CHAPTER TWO
It was a busy night in the CSI lab. Gil had dispatched Nick and Greg to a DB found floating by the exploding pirate ship at Treasure Island. Catherine and Warrick were en route to a B&E/DB with a burglary victim shot fatally by the security guard who had also been wounded in their exchange in gunfire. 'Where are those two, the place is only five minutes away and they should've been here by now. I need all hands on deck tonight'. Grissom thought to himself.
Gil had been pleased by the addition of Iris as their newest lab member. She was a CSI level one of about eighteen months duration. She had transferred to the Vegas lab from Dallas only two months before, and brought some unique talents with her. She had been utilized, doing everything from grunt CSI work to typing the autopsy reports for Dr. Albert Robbins. Before hiring her, Grissom had asked Nick to inquire about Iris with the Dallas CSI lab director he had worked with before coming to the Vegas CSI lab a few years prior himself. Iris had been given a solid recommendation by her former employer. She had worked as a nurse and at a forensic pathology lab with the Dallas Police Department before getting her degree to work as a criminalist. She was willing to work in any capacity the lab had needed. Her demeanor was quiet and thoughtful. She was getting along very well with the rest of the team and was fast becoming a solid member of it. He had to work on her always calling him Doctor or Mister Grissom, though.
Lost in his thoughts, Grissom was jostled back to reality at his cell phone's classical music tones, but then he noted Brass' number being displayed. He promptly answered, "Jim, what's up?"
"We've got a hostage situation nearby and it's not good," rumbled Brass, "meet me out front."
Grissom's curiosity was piqued, as the CSI unit didn't handle hostage situations unless they ended the wrong way. He grabbed his jacket and kit as before heading out of the lab. He was met by Brass within five minutes outside the LVPD/CSI building.
"Get in and I'll get you up to speed," said Brass, "this is gonna be a long night."
As Gil got in, he found his heart beginning to pound and a throbbing in his temples that signaled a potential migraine but he couldn't fathom yet as to why. However, he felt a growing sense of dread as he readied himself to hear Jim's update about this hostage situation.
