-- NOTE: I am sorry for the wait. I have been very busy and everything. I will be posting Grissom next and then the happenings and then the end results... LOL so you all get to look forward to well 3 of each... Enjoy.

Chapter 6: Something's Up

Sophia

There was something odd in the air. Walking through the long forgotten ghost town, something was not sitting right. She couldn't put her finger on it. The place just didn't feel right.

The place had that strange air about it and she knew better than to stick around to find out the hard way. A dog barks eerily in the distance. It was all she needed to hear to slide back into the Tahoe and drive away from there as fast as humanly possible.

Her pulse was racing as she sped down the Las Vegas streets. Something just wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but there was just something going down.

"Sophia, what are you doing here? I thought I sent you to the ghost town with the rest of the CSI."

Conrad Ecklie has been many things, but anything less than brown-noser she has yet to see it. She glares at the baldhead honcho with utmost disgust, which still remains simmering under her porcelain skin. Her hatred for the man will never escape her lips. Oh, she knows better than to call him on his ways. Now though, she has neither the time nor the patience to deal with him.

"Where's Grissom?" She asks rather hastily and through gritted teeth.

"Court," he gives a wicked smile. "Case not going so well."

There was some sort of sick pleasure he gained from Grissom's struggles. Sophia has always been aware of this. Again, she will not say anything to him about it.

"Is something the matter?" he asks lingering on their time together. They get so precious little you know.

"Just fine, why?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Well, if I did that's none of your concern, is it?" she smiles kindly. It wasn't really a nice gesture it was more of an 'I'm going to smile so I won't puke,' kind of gesture.

Something was up and the only person she could trust right now is sitting in a courthouse trying to argue a losing battle.

She takes a seat at the rear of the courtroom watching as the defendant interrogates Grissom with his best of ability. The look on Grissom's face was dreadfully awful. There was no other way Sophia could describe it. Taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to convince herself the CSI's are fine. It didn't work as well as she would have liked.

They call Grissom down from the stand and he takes his designated seat. She sat there at the back of the room with her hand resting at her chin as she nibbled her nails slightly. Her stomach churns more each moment that passes. Each moment that passes, the bigger the knot gets.

The gavel drops and the judge calls for a twenty-four hour recess. This was just the break she needed to pull Grissom to the side and tell him what's going on.

She walks calmly over to him. Her face remains solemn and concerned for the rest of the criminologists still out on the field.

Walking up to her supervisor she informs, "We have a problem."