Damnit, there's a little boy out there dead in the worst possible way, and he's gone somewhere else?'

Sara stood up and held Catherine's arm, stopping her from continuing her rant.

"Catherine, I know how you feel about child cases but-"

"But nothing! He's the best person we know who can solve the case and he's missing!"

The boys sat back in there seats and gave each other knowing looks. Catherine Willows was the one person you could count on to get uptight and angry about child cases. Her having a child of her own, not to mention one who always got into trouble, situations like these always had a negative affect on her character. Finally, she stopped resisting Sara as something caught her eye.

"Went to get the new member of our group. Feed the dung beetle the decaying fruit in the back of the mini-fridge."

"Huh?"

Catherine pointed to the small note taped to the door. Greg tried to but failed to stifle his laughter. Soon even Nick and Warrick were laughing, to the cold glare of the females. Finally, as Greg caught Sara's eye, he stopped laughing quickly and elbowed Nick pointedly. Soon the room was quiet again, not mentioning the muttering of how stupid Gil could be. AN: I'm not going to put in writing what Catherine is saying since, it's not very appropriate. Even at this rating.

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"I just can't believe I get to work with you! This is so…so great!"

Gil just smiled, listening to the almost non-stop chatter of his niece. Even after living through a bad childhood, she was just as he remembered. Intelligent, wide-eyed, curious. Just like when she was a child ready to face the world. And he had had the opportunity to witness some of her feats.

"Uncle Gil, when will I be meeting all of them? From your letters it sounds like all of you enjoy working with each other."

"Well, it depends. When do you want to start?"

"……."

Gil dared to take his eyes off the road to look at her for a moment. She was looking out the window, a habit she had picked up as a child. Whenever she was thinking or avoiding something, she'd look out the window. And another thing he noticed was that she would become dead silent around other people. But talks like a madman when she was alone with him.

"How 'bout tomorrow? I mean, I only have a couple of things. And I could probably move into my apartment and get everything looking the way I want by tonight. Go to sleep in the morning, be back for, what did you call it? Oh yeah, graveyard shift."

He nodded. That would work. She was always a hard worker, determined to get the job done. Now there was only the matter of who her mentor would be.

"So you'll be learning how we do things from Greg."

"…."

"Is there a problem?"

"…isn't he the one that reads porn magazines in his spare time?"

"…."

"Please tell me you were just kidding in the letters."

"…."

"…."

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Greg sat back in the lab again, looking through a magazine. He couldn't help but think. Readers Digest. Just the book that made you wish Sara hadn't thrown away all the good magazines.

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"This is my apartment?"

It seemed that today she couldn't stop smiling. It was so cool! Everything was sleek and spotless. Well, maybe that was because there was barely anything in it, other than the essentials.

"Don't worry about paying me back. Just you being here is more than enough."

She gave him another hug when suddenly she felt a buzzing sound next to her hip. Stepping back, Grissom reached to his belt and grabbed his cell phone, then answered.

"GIL WHERE ARE YOU!"

Even Quinn could hear the woman's voice. And it wasn't happy.

"WE HAVE A CASE THAT NEEDS SOLVING, AND ALL WE HAVE IS A PIECE OF PAPER THAT SAYS NOTHING!"

"Catherine, calm down. I'm just helping the new lab girl to her apartment. It's-"

"NO BIG DEAL?"

"I'll be there when I get there. Don't send anyone back to the Crime Scene just yet."

With that he hung up. Giving her an apologetic shrug, they hugged one last time before he gave her the key and left. Quinn re-entered the room, locking the door behind her.

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"YOU'VE BEEN READING THIS WHOLE TIME INSTEAD OF TRYING TO DECODE THE MESSAGE?"

"Oops."

Yesh, that chapter's over. Don't worry, the next chapter is where they finally meet. I would like some reviews puppy eyes or else. Cerberus leers down at you, salivia dripping from it's cavernous mouth. Yeah, I'm weird. But PLEASE REVIEW!