Victoria Johnson sat in the office waiting for her new boss, Gil Grissom, to come back. As soon as she had arrived in his office, they heard the shatter of breaking glass coming from the DNA lab. Grissom had rolled his eyes and said that he had better go make sure it wasn't something important and had gotten up and left.

Victoria got up and started to look at all of the specimens that Grissom had on shelves around his office. She didn't like bugs but she was okay with them if they were dead. If they moved at all she kept far away from them. For that reason she kept far away from Grissom's pet tarantula.

Grissom came back a few minutes later, looking annoyed.

"Anything important?" Victoria asked, smirking. Grissom rolled his eyes.

"Just a test tube." Grissom replied, sitting himself at his desk again. Victoria took the seat across from him again and folded her hands in her lap.

"Okay Victoria, everything seems good to go but I just need to ask you about one thing…"Grissom trailed off looking uncomfortable. Victoria cast her eyes down, avoiding his gaze.

"I don't want to talk about it." She stated, setting her jaw firmly. "I've already been to the psychiatrist at my old lab. One of the reasons I took this job in Vegas was to start over. It's hard enough knowing he's still out there…" Victoria's voice cracked and she took a deep breath to calm her self. She could feel her throat burning as she tried not to cry. She would NOT cry in front of her boss on the first day of her new job.

"I'm sorry." Grissom said and Victoria nodded. "If you'd like to go to the break room I'll be in there shortly with the assignments." She nodded again and stood up keeping her head down. Victoria made her way to the door and before she reached it she turned around, meeting Grissom's gaze from across the room.

"If you wouldn't…tell anyone…"

"It's not my place to tell anyone your business." Grissom said, and Veronica nodded again before escaping to the break room. She walked through the door and pulled open the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and drinking half of it before she realized she wasn't the only one in the room. She twisted the cap onto the bottle slowly and swallowed nervously.

"Thirsty?" A tall black man with green eyes was leaning against the counter drinking a coffee. Victoria met his laughing eyes and chuckled nervously.

"Warrick Brown." He stuck out a hand for her to shake and she shook it firmly.

"Victoria Johnson." She replied, letting go of Warrick's hand. "I'm the new CSI."

"Nick Stokes." Came the southern drawl from a brown eyed, short haired man sitting at the table. A blonde woman with blue eyes sitting next to Nick smiled.

"Catherine Willows. Nice to meet you." Victoria nodded at both of them.

"Nice to meet you guys. Grissom said he'll be here in a couple of minutes." Catherine nodded and Victoria smiled, turning around to pour herself a cup of coffee. She smiled as she inhaled the scent and took a sip. She turned around and walked over the table sitting across from Nick and Catherine. Warrick joined them a second later.

The door opened and a six foot tall, brown eyed, spiky and sandy haired man walked in, smiling brightly. He got himself a cup of coffee before joining everyone at the table, sitting at the head of the table to the left of Victoria. She raised an eyebrow when she saw the Marilyn Manson t-shirt he was sporting under his jacket.

"Marilyn Manson? Personally…his music gives me headaches. Plus he looks like a freak." Victoria stated before taking another sip of her coffee. The guy laughed and smiled at her.

"The fact that you even know who he is gives you props in my book. Greg Sanders." Greg stuck his hand out to her and she shook it, smiling back.

"Victoria Johnson. I'm the new CSI." Greg grinned and let go of her hand. Victoria immediately turned her attention back to her coffee.

"Where's Sara?" Nick suddenly asked.

"Right here." Said a female voice from the doorway. Victoria looked up from her mug and stared at the woman in the doorway. She was tall and thin and had brown hair and eyes. When she smiled she had a gap between her two front teeth.

"This is Victoria Johnson, the new CSI." Greg stated, putting a hand on Victoria's shoulder. She immediately tensed up. Greg noticed and dropped his hand with a confused look on his face but Victoria didn't look at him. It had taken her long enough to be comfortable in the same room as a man, and the most comfortable she could be with them now was a handshake. As she turned to Sara she could feel Greg's gaze on the back of her head.

"I'm Sara Sidle. It's nice to meet you. It's about time we got another female CSI around here." Sara said, coming to sit between Warrick and Victoria.

Victoria chuckled and got up to wash her now empty cup. She turned around and leaned on the counter as Grissom came into the room with the assignments. He gave everyone their cases and then told Victoria and Greg that they would be working with him. They had a dead body in a motel off the strip.

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"Alright Victoria, this counts as your proficiency so do a good job." Grissom said from the front seat as they arrived at the crime scene. Greg was in the passenger seat and Victoria sat in the back. She smirked and grabbed her kit, climbing out of the Tahoe. The drop was a little high for her five-foot-two frame so she stumbled a little as she hit the ground. Greg, having just climbed out of the car right before her, steadied her with a hand on her arm.

"You okay?" Greg asked, still gripping Victoria's elbow.

"Um, yeah, fine." Victoria replied pulling her arm away quickly, not looking at Greg. "Thanks."

"Sure…" Greg mumbled. Victoria could feel his gaze on her again but she refused to look at him.

She quickly walked over to the crime scene tape and ducked under it, leaving a very confused Greg behind her.

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Hours later they were finished with the case. It had turned out to be a suicide but they had a hard time tracking down the family to inform them. Grissom had said that she passed her proficiency with perfect results. Victoria was currently in the locker room getting ready to go home for the night when Nick and Warrick came in.

"Hey Victoria! How was your first night?" Warrick asked as he opened his locker. Nick walked to his locker behind Victoria.

"Pretty good. Grissom said I did good." Victoria shrugged and slipped on her converse. Nick smiled and patted Victoria on the shoulder, but quickly removed his hand when she jumped up off the bench. She stumbled as she did so and banged her head on her locker door.

"Ow!" She cried out, slumping to a sitting position against the lockers, clutching her now throbbing head.

"Whoa! You okay Victoria?" Nick asked worriedly, hopping over the bench and crouching next to her.

"Um, yeah, you just scared me…sorry." Victoria mumbled and rubbed her head, the blush creeping up on her cheeks. Warrick rummaged in his locker and came out with a couple of Tylonel, and Victoria took them gladly. She swallowed them dry and stood up.

"Thanks...So I guess I'll see you guys later then." Victoria said and quickly closed her locker and walked out the door, knowing that Nick and Warrick would be talking about her. Once she made it out of the building and to her car she broke down. She put her head in her hands and cried.

She thought she was ready to come back to work. She thought she could handle being around men that weren't her family. She thought she could forget about it and move on.

She was wrong.

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