Lacey looked around in wonder as the pair walked through the corridors of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. It had been years since she'd been here and she'd missed it.

"Hey, Grissom," Brass greeted his friend. "Lacey? You've really grown up."

"Hi, Uncle Jim," Lacey replied.

"Grissom, I need to talk to you for a minute."

Grissom nodded and turned to Lacey. "Do you remember how to get to my office?"

Lacey nodded and continued down the hallway. She wasn't really sure where her uncle's office was, but she figured she'd find it eventually. In the meantime, she could explore. She was so entranced with her surroundings, that she never saw the person coming towards her, his head buried in a folder, until the two of them collided. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed as the both bent to pick up the papers that had been knocked to the ground.

Greg looked up and found himself staring into a pair of beautiful, blue eyes. Grinning, he asked, "Are you all right? I'm embarrassed to admit that I didn't even notice a girl as pretty as you walking down the hall."

Lacey blushed at his comment. "Thank you. I'm fine." The pair finally got all the papers together and stood.

"I'm Greg," he said extending his hand.

"Lacey," she replied, shaking his outstretched hand.

"You look a little lost. Is there something or someone I can help you find?" Greg asked, trying to find a way to prolong the conversation with the girl in front of him.

"Actually, I was looking for Gil Grissom's office," Lacey replied. "Do you know where it is?"

"I sure do," Greg replied. "Just follow me." The two started off down a different hallway and Greg asked, "So, can I ask how you know Grissom?"

"He's my uncle," she replied, causing Greg to freeze.

"Grissom's your uncle? You're Grissom's niece? You're related to Grissom?" Greg stammered, mentally kicking himself for flirting with Grissom's niece. Grissom's *underage* niece. Grissom was going to kill him.

"Um… yeah," Lacey said, wondering what was wrong with him. "Are you okay?"

"Sure. I'm fine. Never better," he replied.

He was saved from further comment as Catherine came around the corridor. "Lacey! What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised.

"I didn't really want to be home alone tonight, so Uncle Gil said I could come along and hang out in his office," the younger girl answered.

Catherine nodded and turned to the flustered lab technician. "Have you seen Nick and Sara?"

Greg bobbed his head up and down. "They're waiting for you in the break room with Warrick. I've got to go… do something. Bye." He took off down the hallway, leaving the two women looking after him.

"Is he always that strange?" Lacey asked the older woman.

"Afraid so," Catherine replied with a grin. "Where's your uncle?"

"Uncle Jim had to talk to him."

Catherine nodded. "Well, let's go to the break room and I'll introduce you to everyone."

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After finishing up with Brass, Grissom swung by his office looking for Lacey, but found it empty. He headed to the break room and found her there, surrounded by the four other CSI's. "I see everyone's met," he said from the doorway.

Catherine stood and walked over to Grissom. "We were going to discuss last nights case," she said softly. "Maybe you should have Lacey wait in your office."

Grissom nodded. "Lacey, we've got some cases to discuss right now, so why don't you wait for me in my office."

Lacey gave her uncle a shrewd look before replying, "You mean you're going to discuss my parents case." The younger three CSIs all pretended to be busy doing something else, but they had their ears tuned on the conversation at hand.

"Yes," Grissom said. "Now please go wait in my office."

"No. I want to hear this," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Glancing at the other people in the room, Grissom replied, "Let's talk about this outside."

Lacey marched out the door, with Grissom behind her. Even with the door shut, the others could hear the heated conversation on the other side.

"You don't need to hear what's going to be said in there."

"They were my parents! I have a right to know what happened."

"You're too young and too close to the situation."

"I'm almost seventeen, Uncle Gil. And you're one to talk! She was your sister."

"Just do as I say and wait in my office!" Grissom shouted, pointing an arm down the hall.

"Fine!" Lacey shouted back, stalking down the hall.

When Grissom reentered the break room, the others all tried to look busy, like they hadn't just been listening in on the conversation. "She's certainly as stubborn as you are," Catherine said conversationally, earning herself a glare from her supervisor.

"Tell me what you've got."

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Lacey stormed down the hallway. 'This is so unfair! They were my parents and I want to know what happened to them.' Heading in the opposite direction of Grissom's office, Lacey thought, 'If he won't tell me, then I'll just find out myself.' Spotting someone sitting at a lab table in the next room, she entered and said, "Hi."

Looking up from his work, Hodges gave the girl that walked into his lab a disdainful look. "Who are you?"

Hoping that being the boss's niece would give her some pull, she answered, "My name's Lacey. I'm Gil Grissom's niece."

Hodges immediately straightened and gave her a slimy smile. "You're Grissom's niece? It's a pleasure to meet you. What can I do for you?"

'Yes!' Lacey thought. "Well, I'm thinking about becoming a CSI so my uncle brought me in to show me what it was like to work here. He started telling me about a case that came in last night, but then he had to get to work. I was wondering if you'd be able to fill me in," Lacey said, giving him her sweetest smile.

"I assume you're talking about the double homicide." At Lacey's nod, Hodges motioned her to follow as he made his way to a table across the room. "It looks like someone was waiting in the mans car when he was leaving for work. The person was hidden behind the drivers seat and when the man entered the vehicle, the attacker popped up and slit his throat. Left a big mess on the windshield," He said, gesturing to one of the crime scene photos, not noticing that the color had left Lacey's face. "The killer then entered the house and attacked the woman in the kitchen. It looked like she had been doing dishes, but turned and tried to run when she heard her attacker enter. The killer threw her against the wall. She probably hit her head, dazing her and the killer proceeded to slit her throat as well."

Lacey was clutching the table, trying not to pass out as she looked at the horrible deaths her parents had suffered, when Greg walked in. "Hodges, I have…" he trailed off as he took in the scene before him. "What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted.

"What?" Hodges said defensively. "She wanted to know about the case last night."

"Those are her parents!" Greg replied, voice still raised. Hodges paled and tried to come up with a reply, but Greg turned to Lacey. "Come on, let's get out of here," he said, gently, lowering his voice. Lacey nodded and walked unsteadily towards the door. Greg quickly put his arm around her, to steady her, and led her down the hall to Grissom's office. He opened the door and ushered her in, leading her over to the sofa in the corner.

"I think I'm going to pass out," Lacey whispered, speaking for the first time.

Greg pressed her head down between her legs and rubbed her back. "It'll be okay. Just take deep breaths."

The two of them were still sitting like that when Grissom entered his office. "What the hell is going on here?" he said loudly.