Disclaimer: I own none of the original characters from CSI, I just worked with them. Secondly, I don't know if there even is a level six for CSI's or if the are treated this way at all, or for that matter that there are regions in which CSI's operate. I just like this idea. This goes for this chapter and all those in the future for this story. Please review people, I like getting feedback, any feedback, good bad or ugly. Also if you have some idea that you would like to see happen in this story in the future, send it to me, I can probably work it in. Thanks and enjoy!
Chapter 1
Catherine Willows is sitting at her desk just before her shift is to start sorting through her mail in preparation for the new day. Suddenly Conrad Eckley walks in and says reticently "I need the entire day shift to get over to the Bellagio, a car was just discovered in their fountain."
"Right. Are there any details that we should be notified of?"
"Yeah, get there and do a prelim but it looks like we are going to need to call in a level six for the final. There are some strange markings on the car according to the witnesses."
"Great, and our chances of getting a level six stationed here are higher the more we call them in correct?"
"Just do your job and leave the politics to me."
"I just hope you know what you are doing," and who you will be getting stationed here. "I'll call up the regional sixes and see who is available."
"Six, not sixes. Here's the number, there are normally two on call but one is on vacation and the other one retired. I couldn't get the regional office to give me the name so you'll need to be wary."
"Will do, sir," she says as she takes the slip of paper with the phone number on it from him. Eckley then nods and walks out of the office.
Catherine starts chuckling when she sees the number on the paper, just as Nick and Warrick walk in to get their new assignments.
"What's so funny, Cat?" asks Nick.
"Oh, nothing. We're all down at the Bellagio today, someone drove into their fountain. Just do a pre-lim on the scene for now, we have to wait for a level six to show up and we may end up having a few more people joining the team for the final."
"Oh, why so?" asked Warrick.
"Just trust me on this one," she said with a wink. "Now why don't you guys start loading the cars, I'll be along in a few minutes." Both of the guys left.
Catherine dials the number from the paper that Eckley gave her: 365-7446, which translated to DOL-PHIN.
"Hello, Monarch speaking."
"Hey, Dolphin how are you?" Some sputtering is heard on the other end as if the speaker is swimming and went under for a few minutes.
"Pussy? I thought…doesn't matter what I thought. I'm good. How are you and Linds?"
"We're both doing well, Lindsay is a teenager now and I mean that with all the vehemence I have."
"You do know you had it coming from what I heard about you as a teenager. But I thought you had a little bit longer before she hit that…wow, am I getting old now. Shit! I forgot my last birthday!" she says as she collapses into a fit of giggles in which Catherine shortly joins her. Catherine hears her get out of the water she was swimming in.
"So, what you callin' 'bout? I never knew you to call for sentimental reasons."
"Well…I need a level six out here and…"
"I'm the only one on call in the region, I know," Monarch interrupted. "So, when you need me there by?"
"Yesterday."
"Aah. Alright well I can't leave for another half hour so that will make my arrival time about 3 ish ok?"
"Yeah, and how about you skip going to headquarters and head straight to the scene at the Bellagio, I'll call in your arrival to my supervisor."
"Alrighty, is there anyone in particular you were wanting to work with on this that you haven't been able to recently because of the change up in the region? I mean I am the Dolphin here sooo…"
Cathrine laughs at that, "You have always been the Dolphin of the two of us."
"I know."
"But now that you mention it, it would be nice to work with my old team again."
"And are you going to list them for me, or am I going to track them down using the underlings here?"
"No, I'll tell you who they are. Give those poor people who have to work with you alone. If I still know you as I think I do then all of them are only running on 2 hours sleep…max and you, you are just as chipper as ever and seem to get everything done miraculously."
"No shit, Sherlock. Why waste time sleeping when I can give some people closure on their family or friends death. Sleeping is for holidays, sick days and when I am stuck with something…"
"Because you always wake up with the answer in half an hour, I know. You've been saying that since before we were friends, Dolphin. Anyway, if you could get this team together for this case I would really appreciate it. I am already working with Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown. If you could get Greg Sanders and Sara Sidle that would be great."
"I've heard about those four, I look forward to working with them. Especially Calico, I saw a picture of Mr. Sanders a while back when he was getting his level three or something, I don't remember. It's been awhile since I read those things particularly since your supervisor is the one sending them out. I just love to annoy Cons, and I have the leverage to do so. Anyway was there anyone else?"
"There is one more I would like to work with but I know you aren't going to like it."
"Gruesome. Why the hell do you guys like working together so much, I mean I know he's fantastic but…" she trailed off. "You got it, I'm gonna pull the rug from right beneath Cons feet."
"Be nice," Catherine warned.
"I'm always nice. I'll see you later today, and don't tell him I want it to be a surprise."
"Alright, but come and see me first."
"You got it. Talk to you later."
Catherine hung up the phone. "Hey Cat, you coming for the prelim?" asked Nick as he popped his head in on his way to the SUV's.
"Yeah, and we got our level six."
