Okay, So I realized that I'm probably confusing some people with the timing. Here's a timeline for ya'll.

Grissom gets the phone call: Early May/ Late April.
Interns Arrive: June 7, Saturday, early morning, 6ish. (Remember, these guys work nights, I always figured they would just be getting off shift.)
Interns scare Nick: around 6:45 (he's waiting for results, trying to crack a case, using his overtime. They seem to spend most of their waking time there.)
Interns watch interrogation: around 7:15
Interns arrive at the apartment: 7:50, maybe 8:00.

So there we have a timeline. And Now we skip ahead to the 9th, Monday, when the Interns officially start work.

Monday Night, Greg's POV

I got to the interns' apartment a minute early, and somehow they knew I was coming to the door, because Ella stepped outside, moving backwards, and shut the door. As I continued to approach she spoke without turning from the door: "You really don't want to go in there right now." She turned and gave me an apologetic smile.

"Why? Am I going to be mauled or something?" I smirked, "I didn't get mauled when I picked you up on Saturday."

"No, You won't get mauled, but currently, the kitchen, not in good shape."

My eyebrows shot upwards, "Oh, really? This I gotta see." I reached for the doorknob and my fingers had just touched it when it was viciously wrenched inwards.

Andrea's POV

"Ella! Get in here now!" I stopped for a moment when I saw Greg standing in the doorway, his hand outstretched towards where the doorknob would have been if the door wasn't open, a surprised and befuddled look on his face. "You are not abandoning me to deal with this mess. Just because you had breakfast before the rest of us doesn't mean you can get out of cleaning up." I glared at Ella as she gave me a smug little smile before turning to Greg, who had lowered his hand and stood staring at, presumably, the kitchen. "Hi Greg, come on in, WE should be done cleaning soon." I put extra emphasis on the 'we' and glared at Ella.

Greg stepped inside and stared at the kitchen, where there was a mess of what had been the preparations of breakfast 30 minutes ago. "What happened?" Ella trudged in behind him, giving me a sullen glare.

"Well, Max and Soleil were trying to fix something to eat, but managed to swap a few ingredients, and they ended up making this mess." Ella made a face at the gooey mass that was steadily oozing all over parts of the counter and down onto the floor. "I ate first, I'm still not sure weather to call it breakfast because I'm just getting up, or dinner because it's evening, anyways, I ate first, and then got ready. When I came out of my room, this is what I found."

I had been listening halfway to Ella as I helped Max pour some of the goop off the counter into the trash. "El, give Soleil a hand with the floor, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can get out of here." Ella sighed and grabbed the mop to help with the cleaning, as Greg stared in amazement.

By the time we had finished cleaning, it was clear we would be a little late. We raced out the door, shouting at each other as Greg waited anxiously in the drivers seat, the vehicle already running. We had barely just shut the doors and hadn't even gotten seated when Greg pulled out of the parking lot.

When we hurtled into a parking spot at the lab, the five of us bolted from our seats and raced for the building. Greg took the lead once we were inside, sprinting down the halls in front of us. We all slowed down, at exactly the same moment mind, when we came in view of the break room.

"It's not my fault we're late. I was ready to bring them over at 7:30." Greg plopped into a chair at the table as Dr. Grissom gave him a disbelieving, annoyed, aggravated, and exasperated look.

"'s true. Andrea and I were ready, but those two" Ella's finger flits between Max and Soleil, "made an enormous mess in the kitchen. Took us almost 15 minutes to clean it up."

"You've probably made a rather bad impression, seeing as its the first time you are meeting some of the people here." Dr. Grissom turned to Max and Soleil. "I'll let it slip this time, but it shouldn't happen again. Alright?"

"Yessir." The two chorused.

"Alright. Now that everyone's here, we can get introductions out of the way and get to work." Dr. Grissom turned to us, a slight smile on his face. "Why don't you four introduce yourselves, your name, major, and anything else you wish to say about yourself."

"You first." I smirk when Ella glares at me.

"Fine, you want to act shy." Ella steps forward and smiles at the six older people in the room. "I'm Ella Terbot, I'm a Chemistry major, concentration in Forensic Science, with a minor in Criminal Justice. I've also earned my Girl Scout Gold Award, which is comparable to the Eagle Award for Boy Scouts." She turns to me and smirks. "Your turn."

"I'm Andrea Smith, I'm a Biology major with a concentration in Forensic Science, with a double minor in Chemistry and Criminal Justice. I play the trombone in marching band."

Ella and I sat on the couch, and watched as Max and Soleil argued over which of them should go first. Max lost. "Hi, I'm Max Anderson, I'm majoring in Criminal Psycology, double minoring in World Geography and Politics (This being one minor in and of itself) and Chemistry. I've been to Italy 7 times." Max joined us on the couch as Soleil introduced herself.

"I'm Soleil Valentine, majoring in Chemistry, with a concentration inf Forensic Science, double minoring in Criminal Justice and Psychology. I've been doing martial arts for almost 13 years." Ella and I rolled our eyes in unison as Soleil smiled confidently.

"Yeah, she's beat me up on more than one occasion." Ella smirked at Soleil, earning herself a frustrated glare.

"Enough, Els, give us a break." Max elbowed Ella, "Yes, we messed up breakfast, no you don't have to keep picking on us."

We fell silent as Soleil joined us on the couch, and looked expectantly at the CSIs.

"Right, you already met Greg, he's CSI level one." Dr. Grissom began introducing the night shift, each of them acknowledging their names as they were introduced. "I believe you met Nick as well, CSI level 3. Warrick Brown, CSI level 3, Catherine Willows, CSI level 3, Sara Sidle, CSI level 3, and myself, CSI level 3 and supervisor of the graveyard shift." Dr. Grissom smiled a bit. "Welcome to the number 2 crime lab in the country. These are the people you will be working with for the next 8 weeks." Dr. Grissom turned back to his team, glancing at a collection of slips of paper on a clipboard. "Warrick and Sara, DB in Red Rock Canyon, Catherine, you and Greg are on a B & E in Blue Diamond, Nick, you're with me, a worker claims that a human femur caused one of the turbines at Hoover Dam to malfunction." They all took their assignment slips with various groans and grins, and headed for the door.

"Wait" I glanced at Ella, who had the look that said something didn't make sense. "How could a human bone stop one of those turbines? I've seen the turbines, and those things would smash it to bits, even if it is the femur. And even if it was blocking an intake pipe, thats an incredible amount of pressure. The bone would snap, and be ground in the turbine." All the CSI's had stopped and were staring at Ella, as she leaned forward, getting more into her subject. "By the time the water reaches the turbines, its moving at like, 85 miles an hour. There's no way a bone could withstand that pressure."

Dr. Grissom and the rest of his team stared at Ella. The three of us were having a hard time not laughing at the effect Ella's words had had on the room. "Well then, Miss Terbot..."

"Just Ella," She interrupted him, blushing faintly, "please."

"Ella... Would you like to accompany us then?" that question caught all of us off guard and everyone fell silent.

"What?" Nick's astonished question set everyone off, and babble filled the room.

"Sure." Ella spoke the word just loud enough to silence the room. "Unless there's something more important for me to do here, I'll go."

"Good. Now, Miss... or would you rather I use first names?" The three of us nodded as Ella rose and stood by Nick, who started asking her questions in a low voice. "Now, Max, you'll be working with David Hodges in Trace. Soleil, you will be in DNA with Wendy Simms. Andrea, you will be in prints with Mandy Webster. Ella, when we return to the lab, you will be in Toxicology with Henry Andrews. Now" Dr. Grissom turned to his team, most of whom were still staring at Ella "I believe we have work to do."

"Hey, Greg? I think I left my hat in your car. Can we go get it?" Ella looked to Greg, almost pleadingly, and Greg acquiesced.

Greg's POV

Ella and I walked back to the car, and I was a little surprised that she remained silent until we reached the vehicle. Once I had unlocked the doors, she climbed half in and started rummaging around the seat she had been in for her hat. Gradually, I noticed she was mumbling something to herself. I leaned closer, and was amazed to hear a torrent of almost fluent Latin coming from her.

"Stulta, tua debere custodia tua oris claudere. Nunc illae voluntas credere tua speciosa est." I nearly laughed at the cross voice she was using, and that she was talking to herself in Latin.

"Tua non est speciosa. Tua facere quaestio bonum." Ella jumped and nearly fell off the seat she had been kneeling on. It took her a moment to climb out of the vehicle, hat in hand now, and stand staring at me.

"Tuus loqui Lingua Latina?" She sighed and switched back to English. "Great, that makes four of us."

"Four?"

"Max is the only one who didn't take Latin as a course, but she's picked up a lot. She can usually follow our conversations, partly because we tend to use Broken Latin, but she can understand the general gist."

"Well, actually, that makes six of us. Grissom and Sara know Latin as well."

"Great. Now I won't make a complete fool of myself in front of them, by ranting in Latin. Thanks Mi...er, Greg." She blushed, and ran back into the building, leaving me standing in the parking lot, confused by her momentary slip.

Translation(very roughly, I'm certain I didn't get some of the tenses and such right.)

Ella: "Small Brain, you should keep your mouth closed. Now they will believe you are a show-off."

Greg: "You aren't a show-off. You made a good point."

Ella: "You speak Latin?"

Max: Awww, I don't get to speak Latin?

Soleil: You speak Italian, crazy.

Andrea: Besides, Ella's acting strange. looks at Ella

Ella: Is trying to hide in the space under Blue's bed, which is much too small for such a purpose. I'm so stupid.

Blue: Raises her eyebrows at her muses Is this going to happen every time someone says or does something that's important?

Muses minus Ella: YES!!

Ella: Has gotten herself stuck under the bed. OW!!

Soleil: Please Review. It makes Blue happy.

Max: And she even uses the flames!! For cooking!! How ingenious.

Andrea: Blue never has and never will own CSI. She simply owns the plot, and us.

Ella: A little help here?

All: Thanks!!