iwantboromir
CSI Level One
I'm not really sure what to call this one. 
....I have been sorting out the first grade phonics library at work for the last two weeks . After looking at this title 180 times, I just could not resist writing this.
If it sucks, blame it on the writer being stuck in a paper dungeon with nothing but her own thoughts to entertain her while doing a monotonous job. (The dark corner of my mind IS a scary place.)
Well, here goes.......
Nick is Sick
“Hey Nick.” Warrick Brown greeted his friend as he entered the locker room. Nick Stokes is already there, dressed and sitting on the bench before the lockers.
“I’m sick.” Nick complains.
“Well, Suck it up. We’ve got work to do.” Warrick grabs his jacket and heads back out of the room, pausing at the doorway. “Come on.”
Everyone is already gathered for assignments. Coughing and wheezing, Nick flops down into the nearest chair.
“Don’t get too comfortable Nicky.” Catherine advises sagely. “Here comes Gil and he looks like he’s in a hurry.”
“Hope everyone is okay and ready to go..” Gil states as soon as he enters the room.
“I’m sick.” Nick informs him. “My throat is sore and I-”
“Ssh!” Catherine shushes him as Warrick plants a hard elbow into his ribs.
“He really isn’t interested in how we are, Nick.” Sara informs him out of the corner of her mouth.
“Nick, I don’t have time for your whining. Save it for another time, or better yet, grow up.” Grissom glares at him. “We’ve got a big case. A B&E that has left us with four D.B’s and a possible abduction. Butterfields’ Emporium. Warrick, I need you to gather the video and get back here. Archie is all yours tonight.”
“Right Boss.” Warrick nods, taking his assignment sheet before immediately heading out.
“Catherine, We have two potential witnesses at the Desert Sands. Take Greg. Interview and gather any evidence you can.”
“Sure thing.” Catherine nods to Greg as she gathers up her things. The two hurry out together.
“Sara, Nick, You’re with me.” Gil motions for them to follow. “You guys ride together, I’ll take my own this time.” Nick willingly lets Sara drive to the scene. He leans back in the seat, not even bothering to make a crack about her driving skills.
“What’s the deal, Stokes?”
“I’m sick!” Nick complains once again. His eyes are closed, so he doesn’t see Sara rolling her eyes at him.
4 hours later………..
“You know, Grissom, I think Nick might really be ill.” Warrick motioned to the inert man collapsed at the Break room table.
Grissom frowns, stopping at the lab doorway where Sara is working at the microscope. “Sara? Why isn’t Nick helping you with your case?”
“He kept sneezing, I was afraid he would contaminate the evidence.” Sara answers without looking up. “I told him to start up the paperwork.”
“And how much paperwork is actually getting done?” Gil frowns, approaching the unconscious man.
“Well, If it means anything, he is drooling on some forms?” Warrick snickers, pointing to the papers Nick’s face is plastered to.
“What’s going on?” Catherine and Greg appear beside the tow men. Greg squeezes by, grumbling about his ‘stash of coffee’.
“Nicky, here, is working hard.” Warrick motions to the object of discussion.
“He doesn’t look good.” Catherine places a motherly hand on his forehead. “He’s feverish. He needs to be taking some Vitamin C, Zinc and Echinacea.”
“My Poppa Olaf always swore by his lemon brandy elixir.” Greg pipes up.
“NyQuil.” Sara suggests, entering the room.
“More like Dimetapp.” Warrick snickers. “It’s grape flavored, ya know.”
“What he needs is to learn to call in sick.” Gil sighs. “Warrick, drive him home before he gets us all sick.”
Warrick grabs his friends arm, heaving him up. As he does, Nick comes awake. “Wh?”
“Rick is taking you home Nicky.” Gil informs him softly. “You’re sick.”
“Tha’s wha I was saying all along!”
The End.
....I have been sorting out the first grade phonics library at work for the last two weeks . After looking at this title 180 times, I just could not resist writing this. If it sucks, blame it on the writer being stuck in a paper dungeon with nothing but her own thoughts to entertain her while doing a monotonous job. (The dark corner of my mind IS a scary place.
) Well,
here goes.......Nick is Sick
“Hey Nick.” Warrick Brown greeted his friend as he entered the locker room. Nick Stokes is already there, dressed and sitting on the bench before the lockers.
“I’m sick.” Nick complains.
“Well, Suck it up. We’ve got work to do.” Warrick grabs his jacket and heads back out of the room, pausing at the doorway. “Come on.”
Everyone is already gathered for assignments. Coughing and wheezing, Nick flops down into the nearest chair.
“Don’t get too comfortable Nicky.” Catherine advises sagely. “Here comes Gil and he looks like he’s in a hurry.”
“Hope everyone is okay and ready to go..” Gil states as soon as he enters the room.
“I’m sick.” Nick informs him. “My throat is sore and I-”
“Ssh!” Catherine shushes him as Warrick plants a hard elbow into his ribs.
“He really isn’t interested in how we are, Nick.” Sara informs him out of the corner of her mouth.
“Nick, I don’t have time for your whining. Save it for another time, or better yet, grow up.” Grissom glares at him. “We’ve got a big case. A B&E that has left us with four D.B’s and a possible abduction. Butterfields’ Emporium. Warrick, I need you to gather the video and get back here. Archie is all yours tonight.”
“Right Boss.” Warrick nods, taking his assignment sheet before immediately heading out.
“Catherine, We have two potential witnesses at the Desert Sands. Take Greg. Interview and gather any evidence you can.”
“Sure thing.” Catherine nods to Greg as she gathers up her things. The two hurry out together.
“Sara, Nick, You’re with me.” Gil motions for them to follow. “You guys ride together, I’ll take my own this time.” Nick willingly lets Sara drive to the scene. He leans back in the seat, not even bothering to make a crack about her driving skills.
“What’s the deal, Stokes?”
“I’m sick!” Nick complains once again. His eyes are closed, so he doesn’t see Sara rolling her eyes at him.
4 hours later………..
“You know, Grissom, I think Nick might really be ill.” Warrick motioned to the inert man collapsed at the Break room table.
Grissom frowns, stopping at the lab doorway where Sara is working at the microscope. “Sara? Why isn’t Nick helping you with your case?”
“He kept sneezing, I was afraid he would contaminate the evidence.” Sara answers without looking up. “I told him to start up the paperwork.”
“And how much paperwork is actually getting done?” Gil frowns, approaching the unconscious man.
“Well, If it means anything, he is drooling on some forms?” Warrick snickers, pointing to the papers Nick’s face is plastered to.
“What’s going on?” Catherine and Greg appear beside the tow men. Greg squeezes by, grumbling about his ‘stash of coffee’.
“Nicky, here, is working hard.” Warrick motions to the object of discussion.
“He doesn’t look good.” Catherine places a motherly hand on his forehead. “He’s feverish. He needs to be taking some Vitamin C, Zinc and Echinacea.”
“My Poppa Olaf always swore by his lemon brandy elixir.” Greg pipes up.
“NyQuil.” Sara suggests, entering the room.
“More like Dimetapp.” Warrick snickers. “It’s grape flavored, ya know.”
“What he needs is to learn to call in sick.” Gil sighs. “Warrick, drive him home before he gets us all sick.”
Warrick grabs his friends arm, heaving him up. As he does, Nick comes awake. “Wh?”
“Rick is taking you home Nicky.” Gil informs him softly. “You’re sick.”
“Tha’s wha I was saying all along!”
The End.
