Open Lab (October 11)

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom opens the Sociology labs, and is messing around with a jar that may or may not have something dead floating in it.

He has a display up of various forensic tools for clarifying audio recordings, used by investigators to analyze the materials. These devices can filter out extraneous noise and pick up on background sounds and voices that may be otherwise obscured to the naked ear. Students may borrow the equipment for experimentation purposes with his permission, and he can further explain their uses if they have questions.

He is also eating donuts from one of his students, and boy, are they delicious. He may be willing to share.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker looks embarassed. "Just that Rogue and I are the ones coming on to you, trying to distract you. Not the other way around. And the book was my idea, so don't blame Rogue. You really were a complete gentleman. The poetry wasn't even creepy. And usually I'm not one for poetry."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Ummm..." Grissom looks up, and wishes he was still in Vegas so his tan was a bit darker and Parker couldn't see him blush. "You... right, right. That makes sense, I guess. And I recall you saying something about Byron. Lord, that's embarassing. I am still very sorry, Parker, really, for my behavior with you and Rogue. That must have been awful, to try and have to... I'm sorry."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Laughing, Parker shakes her head. "No, it was fine, honest. Rogue was just embarassed that you didn't bite. 'Awful' was Coach Ash, but since he wasn't hitting on me when the pheromones wore off, I'm letting him live." She grins at him, and then rolls her eyes. "Look, I'm trying to let you off the hook here. Jump off and deal, okay?"

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom gives her a funny look. Apologetic, daffy teen girls, he doesn't understand. This type of woman he does much better with. He bites back a sigh of relief.

"Coach Ash, you say? Always seemed like a perfect gentleman to me," Grissom jokes. "Point taken, I know when to shut up when it's good for me. And Parker... I owe you one. I have no doubt that you'll call me on that, please do so."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Gentleman. Riiiiight. And I'm the Queen of Romania."

Parker smirks, fiddling with the pens on his desk. "And you're right, I probably will call that favor in. Someday. But no worries, said favor won't be awful, whatever it is." She turns to go. "You're pretty cool for an old guy, Doctor. I'll talk to you later."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom snorts at her Queen of Romania bit.

"Cool? That's a new one. Take care, Miss Parker, have a nice day, and thank you again."