Author's note: I'm back with a vengence. This is my first CSI fic. This first chapter is a bit short, but next chapter will hopefully be longer. No ships as of yet.
Spoilers: I will generally tell what spoilers the chapters contain. In this Chapter: '4 x 4'
Summary: When Ecklie chooses Grissom's team to head to a conference in London, the Las Vegas CSI nightshift couldn't be more excited. Then their plane crashes in the sea. Now Grissom, Catherine, Nick, Warrick, Sara, and Greg are stranded on a deserted island and their only way home is to survive.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
Surviving the Storm
Chapter One: The Trip Of a Lifetime
"Grissom! I want to see you in my office, now," Conrad Ecklie barked, sticking his balding head into the doorway of the CSI break room.
"Coming, Conrad," Grissom said, inwardly groaning. He got up to follow the Assistant Director of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. How Conrad Ecklie came to be in such a powerful position, Grissom would never know.
"What'd you do now, Gris?" Warrick Brown asked his supervisor, a smirk playing on his dark skin.
"You remembered to submit our evaluations, right?" Catherine Willows asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"You know I did, Cath," Grissom sighed, heading out the door towards Ecklie's office, the very last place he wanted to be. He and Ecklie never got along, especially when Ecklie was working dayshift. Catherine had once very accurately described them as 'oil and water'.
"Gil, sit down," Ecklie ordered, shuffling a few papers on his desk.
"What can I do for you, Ecklie?" Grissom asked, sitting in one of the two chairs facing the desk.
"You do know that there is a worldwide CSI convention in London next week, right?" Ecklie asked. Grissom nodded, remembering some sort of memo like that.
"And that pertains to me how?" he asked.
"I have chosen your team to go to the convention to give Las Vegas adequate representation. You, Warrick Brown, Catherine Willows, Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle, and Greg Sanders will be leaving for London in five days," Ecklie explained to a very astounded Grissom, "This convention is an opportunity impress upon the world the success of the Las Vegas Criminalistics Bureau. This means that your team had better be on their best, most respectful behaviour. Our lab's reputation is on the line…" On that note, Grissom was dragged into listening to a 'for the good of the lab' speech. About fifteen minutes later, Ecklie handed him six tickets and sent him on his way.
He made his way to the break room, where his shift was waiting for their assignments.
"What did Ecklie want?" Catherine questioned as he walked in.
"Apparently he chose our team to go to the worldwide CSI convention in London. We leave in five days," he explained. Five shocked faces stared back at him.
"England?" Greg Sanders asked incredulously.
"England," Grissom confirmed.
"You're kidding!" Sara Sidle exclaimed.
"Do I kid?" Grissom asked rhetorically.
"In five days?" Catherine asked.
"That's what I said," he answered.
"He expects us to get up and leave in five days?" Catherine asked, a little bit annoyed. What was she going to do with her daughter?
"Yeah, basically," Grissom answered, getting a little annoyed with tedious questions.
"What are you mad about Cath? London, England!" Nick Stokes exclaimed, excitement written all over his face.
"What am I going to do with Lindsey for a week?" she directed the question at her boss.
"Why don't you buy her a ticket? I'm sure it'd be alright," Grissom said, shrugging slightly. He would never admit it to anybody, but he would kind of like it if Lindsey came with them. He hadn't seen Catherine's daughter in ages and the two of them always got along pretty good.
"It's exam week. If she doesn't write her exams, she'll fail the courses," Catherine sighed. She too would've loved to bring her daughter along. Working nights, Catherine hardly ever got to see Lindsey. It was still better then her former Swing shift position, but not that much.
"Can't she retake them?" Warrick asked, also thinking a bit more notice would've been nice.
"You have no idea how strict that school's policies are," Catherine groaned.
"I do," Nick piped in, remembering just how hard it had been to get a school roster from Butterfield academy for a case a while back.
"I guess she can stay with my sister," Catherine mumbled, a little put out. At this point Grissom cleared his throat.
"Okay, enough chit-chat, we have people to put in jail. Cath, you and Sara have a B and E out in Henderson. Warrick, you and Greg have a 419 at the Sphere. Nick, you and I have a DB at the Rampart. Let's get to work, people," Grissom commanded, handing each a slip of paper containing the details on their cases.
Five days later, the nightshift CSIs boarded their plane to London, much to Greg's excitement.
"I always knew there were perks to being out in the field," he said, grinning as he did his seatbelt.
"Remember, best behaviour, Greg. Otherwise Ecklie is on my ass," Grissom warned from the seat behind.
"Yeah, then he'll demote your ass back to the lab," Warrick joked from the seat across.
"Will not!" Greg responded childishly. From the seat ahead Nick snickered, while Sara just shook her head.
"This is going to be a long trip," Catherine sighed beside Grissom, opening her book.
TBC