"...Grissom...I need to talk to Grissom."
Jim flung open his office door and charged down the hall, the photographs clutched in his fist. He glanced into Grissom's office, but the supervisor wasn't in there, so he started off towards the break room. Grissom was a workaholic, sure (look who's talking!) but he did drink coffee, and he was in the
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