*huggles Hannah*
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Miami Lab, Layout room
Ryan: Okay what are we looking at?
Calleigh: Evidence from the evidence lockup room.
Ryan: ...Yeah I know that I meant why are we looking at it.
Calleigh: I need to see it for myself.
Ryan: Is that why you dragged me down here?
Calleigh: *smiles* You're going to help me.
Ryan: How?
Calleigh: Well I'm supposed to be hands off and if IAB finds out I touched this evidence I'll be fired.
Ryan: What about me?
Calleigh: You're fine.
Ryan: ...I don't want to get fired.
Calleigh: Oh you won't. I just need you to take some photographs and put the boxes back real quick before someone finds out.
Ryan: You stole it?
Calleigh: Borrowed.
Ryan: Doesn't borrow imply someone gave you permission?
Calleigh: *smiling* People say.
Ryan: *sigh* Okay, fine. *grabs camera*
Calleigh: Thank you.
Ryan: Anytime. *snaps pictures*
Calleigh: *taps fingers on table*
Ryan: *snapping photos*
Calleigh: *taps fingers faster*
Ryan: *peers over from camera*
Calleigh: *bites nails*
Ryan: *takes pictures*
Calleigh: *taps foot on floor*
Ryan: *lowers camera* Um, am I going too slowly for you or something?
Calleigh: What?
Ryan: You're...Making noise.
Calleigh: Oh you wanted me to stop?
Ryan: That would be great.
Calleigh: No problem. You won't even know I'm here.
Ryan: Great. *snaps pictures*
Calleigh: *whistles*
Ryan: *stares blankly*
Calleigh: *opens a piece of gum*
Ryan: *frowns*
Calleigh: *crinkles paper*
Ryan: *grabs gum* Okay I know you're here.
Calleigh: That was my gum.
Ryan: It's mine until you stop making noise.
Calleigh: ...Okay.
Ryan: *puts gum on table*
Calleigh: *grabs gum*
Ryan: *snaps photos*
Calleigh: *blows a bubble, it pops*
Ryan: Okay Calleigh I think you need to do something productive with your time like go for a walk or....Look at some bullets.
Calleigh: *frowns* What are you insinuating?
Ryan: That you're the ballistics technitian and you should be doing something that involves ballistics.
Calleigh: What's that?
Ryan: That's the sound of my irritation.
Calleigh: No. *stands* What's that, in the box?
Ryan: *looks in box*
Calleigh: *stares at Ryan* Looks like a dark brown hair.
Ryan: *grabs tweezers, picks up hair* It's human, long, skin tag is still attached.
Calleigh: So we can find out who it came from. Oh great! *grabs tweezers* Thanks Ryan.
Ryan: Whoa, hold on. What are you doing?
Calleigh: I'm takin' this to DNA.
Ryan: No. You're taking
this *hands over boxes* back to evidence lockup.
Calleigh: ....I was going to put it back.
Ryan: *extends hand*
Calleigh: *gives tweezers*
Ryan: Thank you.
Calleigh: *leaves*
Ryan: *shakes head*
Horatio: *walks in* Mister Wolfe.
Ryan: H.
Horatio: What do we have here?
Ryan: A stray hair found near the crime scene.
Horatio: Near the crime scene...
Ryan: Actually...Calleigh gave me the boxes.
Horatio: She did.
Ryan: Yeah. But she didn't touch anything.
Horatio: She touched the boxes.
Ryan: ...
Horatio: *stares at Ryan*
Ryan: ...Uh...Am I in trouble?
Horatio: That remains to be seen. IAB has a keen eye on the lab right now so we can't afford any slip-ups.
Ryan: I swear she didn't touch anything else.
Horatio: *nods*
Ryan: What about Eric? What's going to happen to him?
Horatio: I was given the choice to either fire him or transfer him.
Ryan: *laughs* You're not going to do any of that, right? I mean you can make some sort of deal with Stetler.
Horatio: ...Unfortunately I can't.
Ryan: So he's fired?
Horatio: Transfered until further notice pending an investigation.
Ryan: So he's getting desk duty somewhere. That isn't any better than being fired.
Horatio: It'll have to do for now.
Ryan: What do you think happened?
Horatio: It's not up to me to speculate.
Ryan: But if you could. I mean, we're CSIs. We say what happened.
Horatio: No. We interpret the evidence. I don't have the luxury of speculating beyond it.
Ryan: What's the evidence saying?
Horatio: It's saying we need to keep working.
Ryan: *nods*
Horatio: *leaves*
TBC.................