So I love both CSI and Criminal Minds and I couldn't decide which Tv show i wanted to do a fanfic on so i decided to just make a Crossover.
It's been 1 day, 13 hours, and 42 minutes since I've had sleep. Greg keeps telling me to lay down on the couch in the break room, but i have to catch this punk. If that means I have to de-pry myself from sleep and live off of energy drinks, so be it. I can feel Greg's eyes on me, worried that i will work myself to death.
"I'm fine Greg." I say before can open his mouth. Even thoughI wasn't looking at him I know that he's frowning. "You need sleep Juliet, if your dad was here…" Again with my father. My dad, Gil Grissom, was the night shift supervisor until he retired a few months ago. "Well he's not here, isn't he?" I snapped. I didn't mean to snap, I've just been really irritable lately (Gee I wonder why) and his nagging isn't helping my mood. I know he cares a lot for me so I should consider myself lucky.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Just please don't talk about my dad right now, I'm not in the mood." I said. I turned my attention back to the file in front of me and began to read it for the hundredth time (And yes thats the accurate amount, I'm keeping track). I felt Greg's hands on my shoulders, reading over my shoulder. "It's fine, I'm used to it." I rolled my eyes and turned my neck to look him in the eyes. "Do you mind?" I asked, indicating him standing over me. He let go of my shoulders and backed up with his hands up. I exhaled a laugh.
"Besides, you'll have to take a break in a minute anyways." he said in a matter of fact tone of voice. "Says who?" I gave him a 'excuse me?' look and crossed my arms, waiting for a response. Greg knows I hate being told I have to take a break when I'm working on a case. "Langston assigned us to get the profilers up to speed on the case. Remember?" Honestly I forgot all about the FBI coming until he mentioned it. I don't particularly like working with them, they make me feel inferior. I was a temp for a girl a few years back as a case manager for an FBI database in Quantico. I'll admit it was pretty cool and all, but I was always afraid I would make a mistake. Besides, being a CSI is the perfect fit of me.
"We should get going to the conference room then." I said and we left the lab. As we walked down the hall I took the time to rant, "I really do think that we can solve this case without involving the FBI. We never had them involved before so why start now? See for instance we're wasting time explaining the case to them when we could be working on finding Dr. Jekyll right now." I stopped suddenly, realizing for the first time that I was in the conference room, totally dissing the FBI. I was about to apologize until I saw a group of very familiar faces. "Oh mother balls." slipped out of my mouth before I can catch myself.
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