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When Danny first came up with this plan, he figured he'd have to get outside help for the destruction of property (not that he phrased it that way, but called it a 'upturning of the status quo' when he'd talked to Chris), but as much as he tries to recreate the crime-kit he brings to scenes, it's definitely not the same and Steve the Science Guy can only help so far. He needs some actual help when it comes to thinks like blacklights and print-grabbing.

Danny figures there's no harm in swinging by the lab. He'd do this at home all the time and he really should be keeping his relationship with them open in the event anything does go down again. It's why he's got a couple of donuts in hand with coffee when he knocks on the door that the lab and clinic splits. "Hey, anybody home," he jokes, heading straight for Nick (Nick? He thinks it's Nick, he just signed up for baseball) and offering out the food.

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"Yes, sir," Nick said, looking up from his desk, where he was doing paperwork -- seriously, a place without crime and he still felt like he was always filling out reports -- to see Danny coming in.

"You know, that bakery was one of the best things that's ever happened to this place," he pointed out, eyeing the box of donuts. Sure, electricity and running water were great, but the bakery was pretty important, too.

"It's what I say every time I work there," Danny says, sure of that much. He might have to start bringing these by once in a while because it really never hurts to have a lab-tech on your side. Kono could tell him that much with Charlie Fong. "So, should I jump into the part where I ask you for a favor or do you want to enjoy your coffee and donut first?"

Nick grabbed one of the donuts from the box and took a bite out of it as Danny talked. "Jump right to the favor part," he said, after swallowing the mouthful of food. "I can multitask. Besides, it's been way too long since anyone's needed a favor that I can help out on." Mostly, it was just people asking for new drugs or treatments or experiments, which were not quite Nick's area of expertise.

Danny appreciates a man who can get right down to business. He hooks one of the nearby stools with his ankle, dragging it over so he can perch on it while they talk. "I'm training a girl, here, giving her the basics of a police academy and we're getting to the point of evaluating a crime scene. I've got someone to make me a mess, but I'm lacking the necessary equipment to do the rest. Fingerprints, evidence bags, you know. The fun stuff."

Nick brushed the crumbs from his hands and beamed, rather like a kid who'd just been offered some very, very fancy toy.

"Well, you have certainly come to talk to the right guy," he said. "We've got some of the basic lab equipment here, but I think I've got something even better." Nick leaned down, reaching for the forensics kit he'd received after the winter ended, and set it down on the table, opening the lid to show Danny what was inside. "Behold, the only forensics kit on the island. This should do the trick."

Danny peers inside to the kit, giving a small noise of approval. "This definitely looks a lot better than feather dusters and old vacuum bags." He glances up to Nick, offering a roll of his eyes. "Long story," he says dismissively. "Long, boring, Super-Science story. Do you think I could borrow this for a day? Or, better yet, have you come and give a sort of guest-lecture in the field?"

Nick arched an eyebrow and made a mental note to ask about that story. He liked long, boring, Super-Science stories. That's why he was a CSI, after all.

"You're more than welcome to borrow it," he said, "But I wouldn't mind stopping by and chatting with your trainee. It's always good to be out of the lab. I miss the field work, to tell you the truth." Didn't miss the murders and the danger, but he sure missed getting out there in the dirt and putting clues together.

Danny waits a second, gauging the timing of the next question. "If you're that bored, I got something else for you. I mean, second verse is the same as the first," he warns. "But I'd like to offer a preliminary week-long course in the differences between policework at home and here. One of those courses is..." he gestures to Nick, as if he could guess. "I think you'll agree that a crime scene here isn't exactly the same as back home."

"You know, I'd been thinking of gauging interest for some kind of class," Nick said thoughtfully. "Would be nice to have more people around who can do the basics, at least." It was contingency planning in a way; Nick knew that no matter what he wanted, that he probably would not be on the island forever, and it would sure be nice to know that he'd left behind someone who could handle things in the forensics area of the lab. "I think it sounds like a great idea. It's definitely worlds different than back home -- aside from the lack of technology, the crime scenes themselves are just... not the same, really." Less dead hookers, more mutilated bodies dragged from other dimensions, mostly. "I'd be glad to help out, any way I can, man."

"I've got to have a couple of meetings with the worse half," Danny admits, smirking as he refers to Steve, gesturing outwardly, "You know, make sure that the Council approves, audits, and likes the syllabus, but I don't think there's anyone better to teach than you," he says. "I mean, you're the expert."

"Good thing none of my coworkers from home are around to hear you say that," Nick said with a laugh. "I don't think I'd ever live it down."

In truth, he almost wished they were around, so they could see what he'd made out of his life, so they could see that he'd done his best to make them all proud.

"What, that you're the expert?" Danny asks, faintly bemused. "Or the part where you're the best guy I know to ask. Is there some kind of competition you've got with them? Should I be worried that you're secretly insecure about your skills?"

"That I'm the expert, I guess," Nick said. "I wasn't really the kind of guy at home who'd go after opportunities like this. I just did my job." He'd heard things were different back home, for the version of himself that didn't wind up on the island. "But." He shrugged. "Different place, different life. I'm not going to complain."

Danny wishes that he could sympathize, but he'd always been looking for a way to excel at the job. Hell, he took on what he could, where he could, but that's also a big part of why his marriage fell apart. He put work before his family and that's his burden to live with. "We're glad to have you," Danny says, hitching up the kit and sliding it back over. "So, when are you free? I definitely think Kate could benefit from your knowledge."

Nick slid the case back into its storage place. "I don't have much by way of a set schedule around here," he said, "so I'm pretty much good for whenever you want to do this thing." It was nice, being able to determine his own days and how he spent his time, but he had to admit that he loved the idea of getting back out in the field, so to speak, and teaching others exactly what it was that he loved so much about his job.

"Sounds good to me," Danny says, already feeling a lot more optimistic about the plans than he did when he woke up this morning. "I'll see when Kate's got time in her schedule and we'll make a date of it."

"Excallent," Nick said, smiling broadly. "I'm looking forward to working with you. This sounds like it will be a lot of fun... from a purely educational standpoint." He was excited about the opportunity already and couldn't wait to start coming up with ideas and scenarios to run past Kate. "The donuts helped the offer, though, not gonna lie."

"Hey, I've been in law enforcement for over a decade," Danny says with a smooth grin, pleased that his gut feeling had been right. "I know what gets a man on your side."

Nick laughed and eyed the box of donuts. "Man, I can already tell I'm going to like working with you." If only the majority of the LVPD had been so accommodating. A lot could be accomplished with a box of snacks and a hopeful question or two.

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