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Random Thoughts
Twelve
Warrick smiled at Emily “Alright, now don’t be afraid to hit me…this is supposed to be therapeutical…” he said, throwing his boxing gloves in the air.
Emily nodded, Warrick cleared his throat as he turned to Nick, who was watching from the outfield of the boxing ring “As my witness, I’m saying that DID kick my ass, and I did not let her win cause she’s a girl!” he said.
Nick nodded “Gotcha!” he said, ringing on “…now get it on!” he yelled.
The teenager and the giant man danced around each other before Emily took the first hit, popping Warrick’s jaw.
“OW…fucking hurt!” he yelled, shaking it off as he took a hit at Emily, but she was too fast.
Nick chuckled like a school girl as he watched the fight break out, Emily was kicking Warrick Brown’s ass left and right.
Warrick was lucky to get one hit off of her.
“Float like a Butterfly, sting like a Bee…c’mon, Emily…take him down!” Nick yelled, leaning against the boxing rails.
Warrick sighed, waiting for Emily to lounge forward so he could grab her and throw Emily over his shoulder.
Nick didn’t know what to say as Emily just dangled over Warrick’s broad shoulder, giggling to herself.
“Does this mean I win?” Warrick asked.
Emily didn’t stop giggling as she gave him a playful punch to the face, Warrick smirked as he put her down.
Perfect timing since both Nick and Warrick’s beepers went off, Emily sighed as they looked at each other and sighed.
“We can’t drop you off at the lab, we gotta go straight to the scene…” Nick said, grabbing his jacket.
Warrick shrugged his shoulders “We’ll call somebody, okay?” he asked, hugging Emily before leaving the fighting ring.
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Emily was messing with a kicking box when the fighting ring door opened, she stopped for a moment to see who walked in.
The tall, adorkable boy, Greg Sanders, walked in the ring with his Puma jacket, blue jeans, and loved Nike shoes.
Greg smiled “…are you ready to go?” he asked.
Emily just glared at Greg as he waited for her to respond, before grabbing her bag and walking to the front door.
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It was silent in Greg’s car as he drove Emily home, it was strange for the both of them since Nick or Warrick used to drive her home.
Greg cleared his throat “So…can you still not talk?” he asked awkwardly.
“…no…” Emily said.
Greg turned to Emily “So you can talk?” he asked.
“…sorta…” Emily muttered.
Greg smirked “What do you mean ‘sorta’…you can talk or you can’t…” he said, looking at Emily.
Emily sighed “I-can-talk-but-I’m-embarrassed-of-my-sentence-spacing…” she said, her sentence was long and drawn out, like somebody with a speech impediment.
“Oh…well that’s okay, cause you’ll be talking like normal soon…” Greg said, trying to cheer her up.
Emily shrugged her shoulders as she looked out of the window of the car, this was awkward, neither of them had said anything to each other since Emily punched Greg in the nose 2 weeks ago.
Greg didn’t say anything more to Emily as he drove to Emily and Grissom’s house, the both of them felt weird knowing that Greg knew where Grissom lived.
The car pulled up to the house, Emily sighed as she grabbed her bag and opened the car door, they glanced at each other for a moment as Emily smiled.
“I’ll see you around…” she said, without her impediment.
Emily got out of the car and walked to her front door with her house key, Greg just smiled as he watched her go safely inside the house.
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It had been several months, Emily had gotten everything back together as she enjoyed her week off from exemptions from her finals.
Emily walked into the lab on a sunny Thursday morning as Greg got his first cup of coffee going while he watched Emily walk into the DNA Lab.
“I just wanna say, that you being here at 8 in the morning…if just plain wrong on so many levels!” Greg said.
Emily laughed as she put her purse down and sat next to Greg “Good for you Greg, now…what are we doing today?” she asked.
“You wanna help me finish Ecklie’s one million DNA swabs?” Greg asked.
Emily nodded “Yeah, sure…” she said.
It hadn’t been 10 minutes after Emily got there that she witness Gil Grissom have a serious meltdown in front of her.
“I hear you’re backlogged!” Grissom said.
Greg gave Grissom a look of shock “I’ve got twenty ‘unknowns’ from some drug shoot out. FBI special request. Sheriff told me to clear it off my counter before I do anything else!” he said.
Grissom looked at the files and samples on the counter next to Emily “These?” Grissom asked.
Greg nodded “Yeah, You can almost smell Quantico, you know?” he said, making a harmless comment.
Emily and Greg both watched as Grissom grabbed every file and sample from Greg’s counter and put them on a cart then proceeded to push the cart out of the lab where everyone stopped and stared.
Grissom glared at Greg “There, now they’re off your desk!” he said.
Greg just nodded, scared as he looked at Grissom, Emily couldn’t bother look away from the scene her father was making.
“Zachary Anderson, DOB 01-23-01. Date of death, three hours ago. Until we find out how and why,” Grissom said, slamming blood samples and files on his cabinet “…this is the only case you work on!” he demanded.
Greg nodded “Yes, sir…” he said, scared of what was going on with Grissom, Emily nor Greg had ever seen him like this before.
Grissom left the lab, Greg and Emily looked at each other scared for their lives “What the hell was that?” Greg asked.
Emily shook her head “I don’t know, Greg…” she said, getting up from her seat and followed Grissom.
“Dad…dad…dad…GRISSOM!” Emily said, following Grissom who didn’t listen until her heard ‘Grissom’.
Grissom turned around “What?” he said in a harsh tone.
“What the hell is going on??” she asked, almost in the same harsh tone Grissom gave her.
“None of your business!!” Grissom said, almost attacking her with his words.
Emily gasped “Yeah, it is…because when Greg Sanders and I both become concerned for OUR safety with YOUR actions…it does become my business!!” she hissed.
“GRISSOM!” Ecklie yelled, walking down the hallway.
Both Emily and Grissom turned to Ecklie which made Ecklie roll his eyes “The fact that both of you responded to that makes me a little happy inside…what’s going on?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“Father-Daughter conversation, piss off Ecklie!” Emily spat at Ecklie, who wasn’t going to argue with that as he turned around and walked away.
Nick and Sara had witnessed the whole thing, Sara’s jaw was on the floor as Ecklie walked the other way.
“The fact that he actually walked off…worried me!” Nick remarked.
Sara nodded “Ditto.”
Grissom glared at Emily “Like I said, Emily, it’s none of your business!”
Emily spat, crossing her arms, getting defensive as she shook her head “Y’know what, Gil Grissom? This is definitely a FAIL in the Fatherhood book! I hope you’re happy!” she hissed as she walked back towards the DNA Lab.
The lab door violently opened wide, actually hitting the wall as Emily walked back inside.
Emily nodded, Warrick cleared his throat as he turned to Nick, who was watching from the outfield of the boxing ring “As my witness, I’m saying that DID kick my ass, and I did not let her win cause she’s a girl!” he said.
Nick nodded “Gotcha!” he said, ringing on “…now get it on!” he yelled.
The teenager and the giant man danced around each other before Emily took the first hit, popping Warrick’s jaw.
“OW…fucking hurt!” he yelled, shaking it off as he took a hit at Emily, but she was too fast.
Nick chuckled like a school girl as he watched the fight break out, Emily was kicking Warrick Brown’s ass left and right.
Warrick was lucky to get one hit off of her.
“Float like a Butterfly, sting like a Bee…c’mon, Emily…take him down!” Nick yelled, leaning against the boxing rails.
Warrick sighed, waiting for Emily to lounge forward so he could grab her and throw Emily over his shoulder.
Nick didn’t know what to say as Emily just dangled over Warrick’s broad shoulder, giggling to herself.
“Does this mean I win?” Warrick asked.
Emily didn’t stop giggling as she gave him a playful punch to the face, Warrick smirked as he put her down.
Perfect timing since both Nick and Warrick’s beepers went off, Emily sighed as they looked at each other and sighed.
“We can’t drop you off at the lab, we gotta go straight to the scene…” Nick said, grabbing his jacket.
Warrick shrugged his shoulders “We’ll call somebody, okay?” he asked, hugging Emily before leaving the fighting ring.
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Emily was messing with a kicking box when the fighting ring door opened, she stopped for a moment to see who walked in.
The tall, adorkable boy, Greg Sanders, walked in the ring with his Puma jacket, blue jeans, and loved Nike shoes.
Greg smiled “…are you ready to go?” he asked.
Emily just glared at Greg as he waited for her to respond, before grabbing her bag and walking to the front door.
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It was silent in Greg’s car as he drove Emily home, it was strange for the both of them since Nick or Warrick used to drive her home.
Greg cleared his throat “So…can you still not talk?” he asked awkwardly.
“…no…” Emily said.
Greg turned to Emily “So you can talk?” he asked.
“…sorta…” Emily muttered.
Greg smirked “What do you mean ‘sorta’…you can talk or you can’t…” he said, looking at Emily.
Emily sighed “I-can-talk-but-I’m-embarrassed-of-my-sentence-spacing…” she said, her sentence was long and drawn out, like somebody with a speech impediment.
“Oh…well that’s okay, cause you’ll be talking like normal soon…” Greg said, trying to cheer her up.
Emily shrugged her shoulders as she looked out of the window of the car, this was awkward, neither of them had said anything to each other since Emily punched Greg in the nose 2 weeks ago.
Greg didn’t say anything more to Emily as he drove to Emily and Grissom’s house, the both of them felt weird knowing that Greg knew where Grissom lived.
The car pulled up to the house, Emily sighed as she grabbed her bag and opened the car door, they glanced at each other for a moment as Emily smiled.
“I’ll see you around…” she said, without her impediment.
Emily got out of the car and walked to her front door with her house key, Greg just smiled as he watched her go safely inside the house.
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It had been several months, Emily had gotten everything back together as she enjoyed her week off from exemptions from her finals.
Emily walked into the lab on a sunny Thursday morning as Greg got his first cup of coffee going while he watched Emily walk into the DNA Lab.
“I just wanna say, that you being here at 8 in the morning…if just plain wrong on so many levels!” Greg said.
Emily laughed as she put her purse down and sat next to Greg “Good for you Greg, now…what are we doing today?” she asked.
“You wanna help me finish Ecklie’s one million DNA swabs?” Greg asked.
Emily nodded “Yeah, sure…” she said.
It hadn’t been 10 minutes after Emily got there that she witness Gil Grissom have a serious meltdown in front of her.
“I hear you’re backlogged!” Grissom said.
Greg gave Grissom a look of shock “I’ve got twenty ‘unknowns’ from some drug shoot out. FBI special request. Sheriff told me to clear it off my counter before I do anything else!” he said.
Grissom looked at the files and samples on the counter next to Emily “These?” Grissom asked.
Greg nodded “Yeah, You can almost smell Quantico, you know?” he said, making a harmless comment.
Emily and Greg both watched as Grissom grabbed every file and sample from Greg’s counter and put them on a cart then proceeded to push the cart out of the lab where everyone stopped and stared.
Grissom glared at Greg “There, now they’re off your desk!” he said.
Greg just nodded, scared as he looked at Grissom, Emily couldn’t bother look away from the scene her father was making.
“Zachary Anderson, DOB 01-23-01. Date of death, three hours ago. Until we find out how and why,” Grissom said, slamming blood samples and files on his cabinet “…this is the only case you work on!” he demanded.
Greg nodded “Yes, sir…” he said, scared of what was going on with Grissom, Emily nor Greg had ever seen him like this before.
Grissom left the lab, Greg and Emily looked at each other scared for their lives “What the hell was that?” Greg asked.
Emily shook her head “I don’t know, Greg…” she said, getting up from her seat and followed Grissom.
“Dad…dad…dad…GRISSOM!” Emily said, following Grissom who didn’t listen until her heard ‘Grissom’.
Grissom turned around “What?” he said in a harsh tone.
“What the hell is going on??” she asked, almost in the same harsh tone Grissom gave her.
“None of your business!!” Grissom said, almost attacking her with his words.
Emily gasped “Yeah, it is…because when Greg Sanders and I both become concerned for OUR safety with YOUR actions…it does become my business!!” she hissed.
“GRISSOM!” Ecklie yelled, walking down the hallway.
Both Emily and Grissom turned to Ecklie which made Ecklie roll his eyes “The fact that both of you responded to that makes me a little happy inside…what’s going on?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“Father-Daughter conversation, piss off Ecklie!” Emily spat at Ecklie, who wasn’t going to argue with that as he turned around and walked away.
Nick and Sara had witnessed the whole thing, Sara’s jaw was on the floor as Ecklie walked the other way.
“The fact that he actually walked off…worried me!” Nick remarked.
Sara nodded “Ditto.”
Grissom glared at Emily “Like I said, Emily, it’s none of your business!”
Emily spat, crossing her arms, getting defensive as she shook her head “Y’know what, Gil Grissom? This is definitely a FAIL in the Fatherhood book! I hope you’re happy!” she hissed as she walked back towards the DNA Lab.
The lab door violently opened wide, actually hitting the wall as Emily walked back inside.