Grissom went in search of Greg, he was the only one not to touch base yet on the case he was working on. He approached the layout room to find Greg doing the second to worse task that all CSI's dreaded. He was sifting through vacuum cleaner debris. Greg should be just about out of his mind with that tedious task, if he wasn't sneezing his head off.
"Any luck yet, Greg?" Grissom genuinely felt for him. He had done his fair share of dust sorting in his day, and his dumpster runs, and the list went on and on. But even seasoned investigators still had to pull these kinds of duties, Grissom was mostly excused from these unless he felt nostalgic enough to dive back in.
"I've got 27 pieces of popcorn, 4 red fibres, 2 bits of white paper, 1 silver earring backing, an infinite mass of gray fluff, and-" He paused, wrinkling his nose before turning away and shielding his face with his arm as he sneezed out loud. "And 12 sneezes." He added, his nose still wrinkled as he smiled grimly at Grissom.
Grissom smiled at the inventory of the vacuum bag. He tossed Greg another face mask from the stack. "Sometimes it helps if you double mask. Pollen and dander are the sneakiest things. They can find their way through a single mask. We wouldn't want you to end up with black lung."
Grissom examined the sorting dishes. "I think you can eliminate the popcorn bits, but send the rest to Trace. Where was this bag used? Car, house, boat, office?" He was curious, because he'd temporarily forgotten what case Greg was working on. Must be stress related amnesia.
"Apartment building. The vic's place, his name is Terry Johnson or something, found shot in his living room and the whole place was cleaned up but the vacuum bag was left at the scene, maybe by the killer. What kind of person would go through all the trouble to clean up, but leave the evidence there? Or maybe it wasn't the killer. Maybe I'm just getting ahead of myself." Greg sighed and brought his hand to his forehead.
"I'm sorry, Griss. I've just been at this way too long." He said finally, removing his hand and looking back up at Grissom apologetically.
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"Any luck yet, Greg?" Grissom genuinely felt for him. He had done his fair share of dust sorting in his day, and his dumpster runs, and the list went on and on. But even seasoned investigators still had to pull these kinds of duties, Grissom was mostly excused from these unless he felt nostalgic enough to dive back in.
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Grissom examined the sorting dishes. "I think you can eliminate the popcorn bits, but send the rest to Trace. Where was this bag used? Car, house, boat, office?" He was curious, because he'd temporarily forgotten what case Greg was working on. Must be stress related amnesia.
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"I'm sorry, Griss. I've just been at this way too long." He said finally, removing his hand and looking back up at Grissom apologetically.
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