I Do Not Own CSI
"Well, well, well, let's see what we have here," Laura said, smirking as she sat in the internet café on the internet, researching her children.
"James Sidle, Grand opening of his interior design company, summer of 1995, recently moved business to Las Vegas, Nevada."
"With his 'gay' lover no less, truly disgusting," Laura mumbled out.
"I can't believe he's gay. I guess we never showed him enough tough love when he was a kid. At least Sara's not a lesbian, although her husband is too old for her, probably a sugar daddy. But what a good looking sugar daddy he is! Let's see what those two have done with their lives," she said as she typed in Sara Grissom into the search bar.
"Wedding announcement, got married May 18th, she was already knocked up when they got married, nice leverage," she said, clicking on another search bar.
"Wow, kidnapped and almost killed, by the same person who almost killed Gil no less. Meh, not that interesting, I faced death until the day I killed their father.
"Now, let's see if I can find some addresses."
"Jeremy, you ready to head out," James called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, where are we going again?"
"Nice try, it's a surprise."
"Oh come on, please?"
"Nope, this is our one year anniversary; I want it to be a surprise."
"Fine, but am I dressed ok for wherever we're going?"
"You look great, come on let's go before we're late. And don't forget to lock the door on the way out!"
"Who in their right mind would leave their door unlocked in Vegas," Jeremy said, shaking his head as the two left down the front drive, never noticing Laura sitting in her car four houses down.
"This is too easy," Laura said as she pulled her car close to the house, smiling the whole time as she walked up to the front porch and jimmied the lock.
"Way too easy."
"Ok guys, assignments," Grissom said, coming into the room to see the whole team crowded around Sara's belly and watching as the babies kicked and rolled around her stomach.
"Seriously, looks like you have an alien in there. Are you sure we're not on the x-files," Greg said as he watched what looked like an arm pass by the front of her stomach.
"Pretty sure, Greg," Sara laughed back.
"Hey, you're birthday is in a couple days, right," Catherine asked.
"On Saturday"
"Any special plans?"
"Top secret, Catherine," Grissom said as he came to stand behind Sara.
"He won't tell me what we're doing. Only that I have to dress nicely."
"Dress nicely, that can mean, like, twenty different outfits," Catherine said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, luckily for me, I only have about three nice outfits that fit at the moment. Speaking of which, Catherine, you ready for another shopping trip?"
"More maternity clothes?"
"Just a few, I can live in Gil's sweats when I'm at home."
"So, what does that leave you with, Griss," Nick asked, trying to hold back a smile.
"With lots and lots of eye candy, Nick" Sara smirked out as she pulled her top back down.
"I'm guessing it's time for assignments?"
"It is, and it's a slow night. Catherine, you and Warrick have a DB out in Summerlin. I don't have many details, except it involves a clown as the victim."
"Clowns freak me out, so happy I don't have that case," Greg mumbled as Catherine and Warrick left.
"Nick, you have a liquor store robbery on the strip. Not a lot was stolen, and shots were fired from the owner."
"Solo?"
"Solo, have fun."
"Will do"
"What about me," Greg asked.
"You're with me tonight. This is your final proficiency to become a full CSI, level one."
"Tonight?"
"Tonight, I'll meet you at the car in ten, we have a single DB."
"I'll go get my kit," Greg said as he took a deep breath and left.
"What am I doing tonight?"
"We have a new trace tech in tonight, David Hodges. I want you to stick to his lab tonight and show him the ropes."
"Ok," Sara said as she tried to push herself off the couch.
"Hand please?"
"Yes, my dear."
"Have fun at your crime scene and go easy on Greg. He's good at what he's doing."
"I know. I want him to pass, and I think he will," Grissom said as Sara gave him a quick kiss goodbye.
"Bye, babe," Sara said as she left heading towards the locker room to where Gil could only guess Sara was going to give Greg a pep talk before they left.
"Greg," Sara said, sitting next to him on the bench.
"Hey"
"Hey back, you ok?"
"Nervous"
"To be expected"
"Were you nervous when you did this?"
"No"
"Not at all?"
"Not at all, I pushed the thought of the proficiency to the back of my head and focused on the crime in front of me, and bringing justice to the family."
"You weren't just a little bit nervous?"
"Nope. Greg, you're a good CSI and you can become a great CSI if you let yourself. Just relax, stay focused, and if you have a question, ask. Gil won't dock you points for asking."
"He won't?"
"Greg, we all still ask questions. That's how we learn to be a better CSI."
"Thanks, Sara."
"Anytime, Greggo. Now go, get to the car before you're late," Sara said, standing on her first try.
"Excuse me, you're in my lab," David said as he entered the room.
"Actually it's been my lab for the past month since the trace tech moved to another lab," Sara retorted.
"And I'm taking over."
"Actually, we're supposed to work together. I'm here to show you the ropes."
"I'm completely capable of doing my job."
"So I figured when my husband hired you," Sara said with a smile.
"Huh, your husband?"
"Sara Grissom. And you must be David Hodges," Sara said, holding out her hand.
"That I am. Gil Grissom is your husband," David said, shaking her hand from across the table.
"Sure is," Sara said, pulling back from her stool so David could get a full view of her.
"Whoa, you're pregnant!"
"Good observation, Hodges. Now that pleasantries are over, we can get to work? The day shift tech got backed up so we're helping them until we get new stuff tonight."
"Sure thing," David said as he held the chair so Sara could get back on.
"Thanks, but David, sucking up to me won't get you points with Gil. You have to prove your worth."
"Thanks for the heads up. Now, what's the first thing on the list?"
"What the…," James said as he entered the house, Jeremy on his heels.
"Son of a… we've been robbed," Jeremy said, looking around the mess that was their living room. The few things they had on the walls were broken, and the expensive stuff, like their TV and DVD player, were missing.
"You check upstairs, I'll check the rest of the main floor," James said as the two separated, James already flipping his cell phone open to call Sara.
"Grissom"
"Sara?"
"James, what's up? How'd your anniversary go?"
"It was going really well until we came home. Sara, we've been robbed."
"What?"
"We've been robbed! The place is trashed and we have stuff missing."
"Ok, don't touch anything, I'm on my way. I'll get a detective over there as well."
"Sara, you're not allowed at scenes anymore."
"I am, I just choose not to. I'll be there soon," Sara said, hanging up to call her husband.
"Is everything ok, Sara," Gil asked as he picked up the phone.
"No"
"Are you ok, the babies?"
"I'm fine. James was robbed."
"What?"
"That's what I said. Look, I'm going to work the scene, I'm calling Brass to meet me there."
"Sara," Gil warned.
"I'll be ok, Jim will be with me."
"I'm coming to help."
"And cut Greg's proficiency short? No, I'll be alright."
"Sara, you're not doing it by yourself. Nick should be almost done with his scene. I'll get him over there to help you, no buts about it."
"Ok, you call Nick, I got Brass."
"Keep me updated."
TBC
Told ya Laura wasn't done in Vegas yet, lol
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, there all a great read
Katie