Disclaimer: Not mine. Pity
A/N- This story is the product of my good friend Kels!e's very scary mind. She issued me a challege and the requirements were the phrases
"How did you manage to fall over your dog?"
and
"I know but it just tasted soooo good!"
had to be used and also
Cavemen
and
Grape juice
Had to come up somehow.
A/N 2- I intend to continue this story so I would appreciate it if you review you included 2 objects and 2 phrases to be used in a future chapter. Thanks a bunch.
-Anonymous Skeleton
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"Are you serious Greg? You ate a 2 foot hot dog?"
Sara's eyebrows shot into her hairline. When she had encountered Greg going into the building she had not expected that to be the reason for his skipping and exuberant smile.
"That much hot dog to eat at once…"
She shuddered. Slightly disgusted at even the idea of that much hot dog sitting on a plate.
"I know but it just tasted soooo good!"
As they turned into the break room they fell silent. The full team was there and Grissom had assignments.
"Catherine you and Warrick have a B&E over at 18 Lillian Street, Sara and Greg you have a decomp at a house at the edge of town and Nick your still on the rape from last night."
He paused drawing in a breath before finishing his statement.
"Any questions? No? Alright then I'll be in my office."
With a collective sigh five bodies lifted themselves from the table and got to work.
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Grissom jumped slightly when his phone started to ring. Reaching over his pile of finished paperwork he grabbed it, flipping the cover up and hitting the talk button all in one smooth motion.
"Grissom"
Sara shifted her weight nervously from one foot to another. As usual wear ever Greg was something interesting happened. This case was no exception.
"Hey it's Sara. We have a slight problem over here."
His eyes narrowed. It couldn't be good for Sara to call him with an issue. If it were Greg or even Nick he wouldn't be surprised but it wasn't Greg or Nick. And that usually meant something bad.
"What kind of problem?"
"Well when we got out to our crime scene we identified the decomposing body within minutes. Her name is Rosemary Floyd. Eighty-three years old, died in bed and rotted there…"
Her voice trailed off
"Sara the problem please."
"Ok well I sent Greg out behind the house to see if anything looked amiss and apparently this old lady was paranoid."
"Exactly how paranoid are we talking here?"
"Well… She had a pit filled with grape juice and covered by a rug right inside her fence. Greg didn't know and now he's stuck twenty feet down up to his knees in grape juice."
Her last sentence came out in a rush. Early on in life she had learned that being the bearer of bad news was never, ever good.
Grissom's mouth fell open. In all his years he had seen paranoid people in all shapes and sizes, many of them had dug pits for various reasons but grape juice? That was definitely a new one.
"I'll be out there in a few minutes. Just"
He paused. What do you say in a situation like this?
"Just keep trying to get him out."
Sara had had to plug one ear with her finger so she could hear his voice over Greg's singing from down below.
"Ok Griss. "
Turning back to the pit she stuck her head over the edge so she could see Greg at the bottom.
"Hey Greg."
"Oh I'm stuck in a hole, a hole, a hole.
Oh I'm stuck in a hole todaaaaaay."
"Greg!"
"It's a great big gloopy, green, and grimy hole
But it's a hole just the saaaaaame."
"GREG!"
Sara watched in part amusement, part pity as her voice finally registered to him. He turned to her with his hands over his ears to block the remnants of her shout that were still bouncing around down there.
"No need to make it echo!"
He called up
"You could have just said 'excuse me Greg' or 'Greg please stop your beautiful singing because I have something to tell you and then after I tell you my news I would love it if you would continue producing that amazing sound.'"
Sara rolled her eyes. He wasn't to traumatized by being stuck in a pit if he were still able to crack jokes. Well I think that was a joke. At this point she didn't really care.
"I called Grissom. He's on his way."
"Ok."
She turned away Greg already continuing his tune.
"…Oh I'm stuck in a hole todaaaaaay…"
Dear god she was going to kill him if he ever got out.
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When Grissom arrived he found her lying out on the hood of the labs van with her hands over her ear. God, she looks so good lying there... No bad Gil. Don't go there, down boy. As soon as he opened his door he found out why she was attempting to block all sound.
"But it's a hole just the saaaaaame.
I saw a man down here.
He was drinking a beer
Then he saw meeeeee
And said how did you manage to fall over your dog!
And I said I thought it was a froooooog!
Oh I'm stuck in a hole, a hole, a hole.
Oh I'm stuck in a hole todaaaaaay."
He walked over to Sara touching her shoulder gently to get her attention. When she opened her eyes he voiced his first question.
"He is a really bad singer."
"You have no idea."
"Has he been doing this the whole time?"
"God help him yes."
"Lets get him out."
2 Hours and 18 Minutes later…"Greg, from now on your on a diet."
Greg's face morphed into a mask of indignation.
"Me! Sara I'm hurt. And here I thought my mental well being mattered to you."
"What about my physical well being! If you would lay off the cheeseburgers once and awhile I wouldn't have fallen in trying to haul your sorry ass out of the pit!"
"Well ya know Sara now that were all sticky and gross and grape juicy like cavemen…"
Sara glared at him.
"What ever your thinking the answers no."
"But Sara!"
It was official. Gil Grissom was going out of his mind. Their plan to free Greg from the hole was simple enough. They would toss down one end of the rope he had brought with him and Greg would tie it around his waist. Then he and Sara would pull Greg up while he tried to climb up the stonewalls. It was fool proof he told himself. And actually it was a good plan. Until they found out that Greg was heavier than he looked and that when dew landed on grass it was slippery. He still wasn't sure how it had happened but to make a long story short Sara had ended up in the hole. Now he had to get two people out. They decided to use their original plan to get Greg out but with him starting out standing on Sara's shoulders. Amazingly that worked. But then when he was about to lower the rope so she could get out he saw her head appear over the edge. She had climbed up. Why did that surprise him? He didn't know. But since then, on the trip back to the lab she and Greg had argued. And argued, and argued. And he seriously doubted it would end anytime soon.
