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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
10,714
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
4
Chapter 4
The entire night and swing shift field team, excluding Grissom and including Mia and Bobby, were sitting around the conference room table pulling slices from various pizzas.
Catherine spoke, “Somebody call Gil. What is he doing?”
Greg reached for his phone and pushed the radio button. “Grissom, you on the way?”
“I am waiting on a call from the feds about the prints. Cath knows everything I know."
Greg relayed the message. The pulled out various folders and studied them for a several minutes. Sara stopped reading when she got to her second set of papers. “Bobby is this right?” She pointed to something on the point. The curly headed man looked over her shoulder. “I know I may look like just a pretty face but I don’t make these things up.”
“Fourteen hundred times three hundred twenty five. That’s…”
“455,000” They all looked toward the door. A tall man stood there dressed in jeans and a crisp white shirt. On his feet were well worn expensive loafers. His hair was a bit wild like Greg’s only curlier and without the peroxide. His eyes hovered between the color of Jude Law’s and Paul Newman’s.
Sara, Catherine, Mia and Sofia stared. The men looked from their colleagues to the interloper. Warrick broke the silence. He thought his eyes were at least as dreamy. “May we help you?”
“Yes I’m looking for Gil Grissom’s office.”
Warrick stood so that he could look down at the man, he had at least two inches on him.
I have hair. I have eyes. I have height. “I’ll show you.”
The stampede to the door nearly knocked slender Greg out of his chair. Through some mind meld they were standing in the door by height. Mia was in the back, then Sara then, Sofia next and Catherine in the front.
“Huba Huba” Greg thought it was Sofia’s voice but it could have been Sara.
Catherine voice was definitely the next one. “Look at that ass.”
Mia spoke next. “Did you see those eyes?”
Warrick stuck his head in Grissom’s door. “Gris there is someone here to see you.” He looked at the other man. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“My name is Matthew Grissom.”
The entire night and swing shift field team, excluding Grissom and including Mia and Bobby, were sitting around the conference room table pulling slices from various pizzas.
Catherine spoke, “Somebody call Gil. What is he doing?”
Greg reached for his phone and pushed the radio button. “Grissom, you on the way?”
“I am waiting on a call from the feds about the prints. Cath knows everything I know."
Greg relayed the message. The pulled out various folders and studied them for a several minutes. Sara stopped reading when she got to her second set of papers. “Bobby is this right?” She pointed to something on the point. The curly headed man looked over her shoulder. “I know I may look like just a pretty face but I don’t make these things up.”
“Fourteen hundred times three hundred twenty five. That’s…”
“455,000” They all looked toward the door. A tall man stood there dressed in jeans and a crisp white shirt. On his feet were well worn expensive loafers. His hair was a bit wild like Greg’s only curlier and without the peroxide. His eyes hovered between the color of Jude Law’s and Paul Newman’s.
Sara, Catherine, Mia and Sofia stared. The men looked from their colleagues to the interloper. Warrick broke the silence. He thought his eyes were at least as dreamy. “May we help you?”
“Yes I’m looking for Gil Grissom’s office.”
Warrick stood so that he could look down at the man, he had at least two inches on him.
I have hair. I have eyes. I have height. “I’ll show you.”
The stampede to the door nearly knocked slender Greg out of his chair. Through some mind meld they were standing in the door by height. Mia was in the back, then Sara then, Sofia next and Catherine in the front.
“Huba Huba” Greg thought it was Sofia’s voice but it could have been Sara.
Catherine voice was definitely the next one. “Look at that ass.”
Mia spoke next. “Did you see those eyes?”
Warrick stuck his head in Grissom’s door. “Gris there is someone here to see you.” He looked at the other man. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“My name is Matthew Grissom.”