Painted_Shadow
Witness
First off - I hope I'm not breaking any rules; I didn't see anything in the guidelines about stories in script format, but I know fanfiction.net doesn't consider it a valid form of creative writing. Not many people do, but I have a couple hundred pages of practice with my Interview Lady franchise, of which this story will be the 10th installment (though first for the CSI 'verse), so I like to think mine is a little different. I'm going to take the chance, anyway, so just yell at me (nicely) if I should take my story elsewhere.
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Background Info/Summary in a nutshell: The Interview Lady (“IL”) series has been calling up TV show characters and holding radio programs since 2000. She’ll explain this in her opening speech, but the basic premise is that she’s a slightly sarcastic radio show host who invites people under the guise of interviewing them about their accomplishments, but basically relies on them to start insulting one another and/or revealing personal secrets (their own or others’) after one or two leading questions. You need to suspend disbelief and accept slightly out-of-character humor for this to work, but once you do, it’s funny.
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI, or any of the other copyrighted things that might crop up later. I will explain who does at the end of this story with my trademark lavish thank-you list.
Rating: PG-13
Points of Interest: There are already 9 other Interview Lady stories, and as such there are simply some plot points that must be carried through. Such as…although the X-Files crew starred in two of them, after that whole becoming-fugitives thing, Mulder is now working for us. Rod the Producer is IL’s college-age intern - also her romantic interest for one story until they broke up, but she keeps him around to torment him. Lastly, IL owns 3 semi-evil pet Pikachus. Just as an aside. I don’t think they’ll actually be making an appearance in this story, but it’s important that you know.
Oh, and please note that the story is set near the end of season 6, but before the finale. That scene really mucked up my running Grissom-Sara jokes…so just for purposes of this story, pretend it didn’t happen.
AND NOW… the story.
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CSI: Criminalists Suffering Interviews
IL: Hey, A-Rod!
Rod the Intern-Producer: It’s just Rod.
IL: Really? Your yearbook photo’s caption says A. Rodney Johnson.
Rod: *narrows eyes* Where did you find that?
IL: I’ve got my sources. Now, really, what does the A stand for? Annoying? Androgynous?
Rod: Why do you care?
IL: I don’t, really. The nickname just reminded me of Eric Delko from the Miami-Dade crime lab, a/k/a one of the next set of interviewees.
Rod: Criminalists?
IL: Indeed. They’re the people that collect evidence at murder scenes, analyze DNA, run fingerprints –
Rod: I know who they are. I’m trying to make sure I heard you right. You want to interview a bunch of criminalists? How is that in any way exciting?
IL: Trust me on this. They’ll be good entertainment. They smoke pot and have sex outside buildings and get involved in chop-shop beat-downs. And that’s just Eric.
Rod: Still not seeing the exciting part about government workers who’ve never even seen an alien.
IL: Start making phone calls.
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Rod: Here’s the thing. I’m getting a lot of runaround down there. They’re grumbling about “mole infestations” and “minor breakdown” and I’m 95% sure I heard the phrase “Calmwood Mental Hospital”…
IL: Oh, FINE. We’ll start with their Las Vegas counterparts. Night shift people always think they’re so great just because they don’t need sunlight.
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IL: Hello, and welcome, everybody! I’m your host, Interview Lady, and today our show is doing a special broadcast: live from Las Vegas. Let me remind all the new listeners that Interview Lady’s Interview Hour is a televised radio program, or in other words, a radio show simultaneously filmed and broadcast live on your local cable station. I have a list of twenty questions which I may or may not get to ask, depending on where the answers take us, and at some point there may be a short intermission where you can call in, and then we’ll put some loyal listeners on the air. The calls will be handled by my loyal intern-producer, A.Rod.
Rod: It’s just Rod! God!
IL: Rod-God? Don’t think I can call you that.
Rod: *grits teeth* The interview hasn’t even started and I already want to quit.
IL: Ah, but your contract will not allow for that…besides, I’ll bet that name will get you a lot of phone numbers.
Rod: Don’t you have a no-dating clause in my contract somewhere?
IL: I’m so glad you remembered so I didn’t have to remind you. As for my audience…today, in just a few minutes, we’ll be interviewing a team of crime scene investigators from the Las Vegas crime lab, the best non-federal lab in the country. You may have seen them on a recent episode of Hard Crime; I’m told there were a lot of requests for the name/number of “That Cute One.” Anyway, since ratings for the show were sky-high, I’ve invited them in for an interview. We’ll be discussing how the team dynamics have shifted over the past six years, recall some old cases, get into some personal details …you know, reveal the people behind the pretty crime-fighting faces. Oh! My guests are here. Rod, open the door for them.
Rod: Where’s Mulder? Isn’t he your regular lackey?
IL: I really couldn’t trust him this close to Area 51, so you get to pull overtime.
Rod: Lucky me.
IL: Don’t make me threaten you with your contract again.
Rod: *mumbles something that sounds distinctly rude, but gets up and opens the door*
IL: Gil Grissom! What an honor to have you and your team here.
Grissom: Likewise.
Rod: Won’t be long before you regret saying that – OW! *looks down, then yells at Interview Lady* What the…you couldn’t be bothered to bring Mulder, but you packed the Pikachus?!
Greg: The what?
IL: Rod has an overactive imagination. Ignore him. (She glares and passes him a note that reads “1) They get lonely by themselves, 2) It is MY job to freak out the new guests, LATER in the show, and 3) One more word out of you and I’m having Insane Gatomon dropped off too.” Rod grumbles and puts duct tape over his mouth)
Nick: Are we going to be here long? Crime in this city doesn’t exactly stop; can the lab really afford to have its only good team off-duty all at once?
IL: I see arrogant underlings like you don’t get to converse with the sheriff too often.
Warrick: He set this up?
IL: He acquiesced to my request.
Catherine: Well, that makes sense. Our sheriff is a media whore who can’t stop pimping the lab. After that reality TV business, are you honestly surprised by anything he does?
(IL starts to remind her they’re live on air…then thinks better of it)
Grissom: Come to think of it, I don’t want to be here. I’m really not comfortable having cameras on me all the time.
IL: Relax, our studio cameras only add eight pounds.
Greg: Look at it this way – it’s a chance to quote all those random ancient dudes no one remembers anymore.
Grissom: Shakespeare?
Greg: Among others.
IL: Well, I suppose I should make the introductions. First, we have Gil “Bug Man” Grissom, Night Shift Supervisor.
Grissom: It should be stated for the record that no one has ever seriously called me “Bug Man.”
Catherine: Of course they haven’t.
IL: You’re welcome to begin with random interjections after the introductions. Not before. Now…the rest of the team: Catherine “Exotic Dancing Queen” Willows, Warrick “Fro ‘Do” Brown, Nick Stokes, Sara “Serious Issues” Sidle, and of course Greg “Young Grasshopper” Sanders, CSI-in-training.
Nick: I don’t get a nickname?
Sara: Do you WANT one of those nicknames?
Nick: Hm. I must have been That Cute One. Sweet.
Greg: I would like to state for the record that I have actually passed my proficiencies and am a full-fledged CSI.
Catherine: Sorry, you’re always going to be our little baby.
Greg: You guys know I’m like, 30 years old, right? Only four years younger than Sara?
Sara: *smacks him* NEVER reveal a woman’s age.
Greg: I’m just saying, you ever feel that biological clock ticking, you can come on ov…(*trails off as he sees Sara shooting him a murderous glare*) I’m just going to stop right there. (Sara keeps glaring) And I didn’t mean it?
Sara: *glares more*
Greg: *panics* And, um…you’re hot?? I mean pretty! In a totally non-objectifying way, because women are not pieces of meat, I mean not that I myself have ever compared you or anyone else like that but …
Nick: I think what you’re trying to say is you apologize for all your remarks to date, because you are not worthy of this beautiful, strong, capable and intelligent woman’s time.
Sara: Aww, thanks Nick. *smiles at him, after sticking her tongue out at Greg*
Nick: (putting his arm around her) Me & Sara, we’re like *this*. (crossing two fingers)
Greg: I hate you.
Nick: Whereas a dependable guy like myself, on the other hand…
Sara: You can stop now, Nick.
Nick: *sighs* It was worth a try.
IL: Fascinating, just fascinating. How about I finally ask the first question? Excellent. Tell me what you remember about this case…it was the year 2000, one of those horrible cases where the whole family gets murdered, except for one cute little girl named Dakota…
Sara: Could you be a little more specific?
IL: Creepy bunny statues in the yard…white buffalo necklace? Any of this sound familiar? Do you even remember taking care of the girl?
Sara: OH! You mean Brenda. Poor traumatized child. Flashed me right back to my childhood…
Nick: Oh yeah, I remember that one. The newspapers started calling her Dakota, after the necklace, when we wouldn’t give out her real name.
Warrick: Losing her entire family really did wonders for that kid.
Sara: I came home after school one day, and there was all this blood…
Warrick: Got all the media attention, everybody wanted to help her. Somebody got her an agent, and a little therapy, and before you know it, she’s making movies.
Sara: I AM EXPOSITING TRAGIC BACKSTORY HERE.
IL: I’m sorry, that’s question 17. Please refrain from including anything else on the subject until we get to the “Flying Sparks in the Office” portion of the interview. Question 2: Dr. Grissom, three years ago you experienced severe, degenerative hearing loss. Is that still a problem?
Sara: Wait a minute…three years ago…is that why you wouldn’t have dinner with me? You didn’t hear my request?
Grissom: Something like that.
Nick: I’ve been thinking. For being “The Cute One,” I don’t get nearly enough action. And by “nearly enough,” I mean any. It’s just not fair. Grissom ignores women and they still fall at his feet. Warrick’s married. Greg’s got a date with a new stripper every week. And then everyone’s always hitting on Sara. Why doesn’t anybody ever hit on me?
Catherine: Babysitters, hookers and stalkers not good enough for you?
Nick: *sticks fingers in ears*
Sara: Personally I think that’s an outdated and offensive term. It glosses over the very real and serious problem of domestic abuse that goes on in countless homes across our country every single day…
(Rod temporarily mutes her microphone)
Catherine: Well, Nicky – and this is just some friendly advice – you might want to think about trimming your hair a little.
Nick: Chicks dig this look.
Catherine: Yeah. Maybe back in 1975.
(Sara, muted: “Chicks?”)
Nick: But…that’s not fair! Greg’s hair is just as long as mine.
Greg: Ah, but mine is curly. And women love curls. ‘Rick knows how that works.
Warrick: Don’t call me Rick. But the kid’s got a point.
Greg: I’m 31! Why can’t I call you Rick?
Warrick: Show some respect for your elders.
Greg: You’ve got like 5 years on me.
Warrick: Nevertheless. You’re a little obsessed with this age thing, by the way.
IL: AHEM. Grissom – you eventually went in for corrective surgery, did you not?
Catherine: Yep. I was there for moral support and everything. Of course, he was so wrapped up worrying about the surgery that he forgot hospital gowns don’t have a back to them.
Grissom: You don’t mean…
Catherine: Sure I do. (Grissom begins looking for quick escape routes, only to find that the lone door has a pair of crossed-arm security guards in front)
Sara: *raises hand* I would like to know why I was not informed of the date, time, and location of this surgery?
Grissom: So many reasons.
Nick: Burn!
Warrick: I would agree, but that would require thinking about my boss in a hospital gown, which…gross.
Grissom: Being deaf did have its benefits, though. Like when I got sick of Catherine whining about all her paperwork, I could just walk in the other direction and pretend I hadn’t seen her approaching.
Catherine: Excuse me, “my” paperwork? What he means to say is that he’s lazy, so he just lets all HIS paperwork pile up on his desk and waits for me to rush in at the last minute and save his ass by finishing it for him. I’m like his freaking secretary. (turns to Grissom) You know what? Next time, I’m just going to let Ecklie go ahead and fire you. I can’t even find you half the time, anyway. Where do you keep disappearing to?
Sara: Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Ecklie in a while either. Didn’t he used to follow us around, looking for excuses to suspend us? I’ve only seen him like twice this year. And he was civil both times.
Warrick: Sure he was. *mutters* You head-butt one suspect…
Sara: On the other hand, Sofia keeps hanging around the lab more and more. I swear she’s there more often now that she’s a detective than when she was a CSI.
IL: Well, I was going to say we have to move on, but now I’m intrigued. Are you saying I should have invited Brass and Sofia down today, too?
Sara: NOOOO. Well, Brass, sure. But not Hofia.
IL: Excuse me?
Sara: I said don’t call Sofia.
IL: I think I heard something different.
Warrick: *chuckles* Well, well, lil’ Sara’s got her claws out in full force.
Sara: Oh, I’m not jealous.
Warrick: No, not at all. *smirks*
Sara: I just happen to think there are options for interrogating a suspect that don’t involve unbuttoning your shirt as soon as he gets a little reluctant to talk.
Greg: I agree, but only because it increases the crime rate. I mean, wouldn’t you be a little tempted to come in for questioning if you thought you’d get to… (sees Sara giving him the evil eye again) um, make a case against that OFFENSIVE display of immoral conduct?
Sara: Better.
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Well, that's about a third of what I have written so far...don't want to make this first post any longer, so I'll just pause there and see what people think.
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Background Info/Summary in a nutshell: The Interview Lady (“IL”) series has been calling up TV show characters and holding radio programs since 2000. She’ll explain this in her opening speech, but the basic premise is that she’s a slightly sarcastic radio show host who invites people under the guise of interviewing them about their accomplishments, but basically relies on them to start insulting one another and/or revealing personal secrets (their own or others’) after one or two leading questions. You need to suspend disbelief and accept slightly out-of-character humor for this to work, but once you do, it’s funny.
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI, or any of the other copyrighted things that might crop up later. I will explain who does at the end of this story with my trademark lavish thank-you list.
Rating: PG-13
Points of Interest: There are already 9 other Interview Lady stories, and as such there are simply some plot points that must be carried through. Such as…although the X-Files crew starred in two of them, after that whole becoming-fugitives thing, Mulder is now working for us. Rod the Producer is IL’s college-age intern - also her romantic interest for one story until they broke up, but she keeps him around to torment him. Lastly, IL owns 3 semi-evil pet Pikachus. Just as an aside. I don’t think they’ll actually be making an appearance in this story, but it’s important that you know.
Oh, and please note that the story is set near the end of season 6, but before the finale. That scene really mucked up my running Grissom-Sara jokes…so just for purposes of this story, pretend it didn’t happen.
AND NOW… the story.
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CSI: Criminalists Suffering Interviews
IL: Hey, A-Rod!
Rod the Intern-Producer: It’s just Rod.
IL: Really? Your yearbook photo’s caption says A. Rodney Johnson.
Rod: *narrows eyes* Where did you find that?
IL: I’ve got my sources. Now, really, what does the A stand for? Annoying? Androgynous?
Rod: Why do you care?
IL: I don’t, really. The nickname just reminded me of Eric Delko from the Miami-Dade crime lab, a/k/a one of the next set of interviewees.
Rod: Criminalists?
IL: Indeed. They’re the people that collect evidence at murder scenes, analyze DNA, run fingerprints –
Rod: I know who they are. I’m trying to make sure I heard you right. You want to interview a bunch of criminalists? How is that in any way exciting?
IL: Trust me on this. They’ll be good entertainment. They smoke pot and have sex outside buildings and get involved in chop-shop beat-downs. And that’s just Eric.
Rod: Still not seeing the exciting part about government workers who’ve never even seen an alien.
IL: Start making phone calls.
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Rod: Here’s the thing. I’m getting a lot of runaround down there. They’re grumbling about “mole infestations” and “minor breakdown” and I’m 95% sure I heard the phrase “Calmwood Mental Hospital”…
IL: Oh, FINE. We’ll start with their Las Vegas counterparts. Night shift people always think they’re so great just because they don’t need sunlight.
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IL: Hello, and welcome, everybody! I’m your host, Interview Lady, and today our show is doing a special broadcast: live from Las Vegas. Let me remind all the new listeners that Interview Lady’s Interview Hour is a televised radio program, or in other words, a radio show simultaneously filmed and broadcast live on your local cable station. I have a list of twenty questions which I may or may not get to ask, depending on where the answers take us, and at some point there may be a short intermission where you can call in, and then we’ll put some loyal listeners on the air. The calls will be handled by my loyal intern-producer, A.Rod.
Rod: It’s just Rod! God!
IL: Rod-God? Don’t think I can call you that.
Rod: *grits teeth* The interview hasn’t even started and I already want to quit.
IL: Ah, but your contract will not allow for that…besides, I’ll bet that name will get you a lot of phone numbers.
Rod: Don’t you have a no-dating clause in my contract somewhere?
IL: I’m so glad you remembered so I didn’t have to remind you. As for my audience…today, in just a few minutes, we’ll be interviewing a team of crime scene investigators from the Las Vegas crime lab, the best non-federal lab in the country. You may have seen them on a recent episode of Hard Crime; I’m told there were a lot of requests for the name/number of “That Cute One.” Anyway, since ratings for the show were sky-high, I’ve invited them in for an interview. We’ll be discussing how the team dynamics have shifted over the past six years, recall some old cases, get into some personal details …you know, reveal the people behind the pretty crime-fighting faces. Oh! My guests are here. Rod, open the door for them.
Rod: Where’s Mulder? Isn’t he your regular lackey?
IL: I really couldn’t trust him this close to Area 51, so you get to pull overtime.
Rod: Lucky me.
IL: Don’t make me threaten you with your contract again.
Rod: *mumbles something that sounds distinctly rude, but gets up and opens the door*
IL: Gil Grissom! What an honor to have you and your team here.
Grissom: Likewise.
Rod: Won’t be long before you regret saying that – OW! *looks down, then yells at Interview Lady* What the…you couldn’t be bothered to bring Mulder, but you packed the Pikachus?!
Greg: The what?
IL: Rod has an overactive imagination. Ignore him. (She glares and passes him a note that reads “1) They get lonely by themselves, 2) It is MY job to freak out the new guests, LATER in the show, and 3) One more word out of you and I’m having Insane Gatomon dropped off too.” Rod grumbles and puts duct tape over his mouth)
Nick: Are we going to be here long? Crime in this city doesn’t exactly stop; can the lab really afford to have its only good team off-duty all at once?
IL: I see arrogant underlings like you don’t get to converse with the sheriff too often.
Warrick: He set this up?
IL: He acquiesced to my request.
Catherine: Well, that makes sense. Our sheriff is a media whore who can’t stop pimping the lab. After that reality TV business, are you honestly surprised by anything he does?
(IL starts to remind her they’re live on air…then thinks better of it)
Grissom: Come to think of it, I don’t want to be here. I’m really not comfortable having cameras on me all the time.
IL: Relax, our studio cameras only add eight pounds.
Greg: Look at it this way – it’s a chance to quote all those random ancient dudes no one remembers anymore.
Grissom: Shakespeare?
Greg: Among others.
IL: Well, I suppose I should make the introductions. First, we have Gil “Bug Man” Grissom, Night Shift Supervisor.
Grissom: It should be stated for the record that no one has ever seriously called me “Bug Man.”
Catherine: Of course they haven’t.
IL: You’re welcome to begin with random interjections after the introductions. Not before. Now…the rest of the team: Catherine “Exotic Dancing Queen” Willows, Warrick “Fro ‘Do” Brown, Nick Stokes, Sara “Serious Issues” Sidle, and of course Greg “Young Grasshopper” Sanders, CSI-in-training.
Nick: I don’t get a nickname?
Sara: Do you WANT one of those nicknames?
Nick: Hm. I must have been That Cute One. Sweet.
Greg: I would like to state for the record that I have actually passed my proficiencies and am a full-fledged CSI.
Catherine: Sorry, you’re always going to be our little baby.
Greg: You guys know I’m like, 30 years old, right? Only four years younger than Sara?
Sara: *smacks him* NEVER reveal a woman’s age.
Greg: I’m just saying, you ever feel that biological clock ticking, you can come on ov…(*trails off as he sees Sara shooting him a murderous glare*) I’m just going to stop right there. (Sara keeps glaring) And I didn’t mean it?
Sara: *glares more*
Greg: *panics* And, um…you’re hot?? I mean pretty! In a totally non-objectifying way, because women are not pieces of meat, I mean not that I myself have ever compared you or anyone else like that but …
Nick: I think what you’re trying to say is you apologize for all your remarks to date, because you are not worthy of this beautiful, strong, capable and intelligent woman’s time.
Sara: Aww, thanks Nick. *smiles at him, after sticking her tongue out at Greg*
Nick: (putting his arm around her) Me & Sara, we’re like *this*. (crossing two fingers)
Greg: I hate you.
Nick: Whereas a dependable guy like myself, on the other hand…
Sara: You can stop now, Nick.
Nick: *sighs* It was worth a try.
IL: Fascinating, just fascinating. How about I finally ask the first question? Excellent. Tell me what you remember about this case…it was the year 2000, one of those horrible cases where the whole family gets murdered, except for one cute little girl named Dakota…
Sara: Could you be a little more specific?
IL: Creepy bunny statues in the yard…white buffalo necklace? Any of this sound familiar? Do you even remember taking care of the girl?
Sara: OH! You mean Brenda. Poor traumatized child. Flashed me right back to my childhood…
Nick: Oh yeah, I remember that one. The newspapers started calling her Dakota, after the necklace, when we wouldn’t give out her real name.
Warrick: Losing her entire family really did wonders for that kid.
Sara: I came home after school one day, and there was all this blood…
Warrick: Got all the media attention, everybody wanted to help her. Somebody got her an agent, and a little therapy, and before you know it, she’s making movies.
Sara: I AM EXPOSITING TRAGIC BACKSTORY HERE.
IL: I’m sorry, that’s question 17. Please refrain from including anything else on the subject until we get to the “Flying Sparks in the Office” portion of the interview. Question 2: Dr. Grissom, three years ago you experienced severe, degenerative hearing loss. Is that still a problem?
Sara: Wait a minute…three years ago…is that why you wouldn’t have dinner with me? You didn’t hear my request?
Grissom: Something like that.
Nick: I’ve been thinking. For being “The Cute One,” I don’t get nearly enough action. And by “nearly enough,” I mean any. It’s just not fair. Grissom ignores women and they still fall at his feet. Warrick’s married. Greg’s got a date with a new stripper every week. And then everyone’s always hitting on Sara. Why doesn’t anybody ever hit on me?
Catherine: Babysitters, hookers and stalkers not good enough for you?
Nick: *sticks fingers in ears*
Sara: Personally I think that’s an outdated and offensive term. It glosses over the very real and serious problem of domestic abuse that goes on in countless homes across our country every single day…
(Rod temporarily mutes her microphone)
Catherine: Well, Nicky – and this is just some friendly advice – you might want to think about trimming your hair a little.
Nick: Chicks dig this look.
Catherine: Yeah. Maybe back in 1975.
(Sara, muted: “Chicks?”)
Nick: But…that’s not fair! Greg’s hair is just as long as mine.
Greg: Ah, but mine is curly. And women love curls. ‘Rick knows how that works.
Warrick: Don’t call me Rick. But the kid’s got a point.
Greg: I’m 31! Why can’t I call you Rick?
Warrick: Show some respect for your elders.
Greg: You’ve got like 5 years on me.
Warrick: Nevertheless. You’re a little obsessed with this age thing, by the way.
IL: AHEM. Grissom – you eventually went in for corrective surgery, did you not?
Catherine: Yep. I was there for moral support and everything. Of course, he was so wrapped up worrying about the surgery that he forgot hospital gowns don’t have a back to them.
Grissom: You don’t mean…
Catherine: Sure I do. (Grissom begins looking for quick escape routes, only to find that the lone door has a pair of crossed-arm security guards in front)
Sara: *raises hand* I would like to know why I was not informed of the date, time, and location of this surgery?
Grissom: So many reasons.
Nick: Burn!
Warrick: I would agree, but that would require thinking about my boss in a hospital gown, which…gross.
Grissom: Being deaf did have its benefits, though. Like when I got sick of Catherine whining about all her paperwork, I could just walk in the other direction and pretend I hadn’t seen her approaching.
Catherine: Excuse me, “my” paperwork? What he means to say is that he’s lazy, so he just lets all HIS paperwork pile up on his desk and waits for me to rush in at the last minute and save his ass by finishing it for him. I’m like his freaking secretary. (turns to Grissom) You know what? Next time, I’m just going to let Ecklie go ahead and fire you. I can’t even find you half the time, anyway. Where do you keep disappearing to?
Sara: Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Ecklie in a while either. Didn’t he used to follow us around, looking for excuses to suspend us? I’ve only seen him like twice this year. And he was civil both times.
Warrick: Sure he was. *mutters* You head-butt one suspect…
Sara: On the other hand, Sofia keeps hanging around the lab more and more. I swear she’s there more often now that she’s a detective than when she was a CSI.
IL: Well, I was going to say we have to move on, but now I’m intrigued. Are you saying I should have invited Brass and Sofia down today, too?
Sara: NOOOO. Well, Brass, sure. But not Hofia.
IL: Excuse me?
Sara: I said don’t call Sofia.
IL: I think I heard something different.
Warrick: *chuckles* Well, well, lil’ Sara’s got her claws out in full force.
Sara: Oh, I’m not jealous.
Warrick: No, not at all. *smirks*
Sara: I just happen to think there are options for interrogating a suspect that don’t involve unbuttoning your shirt as soon as he gets a little reluctant to talk.
Greg: I agree, but only because it increases the crime rate. I mean, wouldn’t you be a little tempted to come in for questioning if you thought you’d get to… (sees Sara giving him the evil eye again) um, make a case against that OFFENSIVE display of immoral conduct?
Sara: Better.
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Well, that's about a third of what I have written so far...don't want to make this first post any longer, so I'll just pause there and see what people think.
