:Prologue:

When Does Tuesday Arrive on Thursday?

 

          “Are you the transfer from Boston?”

          Tuesday Haskle looked up from the Las Vegas paper at the man standing above her. “Mm? Mm. Mm Hm,” she murmured, studying him. The man looked to be about her age – twenty-eight – or a little older. He couldn’t be much older than thirty. He had dark hair and eyes and a square chin. He looked to be about five foot ten, maybe six feet tall. 

          She extended her hand. “Tuesday Haskle. You’re exactly right. I’m from Boston. I’m just waiting on Gil Grissom.” Her voice was musical and had a trace of a Bostonian accent.

          The man shook her hand. “Nick Stokes. CSI level three. Welcome to the Graveyard Shift.”

          He considered her. She had auburn colored hair and dark green, almost dark eyes. Even from her seat at the table, he could see that she was petite, and couldn’t be taller than five-six. Her features were very defined and she was very attractive.

          “You’re name is Tuesday?” he asked, sitting down across from her.

          Tuesday frowned dispite herself. Great, she thought. Why did I have to get stuck with the parents who love weird names? “You aren’t the first person to think it’s strange. No. You’re one of the many.”

          It was Nick’s turn to frown. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. No, I really like it. It’s different. It’s…beautiful.” Nick had never really thought about someone being named after a day of the week. It was odd, but at the same time very nice.

          “So, what brought you to Vegas?”

          Tuesday shrugged. “I guess I needed a change. Work in Boston was all parallel, and I was having major boyfriend problems. I had heard mixed things about Vegas, and finally I said ‘what the heck?’ and came out here. I haven’t been here long, and I applied for the position before I moved and I didn’t have confirmation until I got my held mail sent here from Boston. I’ve been so busy this week…oh, hopeful this will be a bit of relaxation.”

          Nick smiled. “Don’t count on it.”

          Tuesday cracked a half smile. “Of course. Desert must provide some pretty interesting cases.”

          “You bet.”

          “I think I read about one of the cases you solved while I was still in Boston. It was why I applied here.”

          “Which one?”

          “Mmmm… I don’t really recall. Oh, right. One about a woman who killed people to get blood. Does that ring a bell?” Tuesday scrunched her forehead up in thought.

          “Oh, that would be Gris’s case,” Nick said with a slight smile. “How about we see about getting him to see you?”

 

          “I hope you got in well, Miss Haskle,” Gil Grissom said looking though Tuesday’s files. “I see you’re a level three, like Nick here. Well, since you two are already aquatinted, I’ll put you on his team for the case he’s working on, with Catherine Willows.”

          Tuesday nodded. “Sounds great.”

          “Good.” Grissom took of his glasses. “I wouldn’t think you’d need any special training, do you?”

          Tuesday shook her head. “Just get me acquainted with the place, and I’m ready,” she said, grinning.

          Grissom smiled. “Okay Nick, she’s all yours.”

          The two left his office and he laughed softly. “This is the only time in my life that Tuesday arrived on Thursday.”