CHAPTER 2

"Oh God!" Sara gasped "I didn't expect for that to happen." She rushed over and knelt down next to Blue. "Blue, Blue come on wake up." Sara shook the girl's shoulder gently, trying to wake her up.

"I guess she's not a fan of blood" Doc Robbins quipped. Blue groaned softly.

"Guess not," Sara said looking back at Dr. Robbins. She shook Blue lightly again. "Come on wake up, we'll get you back to the lab where this won't happen." Blue grimaced and opened her eyes.

"Want to go back to the lab?" Sara asked with a strained smile.

"Merde" Blue muttered the French for 'shit' and then nodded a little "Please..." She pushed herself up into a sitting position.

"Hey I'm sorry about that. I didn't think you would pass out." Sara offered her a hand and helped Blue up.

"I probably would've thrown up if I had eaten. That sort of thing has never sat well with me..." Blue brushed off her clothes after she had stood. A frown crossed her face as they left to go back to the lab.

"Sorry about that," Sara said again. "Hopefully you won't have to go down there anymore."

"Great, my first day on the job and I faint..." Blue sighed, straightening her shirt and smoothing her pants. She was embarrassed by her reaction to seeing the autopsy.

"It's all right I won't tell," Sara said, sensing the new DNA tech's embarrassment. She stopped at the lab and opened the door.

"Thanks Sara." Blue rubbed her head, going into the lab. "I am definitely staying in the lab," she muttered.

"You'll get more used to it. Just send someone to find me if you need any help. I have to go see what Greg needed earlier." Sara looked down the hall to see if he was anywhere around.

"All right, thanks Sara," Blue walked into the lab and started to get to work. Sara nodded and went off to find Greg.

The lab door opened again almost as soon as Sara left. "I need these processed," Catherine said going into the lab. She stopped and looked up from some papers she was reading. "Oh, are you new?"

Blue nodded, "Oh yes, Blue Sonnier." She turned off the microscope and put the slide back in it's box.

"I'm Catherine Willows," the red headed CSI introduced herself. "I need you to test these fibers for DNA." She handed a plastic evidence bag to Blue.

"My pleasure," Blue said setting the bag with the fibers on the table.

"Thank you. We're trying to rule out a few suspects with this." Catherine flipped through the file she was holding. She was turning to leave as Blue asked her a question.

Blue nodded as she started taking the fibers from their packages, "What was the case?" She kept looking down at her work as she spoke, raising her eyes as she waited for Cathrine's answer.

"A man was found dead in his office," Catherine said turning back. We're tying to rule out the secretary and his personal assistant. Both of which have possibly credible alibis. Page me with the results, please." Blue nodded as Catherine left.

Blue continued to work, getting the machines set up. And then checked on some things the assistants had started. Sitting down on a stool Blue picked up paper work that someone had left for her to do.

A while later a blond head poked through the door. "Hey you busy?" Greg asked. She was bent over a machine, adjusting something on it.

She held up a finger, indicating for him to wait, as she got the machine set up. "Tres bien" Blue muttered in French. Then she turned around to face Greg. "Erm, not for a little while." She pointed to the machines going. "Just waiting on some samples to finish."

"Getting worked already," Greg laughed walking into the lab. "I see Catherine got to you first. I have some hairs and some saliva I need to see if they're from the same person." He set the sample containers on a lab table.

"Ahhh,hair and spit, my two favorite things..." Blue said examining the containers.

"Hey no one said Lab was a glam job," Greg commented, as she continued to look at the samples he had brought in.

Blue rolled her eyes, "I've already worked in one for four years, I can handle these things."

"Sorry, didn't know," Greg said apologetically, surprised that she had snapped at him.

"No, I'm sorry..." Blue shrugged. "That was a bit bitchy. You didn't know."

"I know how it is, I worked in lab for six years," Greg said with a smile. "Hey if you need anything I'm your man, but I gotta run." Blue smiled back and went to check on Catherine's fiber as Greg left.

-Meanwhile-

"What the hell..." Nick spun around, nearly dropping the sheet with Aimee's fingerprints. The other showgirls were frozen with fear.

"It sounded like a gun shot," Aimee whispered, looking around cautiously.

Charlie, the stage manager, came running in, "Hey you guys are gonna wanna take look at this," he said his eyes wide. He pointed to Nick and Grissom.

Grissom and Nick looked at each other with worried expressions as we followed a police officer to the scene. "So, do you think this rules her out?" Nick asked as he looked at the body of Carlotta.

Grissom looked at her carefully, "Whoever did this could still be nearby."

"Charlie what happened?" Aimee asked him as Nick and Grissom left.

"I heard a gun shot and I ran to see where it came from I found Carlotta laying on the ground. The stage door was open and a gun was laying near it." He said.

"This one looks like it could have some questions," Nick said as he looked at his supervisor.

"They all have questions Nick," Grissom replied.

"Now they're really not going to let us leave," Aimee sighed. All she wanted was to go home and take a bath, and then talk to her aunt. She was sitting with the other girls while Nick and Grissom started going over the new scene.

"It looks like whoever did this ran off," Nick said a few minutes after they had process the scene.

"The coroner is coming for the body, and we still need to collect some more evidence, especially around the dressing table" Grissom told him as he did a quick survey of the room.

Aimee leaned her head back against the wall in the makeshift waiting room the other CSIs who had arrived set up. This was getting tiring.

Nick started to dust for prints.

"When can we go home?" one of the other girl whined out loud. "My boyfriend is waiting for me."

Aimee rolled her eyes. Nothing that the girl was saying was helping the situation

"I'm sure that he can stand to wait for a little while" Grissom said to her cooly

"Ugh, I haven't seen him in two weeks," she went on.

"Kitty shut up," Aimee growled at her.

"Ok, we're going to need to get prints from all of you. Now, if you don't like that then we can get a court order. Of course, you'd have to wait here until it came through, so it'd be a lot quicker to just let us print you" Nick said to the girls as he flashed them a smile. Everyone groaned but lined up to be printed.

Grissom just smiled that little smile of his. "Thank you ladies."

"And this just rules us out right?" One of the girls asked.

"Right, unless one of you girls was somewhere you shouldn't have been."

"Nobody likes Carlotta, but none of us want to go to jail," Kitty muttered.

Aimee glanced at her and rolled her eyes. All these girls were doing by talking was make everyone wait even longer.

"You know, this would go a lot faster if you just let us do our job," Nick told the line of show girls.

Aimee nodded. She knew that Nick was right.

Nick printed the last girl in line. "All right, now we have all of your numbers and we'll

be calling if we need anything," he told them.

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And that was chaper 2.

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