Hallo all who reviewed the first chapter. Thanks a bunch. Here we are following Greg, who, sadly, pulled the short straw(figuratively, Grissom just sent him because all the other night shift CSIs had left), and was sent to pick up the interns from the airport. Oh, and VSI: Vice Stage Interrogation, which will be mentioned, is not mine, but is mickeylover303's creation. I'm just borrowing the idea, because I found it amusing. So, continuing.

Greg leaned against the side of the Denali, parked just outside the baggage claim area at McCarran International, grumbling unhappily as he scanned the crowd of people surging out of the doors. He glanced, once again, at the sign he had propped up on the passenger window of the vehicle, and read it once again: Las Vegas Crime Lab Interns. "I though we were never going to have interns after what happened last time."

"And what happened last time?" The voice behind him made him jump, as he turned back towards the terminal. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I forget I do that to people." He blinked at the young woman standing in front of him.

"Am I to understand that you are one of the Interns?"

"Yeah, we decided it would make it simpler if one of us came outside to find our ride while the other three got the bags. I'm guessing" She stifled an enormous yawn with her arm "guessing you're it."

"Yep. So where are the other three then?"

"Still getting baggage, probably. It was a pretty full flight, for being so early." She yawned again, not even bothering to cover it, simply turning her head to the side. "I'm sorry. I'm being pretty rude." She switched the bag she had been carrying to her left hand and stuck out her right. "I'm Ella Terbot."

Greg grasped the proffered hand and shook it, "Greg Sanders. Nice to meet you." They dropped hands and she turned to look for her companions. Greg took the moment to study Ella. Just over 5 foot, shoulder length brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail, brilliant blue eyes sparkling from under long lashes. She wore what looked like a plain gray tee-shirt, and a pair of athletic shorts. A pair of red-framed sunglasses were perched on top of her head. Slung around her neck was what appeared to be a pair of warm-up pants, and as he watched, she pulled the pants off her shoulders and shoved them into her tote bag. She pulled a purse out and threaded it onto her shoulder through the strap of the backpack she wore. Her shoes were a pair of nondescript tennis shoes, and white socks were visible at the top. Suddenly she turned back to Greg.

"Do you mind if I put my stuff in the back?" She lifted the tote and pointed at the back of the denali.

"Depends on how big the checked baggage is. There's not much room back there." Now that the pants weren't covering the majority of her shirt, he noticed the emblem. "You watch VSI?" He pointed at the logo.

"Huh?" She looked down at her shirt. "Oh, Yeah, mostly because it's amusing. Partly because the characters are interesting. Do you?"

"Yeah, mostly for the same reasons."

"ELLA!!" A voice shouted over the babble of the crowd. "Stop talkin' and come get your bag!!"

"Be right back." Ella dropped everything but her purse and dashed back towards the terminal and three girls struggling with four good sized bags. She grabbed one and dodged a hit upside the head from the girl who had shouted for Ella. Now hauling a bag behind her, she led the way back to where Greg stood, looking amusedly at the strange group. "This is Greg Sanders, be nice." This second part was addressed to the shouting girl. She grinned and dodged a smack and hauled her bag to the back of the SUV.

"Hi, I'm Andrea Smith. Nice to meet you Greg." She looked much like Ella, with darker, curlier hair that was loose around her shoulders, and cool hazel eyes. Short, broad shouldered, wearing a black tee with some kind of design on it and blue jeans. A pair of black vans stuck out at the bottom of her pants. They shook hands and Andrea stomped off to try and smack Ella again.

"Sorry about them, they act, look like, and call themselves The Twins. I'm Soleil Valentine." She was taller, closer to 6 foot, and wore faded blue jeans that hugged her slim hips, a bright green tank top, and a pair of worn down converses. Her dark brown hair shone copper in the sun, pulled back in a high ponytail, her deep green eyes shone with amusement. Greg shook her hand and she walked towards where the "Twins" were shouting at each other about how to pack things in the back, eventually pushing both of them to the side.

"Hi! Nice to meet you! I'm Maxine Anderson. If you call me Maxine, I will kick you. Hard. I go by Max." He shook her hand while she seemed to be bouncing up and down like a rubber ball. She was not as tall as Soleil, but taller than Ella and Andrea. She wore a loose blue tee and plain blue jeans, metal framed glasses sat in front of sparkling brown eyes. A silver-gray purse was slung at her side, and her brown hair was gathered in a thick ponytail at the back of her head.

"Believe me, she will." Ella was back around to the side of the vehicle. "Go put your stuff in the back, Max. SHOTGUN!!"

"Dang it!! El, I'm so going to get you for this."

"Do your worst, Sol, I can take you any day. Oh wait, we can't, Dr. B told us to behave." What Greg could only describe as an evil smirk plastered itself across Ella's face. "Come on, you fools decided to go against my advice, and are still wearing pants. You must be boiling. I told you Nevada was HOT!! Nope, ya'll had to wear jeans, while I wore my warm-ups over my shorts. We ready?" She turned to Greg to ask the question.

"Yep, let's get to the apartment we have set up for you." Greg grabbed the sign and walked around to the driver's side as the interns clambered in. He looked back at the three in the back as he hopped in and nearly laughed when he saw them all sitting in a row with their carry-on items tucked between their feet. 'this is going to be interesting. These kids are gonna be so much fun to be around. Wonder what kind of music they listen to.' "Hey, you all ok if I turn on the radio?"

A chorus of "sure" met him as he turned the engine over. Music began to pour out of the speakers, as the four girls tried to convince Greg to change the channel. Only Ella seemed unfazed by the pounding music, instead she cocked her head to the side as she listened to the lyrics. The song ended and a new song began, and Ella's eyes lit up. "I love this song!"

Greg glanced at her, amused, as she started to move with the music. He laughed a bit, and began to move with it himself. The ride seemed to fly past as they began to share stories about their college classes with Greg, and chatting about the pranks they had played on each other.

Ella's voice cut through a short lull in the conversation."Hang on, You never did tell me what happened with the last interns."

"Oh, well. Two years ago, we had a couple of interns, well Days did, but anyway. One of the interns decided it would be amusing to make the locker room into an ice rink."

"Are you serious?" Soleil's mouth was hanging half open as she asked.

Greg nodded. "Well, the first person to walk in there after the ice had been frozen was Hodges. Well, next thing Hodges knows is that he's lying on his back against the lockers along the back wall. It knocked the wind out of him, and he nearly broke his back. So this intern practically falls out from around the corner laughing like a maniac, and Hodges yells at him, course he can't get up, because he's in so much pain. Then Ecklie come out to find out what happened, and on the spot tells this intern to get out and pack his things. Next day, he's on a plane back to his home." Silence settled in the vehicle as the four girls absorbed this information. "Luckily, you guys will be working under Grissom, because Ecklie doesn't take interns anymore."

"I wonder why." Andrea's sarcastic comment made them all laugh.

The relaxed silence was suddenly broken by the shrill ringing of a cell phone. Greg grabbed his phone off it's clip and answered. "Sanders." The 4 girls went silent as he listened to whoever had called.

"We're almost at the apartment though."

"But..."

"Alright, we're coming, but can we at least dump the suitcases at the apartment?"

"Fine, fine. I see how it is."

"No, Griss, its fine."

"Alright." Greg snapped the phone shut and sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Slight change of plans, girls. We're heading over to the lab for a minute. There's been a sudden development on a major case. I have to be there for this."

"Thats fine. We can take a quick look around the lab, right?" Max's question buzzed through the car, all the other girls sat up interested.

"I guess, we'll probably have to have an escort for you. Nick might be willing to do it. He's probably just waiting for results right now. We'll see."

So while I was writing this Chapter, the "Who Are You" song came on the radio, and I started dancing like mad. Ohmanitmademehappy!! Done spazzing now. I think. Yep. SQUEEEEEEEAL!!

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