Sixteen-year-old Emily Sanders was spending another uneventful evening in the Las Vegas Crime Lab's break room. Her parents and fourteen-year-old brother were away for basketball, and she was with her cousin Greg for the current moment. It was very late at night and she was still awake due to the amount of candy Archie hides in the A/V lab. He doesn't call her sunshine for nothing. Speaking of Archie, he was on break, and they were having a lovely conversation about one of the classes she was taking.
"Sounds like fun, Sunshine," Archie said smirking.
"Oh, it's quite a joy, listening to your health teacher, male I might add, talk about certain diseases you can get, with diagrams…fun times had by not us," Emily said rolling her eyes.
At this point in said conversation, Nick, Greg and Warrick walked in.
"Back so soon?" Emily asked them. It was only one in the morning, early for the graveyard shift.
"Yea, well according to Ecklie, the females and Grissom have it all under control and we get stuck with paperwork," Nick told her.
"So, what are you two discussing?" Greg asked. "Sounds like an interesting conversation."
"Sex Ed," Emily told him matter of factly.
Warrick choked on his coffee, Nick made a sound of disbelief, as Greg said in surprise, "What?"
"Yea. Our school thinks we need it," she said.
"I don't ever remember having that class," Warrick said. "And I went to the same high school as you do now."
"Really?" Emily asked intrigued. "Did you guys have Mrs. Thorp? She's really really old!" she continued.
"You still have Mrs. Thorp? Oh I remember her. Warrick you remember the time when she put us in detention when we told her that her skirt violated the dress code?" Nick said laughing.
"You guys did that?" Greg asked.
"Hard to believe right?" Warrick added, grinning at a laughing Emily.
"And we had Mr. Umblemyer, Mrs. Donovan, Mrs. Jesyic, Mr. Holton, Mr. Wortonhorth, and that's all I remember," Nick said, rattling off a list of teachers.
"Nice names," Archie commented. "I didn't go to your school. Me and Greggo here got lucky."
"Yea, good old Nahs, Massachusetts finest," Greg said. He and Archie lived in Massachusetts and went to school together. They were best friends and ended up going to the same college. Emily was born and raised in Massachusetts but moved to Vegas with her family at the age of thirteen.
"No, Lindsey, that is not an appropriate subject for a six year old," an annoyed Catherine Willows told her young daughter. Catherine had to leave the crime scene because her mother had to go to work at the twenty-four hour drugstore across the street, and Lindsey had nowhere to go, so Catherine brought her to the lab.
"But mommy Please please please with sugar on top?" A persistent Lindsey continued as they entered the break room.
"What's the question, Cath? I may be able to answer it in a way that's appropriate as well as giving her the idea," Nick told her.
"Have fun with that," Catherine told him, and with that she left the room to hurry back to her crime scene.
"Now what's your question, Linds?" Nick asked the little girl.
"Where do babies come from Uncle Nick?" she asked innocently.