not relevant to anything, really
Who: 
csi_nick_stokes
Where: An alternate dimension! [insert Twilight Zone music here]
Brought to you by: The bored minds of Rach and Daniella, and the letter Q.
Greg winced a bit. Being here, in a highschool, even though it wasn't specifically his old highschool, it brought back some awkward memories. All highschools were the same, when you got down to it, the faces may vary, but they all held the same people. The same horrible stereotypes, it was sad, but they all applied. At least they had in Greg's case. He had had his own friends, but was never the most popular of kids. He had even seen his own fair share of bullying. But this, well, this was looking like bullying in it's most extreme form.
He snapped a few photographs of the victim's locker, the word 'faggot' drawn on in thick permenant marker, before packing up the prints he had lifted and trudging back to the guys change room, where the body of 11th grader Brian Thomson had been found. He ducked under the yellow tape and immediately came face to face with Grissom. His boss told him that Brass had some of the vic's teachers lined up for questioning and that he had to get going, another case just popped up. Greg would be fielding this one for a while, until Sara or Warrick showed up.
When he found Brass, the detective told him that only one of the vic's teachers was on his prep right now, a Mr. Nick Stokes, Chemistry, and directed him to the man's classroom. Mentally preparing himself, and trying not to think about all the times he had the word 'faggot' written on his own locker when he was in highschool, Greg entered the chem lab.
"Hey there. I'm Greg Sanders, I'm with the crime lab. I'm going to need to ask you a few questions about Brian."
csi_nick_stokes
Where: An alternate dimension! [insert Twilight Zone music here]
Brought to you by: The bored minds of Rach and Daniella, and the letter Q.
Greg winced a bit. Being here, in a highschool, even though it wasn't specifically his old highschool, it brought back some awkward memories. All highschools were the same, when you got down to it, the faces may vary, but they all held the same people. The same horrible stereotypes, it was sad, but they all applied. At least they had in Greg's case. He had had his own friends, but was never the most popular of kids. He had even seen his own fair share of bullying. But this, well, this was looking like bullying in it's most extreme form.
He snapped a few photographs of the victim's locker, the word 'faggot' drawn on in thick permenant marker, before packing up the prints he had lifted and trudging back to the guys change room, where the body of 11th grader Brian Thomson had been found. He ducked under the yellow tape and immediately came face to face with Grissom. His boss told him that Brass had some of the vic's teachers lined up for questioning and that he had to get going, another case just popped up. Greg would be fielding this one for a while, until Sara or Warrick showed up.
When he found Brass, the detective told him that only one of the vic's teachers was on his prep right now, a Mr. Nick Stokes, Chemistry, and directed him to the man's classroom. Mentally preparing himself, and trying not to think about all the times he had the word 'faggot' written on his own locker when he was in highschool, Greg entered the chem lab.
"Hey there. I'm Greg Sanders, I'm with the crime lab. I'm going to need to ask you a few questions about Brian."