Offing Ecklie

Pairings: Nick and Sara; Grissom and Catherine

Spoilers: Mea Culpa

A/N: All of my CSI fiction never mentions Conrad Ecklie's promotion and the split of the graveyard shift. My stories occur as if these two things never happened.

A/N2: I don't own any of the characters of CSI. If I did, Ecklie would have never split the team in season 5. He would have been kidnapped and buried alive instead of sweet Nicky. Nick and Sara would have been hooked and hitched. Grissom would have been with Lady Heather Kessler.

A/N3: I know I promised Warrick's story here, but I had an idea for a short chapter on what goes on while the CSIs are at Brass' house telling stories. Don't worry, I will have Warrick's chapter as soon as I write it. Think of this as an intermission.

Ecklie and the Mysterious Person

Conrad Ecklie left the crime lab wearing a shit eating smirk on his face. He couldn't believe he pulled off the splitting of the Graveyard shift. The way he saw it, it was all Grissom's fault for not being able to control his team. His people were always covering for him and that was no way to lead a team.

I should celebrate by treating myself to a beer at my favourite bar, he thought. To congratulate myself for doing the impossible and I should invite both the Sheriff and Undersheriff to join me.

He walked with such arrogance to his car and pressed the remote control on his keychain to open the door. He entered on the driver's side and closed the door. He turned on the ignition and proceeded to drive. He didn't anticipate someone in the car putting the barrel of a gun on his temple.

"Continue driving, Conrad!" a voice sounding like a woman who inhaled way too much helium said. "I will tell you where to go!"

"Please, don't kill me!" he pleaded. "Who are you?"

"Shut the fuck up and drive!" the person shouted. "If you don't do as I tell you, I will kill you and your body will be where nobody can find it!"

Ecklie was silent and continued driving. However, he couldn't help but wonder if it person was one of his angry colleagues or some ex-girlfriend who wanted to settle some old score.

Meanwhile at Captain Brass' House

"Sophia, stop writing on Greg's tummy!" Sara giggled

"Sara, he doesn't seem to mind," Sophia chuckle. "Besides, it's fun!"

"Hey Rick, are you ready to tell your story?" Catherine asked.

"Just give me a few seconds," Warrick smiled.

TBC