Re: Murder at the Convention: ALL CSI:'s (An RP)
{Lynn...If I die, can I still watch PoTC?)
Greg shook his head quickly, looking over at Catherine again as disbelieve encased his features.
"No way!" He said, attempting to secure his own innocents. The man wracked his brain, working to bring up some thought as to who might have reported Catherine to Ecklie. But, much to his dismay, no answers came his way. The idea that Catherine might have thought Greg had reported her was insane to him. An act of such disrespect had never crossed his mind. Catherine Willows had always been there for him, and he couldn't imagine the lab without her stalking about, making jokes with him.
She was right though, when she directed her comment upon him. Greg Sanders was usually a bright chap, who's keen sense for curiousity had gotten him in trouble with his boss on many occations. However, lately, he had been rather down.
"I'm fine." He returned in a sort of forced brightness, though, he was sure she could tell that he had been lying.
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By this time, Delko had moved to the check-in line. Peering around a line of other people, he noticed Wolfe's familiar mug appearing in the crowd. However, Eric made no attempt at a greeting. The two were still slightly sour when it cam to each other, though, deep down, Eric really did care for the CSI. It's just what happens when you've been exposed to someone everyday for years.
Eric glanced over his shoulder, spotting Calleigh talking to a brunette woman. He didn't remember seeing her before, but, apparently, Calleigh had decided to strike up a conversation with the woman. After a few more moments, or minutes, perhaps, of waiting, Eric found himself with a room-key grasped in his hand...
Now...to see who he was roomed with...