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[fugitivehamster]

Hodges is down in the bar, sipping coffee (no more of that sludge that's usually the only thing available in the breakroom--this is the good stuff, the kind he usually has to resort to stealing from Greg Sanders.)

He's discovered the library, and he's re-reading The Andromeda Strain at the moment. He's not making much progress, as he's feeling

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[gris_bug_man]

"Georgia, honey, please don't do that to your brother." Grissom gently moves her doll out of the way before turning back to feeding Keiran.

Grissom with two children. A curious sight, most likely.

[fugitivehamster]

Hodges is eyeing them. Cute kids, but...huh?

"Babysitting, boss?"

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom turns, an eyebrow on the rise. "They are my children, David. They enjoyed the toys you sent for them, though I believe the racecars are a bit small for Keiran." He seems perfectly comfortable in his surroundings.

[fugitivehamster]

He blinks helplessly. "No problem..."

He rubs his eyes. As helpful as it is to have some of his colleagues here for company, adjusting to this alternate-universe business is going to take some time.

"Uh--hey, Grissom?" he says weakly.