claim: i claim i do not own the characters. cbs does.
Lindsey sat at the table in the break room. Her mouth was dry. Her head was pounding. She felt nauseous. She was certain she was catching the flu. Not that it mattered anyway. No one cared about her but Barry and she was certain she'd never see him again. She looked at the stack of case files in front of her and shoved them away. Who did Gil think he was anyway? Reluctantly she opened one the files, more out of boredom than obedience, and began to read the review on the top page. Then she flipped through the photos in the file. When she was done she opened the next file and repeated the same thing, eventually working her way through all of the files Gil had left her. Some of the words made no sense to her but she got the idea.
Greg walked into the break room and saw her as she looked through the last of the files.
"You must be that hot new intern I've heard so much about." Greg winked at her as he said this. Lindsey was like a little sister to him.
"Hi Greg." She went back to her file.
"So did you have a good time at the party?" He sat down beside her but she ignored him.
"What? You aren't going to talk to your favorite CSI?" He playfully punched her arm.
"Gil said I'm not supposed to talk to anyone until he gets back." Her voice was flippant and her attitude typical teen.
"I see. Well I don't want to get you in trouble so how about I talk to you instead?" Lindsey smiled back at him. Greg grabbed a file from her stack and looked inside.
"You're mom worked this one. The girl's body was found out by the railroad tracks. Her mother's boyfriend had killed her." Lindsey just looked at him, preparing for yet another lecture.
"After she found out she drove everyone in the lab crazy making sure there was no hole in the evidence that would allow that jerk to get off. Once she was certain we had enough evidence her mind went straight to you. All she wanted was to get out of here and get home to you." He closed the folder and placed it on top of the pile.
Lindsey started to cry again.
"Don't cry." Greg wasn't sure what to do. If Lindsey were older he'd take her in his arms and make his move. Well, if she were older and not Catherine's daughter. But she was still a child and Greg wasn't sure how to deal with her. So he just treated her like he did his brother's kids and gave her a big bear hug.
"I just want to go home. But when I get there mom's going to lay into me like you wouldn't believe. I'll never get to do anything ever. I just wish I could disappear." She wasn't whining. In fact, she was nearly screaming in a voice full of hatred.
"She doesn't give a damn about me. All she does is work. She's never home. I never see her. At least Dad wanted to spend time with me." Her body was so full of anger and frustration that she had to do something so she pushed all the files onto the floor and ran from the room.