Itty bitty ficcy inspired by a lot of channel flipping last night:
“Gil, who’s this?” Coroner Robinson shifted on his crutch to hold out his hand to the dark haired young woman.
”She’s your new assistant; I thought you and David could use some help. Say hello to Tru Davies.”
(I was so tired last night and flipping so often that at one point I was surprised because the corpses weren't talking to Grissom!)
“Gil, who’s this?” Coroner Robinson shifted on his crutch to hold out his hand to the dark haired young woman.
”She’s your new assistant; I thought you and David could use some help. Say hello to Tru Davies.”
(I was so tired last night and flipping so often that at one point I was surprised because the corpses weren't talking to Grissom!)