"Overlooked - Part 2: Chuck" - by kyrdwyn
Rated: G
Spoilers: "Overlooked"
Synopsis: Takes place six months after "Overlooked"
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Elisa is mine, everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker, Alliance Atlantis, and the other companies and actors who bring life to the characters.
FYI: "Chuck" is the name of the album from where I got the song at the end of the story. Don't know the artists' names.
Enjoy!
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The brown haired woman leaning against the green car looked familiar to the three young CSIs as they stepped out of the Tahoe into the Las Vegas heat. Her gaze shifted from the ground to the door of the crime lab. Her arms were crossed over her crisp white button down blouse, which was tucked into black slacks.
It was the gun on her right hip and the badge clipped to the breast pocket of her blouse that caused recognition to settle on Nick.
"Greg's sister," he said slowly. Warrick and Sara looked at him, then back at her, then at each other. It had been six months since Elisa Sanders had appeared in the crime lab to inform them of Greg's accident. Since then, she'd been back in Texas, caring for her brother and mother.
Nick had visited Greg not long after Elisa trip to Las Vegas, when the young man was still in a coma. Elisa's attitude had been different from the icy woman they'd first met. She'd been pleased that Nick had visited, but he could see the worry in her eyes. Elisa was four years older than her brother and a polar opposite. During the few days Nick had spent with her, he'd learned that Elisa preferred conservative color clothing - mostly black, white, and gray. Elisa also listened to country music and, to use her own words, couldn't tell the difference between a test tube and a Bunsen burner. She was, however, as tenacious an investigator as Grissom. It was put into use in a different area - tracking down counterfeiters and those persons who made threats against the President.
Nick had e-mailed Elisa a few times since returning to Vegas, but she hadn't replied. Nick took that to mean that Greg's condition was still the same. Now, though, he worried that Elisa had returned to Las Vegas as the bearer of bad news.
"Elisa," Nick called out as the three of them walked toward her. Her head turned toward them and she smiled, a real smile, one not tinged with worry.
"Nick. Good to see you again."
"What brings you by?"
"I'm just waiting for someone."
"How's Greg?" Sara asked quietly, worry evident in her voice.
Elisa smiled warmly. "He's fine. Out of the coma," she turned to Nick, "sorry I didn't e-mail you back, but I was busy with work and family."
Nick nodded in understanding. Before he could ask Elisa anything else, Sara's pager went off. Both he and Warrick turned to her.
"It's Brass. He wants us back at the scene - something came up."
The three said goodbye to Elisa and headed back to their car. Nick watched as she turned her gaze back to the lab, then straightened up and headed into the building, apparently in response to the person she had been waiting for.
* * * * *
"What the hell is that racket?" Catherine asked as she and the rest of the shift sat in the break room, waiting for assignments.
"Probably the new DNA lab tech I hired," Grissom replied.
"Please tell me this is not another blonde valley girl ditz like the last one," Catherine begged. "She may have had a B.S. in Chem from CalTech, but she was terrible."
Grissom shrugged. "She was Ecklie's choice, not mine."
"No, your choice was the guy from the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy and Science who refused to talk to anyone about anything - including the test results - and played Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D" endlessly," Warrick rebutted.
Grissom rolled his eyes. "Okay, yes, that was my fault," he said as he joined the team in heading down to the DNA lab, "but I think I finally got this right."
Catherine snorted, but limited her comments to: "Is that a punk rock version of 'Take Me Home, Country Roads'?"
Nick laughed. "Sounds like it to me."
The five entered the lab and stopped, four of them stunned to see the familiar form of Greg Sanders dancing around to the music with Elisa as his dance partner.
"So, think I made a good decision?" Grissom asked.
Rated: G
Spoilers: "Overlooked"
Synopsis: Takes place six months after "Overlooked"
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Elisa is mine, everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker, Alliance Atlantis, and the other companies and actors who bring life to the characters.
FYI: "Chuck" is the name of the album from where I got the song at the end of the story. Don't know the artists' names.
Enjoy!
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The brown haired woman leaning against the green car looked familiar to the three young CSIs as they stepped out of the Tahoe into the Las Vegas heat. Her gaze shifted from the ground to the door of the crime lab. Her arms were crossed over her crisp white button down blouse, which was tucked into black slacks.
It was the gun on her right hip and the badge clipped to the breast pocket of her blouse that caused recognition to settle on Nick.
"Greg's sister," he said slowly. Warrick and Sara looked at him, then back at her, then at each other. It had been six months since Elisa Sanders had appeared in the crime lab to inform them of Greg's accident. Since then, she'd been back in Texas, caring for her brother and mother.
Nick had visited Greg not long after Elisa trip to Las Vegas, when the young man was still in a coma. Elisa's attitude had been different from the icy woman they'd first met. She'd been pleased that Nick had visited, but he could see the worry in her eyes. Elisa was four years older than her brother and a polar opposite. During the few days Nick had spent with her, he'd learned that Elisa preferred conservative color clothing - mostly black, white, and gray. Elisa also listened to country music and, to use her own words, couldn't tell the difference between a test tube and a Bunsen burner. She was, however, as tenacious an investigator as Grissom. It was put into use in a different area - tracking down counterfeiters and those persons who made threats against the President.
Nick had e-mailed Elisa a few times since returning to Vegas, but she hadn't replied. Nick took that to mean that Greg's condition was still the same. Now, though, he worried that Elisa had returned to Las Vegas as the bearer of bad news.
"Elisa," Nick called out as the three of them walked toward her. Her head turned toward them and she smiled, a real smile, one not tinged with worry.
"Nick. Good to see you again."
"What brings you by?"
"I'm just waiting for someone."
"How's Greg?" Sara asked quietly, worry evident in her voice.
Elisa smiled warmly. "He's fine. Out of the coma," she turned to Nick, "sorry I didn't e-mail you back, but I was busy with work and family."
Nick nodded in understanding. Before he could ask Elisa anything else, Sara's pager went off. Both he and Warrick turned to her.
"It's Brass. He wants us back at the scene - something came up."
The three said goodbye to Elisa and headed back to their car. Nick watched as she turned her gaze back to the lab, then straightened up and headed into the building, apparently in response to the person she had been waiting for.
* * * * *
"What the hell is that racket?" Catherine asked as she and the rest of the shift sat in the break room, waiting for assignments.
"Probably the new DNA lab tech I hired," Grissom replied.
"Please tell me this is not another blonde valley girl ditz like the last one," Catherine begged. "She may have had a B.S. in Chem from CalTech, but she was terrible."
Grissom shrugged. "She was Ecklie's choice, not mine."
"No, your choice was the guy from the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy and Science who refused to talk to anyone about anything - including the test results - and played Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D" endlessly," Warrick rebutted.
Grissom rolled his eyes. "Okay, yes, that was my fault," he said as he joined the team in heading down to the DNA lab, "but I think I finally got this right."
Catherine snorted, but limited her comments to: "Is that a punk rock version of 'Take Me Home, Country Roads'?"
Nick laughed. "Sounds like it to me."
The five entered the lab and stopped, four of them stunned to see the familiar form of Greg Sanders dancing around to the music with Elisa as his dance partner.
"So, think I made a good decision?" Grissom asked.