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CSICSICSICSICSI

As luck would have it, Catherine was the first person he ran into when he walked into the lab for the start of shift. Greg grinned when Catherine asked, "So, Greg, have you had a chance to read any of your dictionary yet?"

He responded gleefully in the most garrulous manner he could, "Ah, Cath, I may have perused a page or seven. Did you know that the number seven is the most commonly referenced number in the Bible, that the ancient Greeks believed the number seven was the perfect number, the Arabs built seven holy temples, the Goths worshipped seven deities, the Japanese had seven gods, the Scottish Masons sewed seven tassels on each of their aprons, that our independence from Britain was declared in the seventh month, and that our constitution has seven articles? People here in good old Sin City obviously think seven is their lucky number, seeing as the odds of rolling seven are significantly greater than the odds of rolling any other number, and I guess I'm just feeling like I'm having a lucky day, too, since I've had time to read seven pages of my gift."

Catherine had rolled her eyes repeatedly throughout Greg's lengthy monologue, and retorted, "Feeling garrulous, today, Greg?" with a smirk.

"I know not what you speak of, milady."

Catherine and Greg continued their banter all the way to the break room where they awaited assignment from the boss man who was apparently running late.

Greg sank down onto the rather lumpy couch and said, "Cath, it's been real chatting with you, but I have some reading to do before I get sent out to risk my life for justice."

Catherine rolled her eyes yet again, but left him to his book with a smile. Greg didn't even see her smile; he was already absorbed in his gift.

H

Habitual: of the nature of a habit; fixed by or resulting from habit

Let's see here.

10:53-10:58pm/Start of shift: You roll in two to seven minutes early just so you have time to find someone to harass before assignments are handed out.

11:00pm promptly: You brew some coffee. If you're feeling generous, want to flirt with Sara even more than usual, or are feeling guilty about something with Grissom, it's Blue Hawaiian. Otherwise, good old Starbucks.

11:02-11:10pm: Depending on when Grissom rolls in for assignment hand-outs, you promptly make some sort of snarky comment to Griss, causing at least one of us to roll our eyes at you.

11:10-11:15pm: Depending on who you're sent out of the lab with, you call "driving," and then whine when you aren't given the privilege. After being denied "driving," if there are three of us on the case, you next yell, "Shotgun," and when that fails, you turn to, "I call radio station!"

Get the point? -Warrick

Hairy: covered with hair; having much hair

Need I explain this? All I have to say is: Halloween, Big Foot costume, your attempt at facial hair to complement the costume. -Brass

Heroic: of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a hero or heroine

I know I sort of already mentioned this when I chose the word "brave" for the b page, but I couldn't help but bring it up again. Anyway, Greg, you've shown yourself to be heroic on multiple occasions, from the time you responded to the "all crims on deck" page when that bus crashed (yes, I know you didn't feel heroic then, but the fact that you wanted to help, even though you didn't know what you were doing, made you so), to the time you rescued that little girl's cat from a sewer, to the time to pushed that old lady behind you when that crazy whack job came at her with a knife, to the time you saved that tourist's life by breaking up the mob that was beating him. You make me proud and I'm glad to call such a heroic guy my friend. Love, Sara

Hungry: having a desire, craving, or need for food; feeling hunger

All I know is that during your days as our DNA tech, I think you ate just as often as you processed evidence. Not only did you eat anything and everything incessantly, you seemed to have superhuman hearing when it came to words that might indicate another one of us was going to pick up food. I swear you heard Mandy mention going on a lunch run all the way in Fingerprints. Not just once, either. Then there were the secret stashes… chocolates in the evidence freezer, coffee beans in a filing cabinet, jellybeans in a beaker, Doritos and Cheetos in the lab coat closet, granola bars and gum in your locker, cans of tuna in Bobby's locker (I never did find out whether or not you ate those or were just being weird by putting them there)… need I go on? -Henry

Hyperactive: (of children) displaying exaggerated physical activity sometimes associated with neurologic or psychological causes

The best part of copying this definition into this book was writing the "of children" part. I can only picture you in a classroom as a kid; I kinda feel bad for your teachers! I used to flip out in my head every time you popped into Ballistics because, as you know, a hyperactive kid could kill someone with all the stuff in my lab, and a hyperactive adult could do just as much damage! My heart nearly stopped that time shortly after you'd taken the CSI 1 field job and you were just about to test fire a glock used in a triple homicide when you got distracted by the country song I had playing on the radio and started waving the gun around as you sang. You were trying to get me to sing along until you noticed that I was legitimately concerned and remembered you were flinging a loaded weapon around. Never a dull moment, man. –Bobby

Greg cringed a little at that last memory- he really could have shot a loaded weapon at Bobby, but all's well that ends well; no one did get hurt after all, and Gretchen Wilson's "Here for the Party" was just too good to resist bellowing along with. Just then, Nick punched him in the shoulder; Grissom had shown up and was about to hand out assignments. Greg reluctantly stowed his book behind his back and waiting to find out what kind of case he'd end up with tonight.