Chapter 22- Evidence

It was midway through the shift when Alyssa looked up at the people walking towards the evidence room. Catherine had left her to sift through various pieces of clothing and evidence to look for anything that doesn't belong. Greg walked in followed by Nick,

"Hey what's cookin' good lookin'?" Greg said standing right beside Alyssa.

"I feel like I'm going on a wild goose chase and I'm headless. Guys I don't know what I'm looking for." She sighed.

"What have you got so far?" Nick asked coming around behind her.

"Few blood spots, a few seminal stains a couple of hairs, but that's about it." She sighed pointing to the little packages pilled in an overly neat fashion.

"Seminal?" Nick asked stepping forward.

"Seminal." She nodded.

"This girl is only 13." Greg looked over at Nick.

Alyssa's head snapped up. "13?"

"13," Nick confirmed.

"What are you two parrots?" Greg smirked reaching for the labeled packets, but his hand was swatted away.

"Gloves Sanders, and don't touch they are ordered." She scolded.

Greg sighed and pulled out his gloves, slipping one on and reached for one of the packets.

Alyssa eyed him. "If you want you can take those to DNA…" She wiggled her eyebrows.

Greg laughed and nodded. "You got it." He said and waved over his shoulder and he headed out.

Alyssa began to re-bag the rest of the clothing when Nick's hand landed on her arm.

"Miss me?" She smirked and looked up at him.

Nick nodded and leaned in but was pushed away. "You heard Grissom. Not at work."

"He actually said between us… and there's not one in the room… and we're the only two here… so in all technical-"

He stopped when she began to giggle.

"What?"

"Nothing,"

"Why were you laughing?"

"Because you were trying to convince me... it was… kind of…refreshing." She smirked and turned back to the clothing.

Nick shook his head and helped her bag the evidence.

As Alyssa was placing the evidence in the evidence locker, Nick's phone went off. "I have an autopsy in 30 minutes." He sighed watching Alyssa place her gloves into another bag.

"Lucky," She smirked and locked the locker.

"With Greg making the evidence run, I could use some help with the evidence collection on the body…" He smirked.

Alyssa nodded slowly and stepped forward. "That sounds like a good idea, I'm going to grab lunch… no bad idea…a coffee from break room and I'll meet you in 20." She looked back to the door to see if anyone was coming. When she saw the hallway clear she leaned towards Nick giving him a quick kiss on his lips, then headed to the break room waving over her shoulders.

"You didn't even give me time to enjoy that…" he trailed off and left the evidence room.

Alyssa was pouring coffee when Grissom came in, "good you taped up your gash when you were collecting evidence." He nodded in approval.

Alyssa nodded, "want a cup?" She said reaching for the cup in his hand as he pushed it forward nodding.

"So how's Sara?" She smirked pouring his mug. "Milk and sweetener?" she asked turning her head.

"Sugar,"

"Sweetener," Alyssa turned to Grissom with the sweetener in one hand and the mug in other threatening to pour.

"It's better for you." She urged.

"Yea, but I don't I don't want 'better for you' I want tastier." He stood straight.

Alyssa smirked and brought the sweetener closer to the mug. "How's Sara?" She asked.

"I don't know,"

"Liar..." She sang threatening to pour.

Grissom stepped forward.

"How's Sara, and don't tell me you don't know."

Grissom sighed.

"Ah, what a man would do for sugar…" She laughed.

"She'll be back to work in a few days."

"She went away on holidays," Alyssa said putting the sweetener down.

Grissom raised his eyebrow, wondering how exactly she knew, and looked at the floor.

"Why didn't you go?" she said putting in one dab of sugar and one dab of sweetener. She held the mug out to Grissom.

He looked up at her and saw the sugar on the counter and no sight of the sweetener, that wasbehind her. "She needed time." He said accepting the mug.

"How long did you make her wait…?" Alyssa asked sitting in the chair beside where Grissom was standing.

"How do you women do it?"

"Do what?"

"That."

"Oh… you mean know things?" She said taking a sip of her hot liquid.

"Yes…well… those things." He said leaning on the table.

"Well if you haven't noticed I'm a women, so I must know somethings." She smirked.

"I'm guessing Nick has noticed you're a woman." He said nonchalantly.

Alyssa nearly spit up her coffee and looked up blushing as Grissom gave her a knowing smirk.

"Ha...Ha…Ok… yes." She clicked her tongue against her tooth.

Grissom nodded slowly taking anther sip.

Alyssa stood up and in front of Grissom, "let me help you with Sara."

He laughed. "Uh… no."

"Come on," Alyssa pleaded.

He shook his head.

"Fine guess you'll never know how muchwomen she is..." She said turning and sighing.

It was Grissom's turn to choke on his coffee, Sara in bed. Sara. Bed.

"Miss. Crane." He stopped her.

Alyssa smiled to her self and turned to face him, cocking her head sideways.

"Alright, just keep it quiet and please ,little damage."

"I resent that Gil Grissom." She smirked. "When is she landing?"

"Thursday at 2pm,"

"I'll pick her up and take her for lunch; I have to meet Nick in autopsy now." She said looking at the clock.

"Autopsy table are cold on the back."

"TO… collect evidence on a 13 year old victim. Mind out of the gutter," She scolded and walked out.

"I thinkneed a cold shower," he mumbled his thoughts turning to Sara.

TBC...