Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I am but a simple fan and writer.

A/N: A little conversation where Greg gets a chance to impress Sara with some bit trivia... about Sherlock, who else? Not set in any particular time period. Enjoy.

Ficlet 13: Sherlock Expert

Greg and Sara were checking out a case. As they went over the evidence in the lab, they spoke about the mysterious circumstances in which the the victim persihed. Slowly but surely, their conversation steered into the topic of mysteries and detectives, and invariably Sherlock Holmes.

"So, you ever read Sherlock Holmes?" Greg asked her.
"If you must know, yes. I have a book at home that I read sometimes. My favorite is The Hound of the Baskervilles."

"Oh really," he was trying to think of a way to impress her. "Well, I like to think of myself as a Sherlock expert."
"Okay, expert," she made air quotes on the word 'expert', "Who wrote Sherlock Holmes?"
"Arthur Conan Doyle," he replied with ease, "try something a little harder."

"Name something else he wrote besides Sherlock." She wondered if he really knew as much as he claimed.
"He wrote The Great Boer War. Come now Sara, I know a ton of useless facts. This being one of them. In fact, I do a pretty good Arthur Conan Doyle impression."

"No kidding," she didn't believe him.
"Yeah, listen: I be Arthur Conan Doyle, and I wrote all the famous Sherlock mysteries that keep a pretty lass like you interested," he looked pleased with himself.

"Greg, that was Irish."
"Yeah. Wasn't he Irish?" Greg looked a little befuddled.

"No," she smiled smugly, "He was Scottish. Some expert!"
"Oh... oops. I guess you caught me. But I know a lot about his writing. Give me some credit."
Sara rolled her eyes, "Don't be something you're not Greg, you're fine the way you are."

"Really," he asked. Looking around he grabbed a few unopened swabs and stuck them I his ears. "You still think so?" he was making a goofy face at her.

"Greg! You look silly!" Sara said, but she couldn't help grinning.
"Take me to your leader, or better yet, take me to your bedroom," Greg said in his own quirky way.

"Okay, how did we go from Sherlock, to weird aliens?"
"Beats me," Greg shrugged, "But at least you forgot about that bad impersonation!"
"Oh yeah," she smiled in her puckered lips kind of way, "If you answer this, then I'll proclaim you an expert."

"Would you date an expert?"
"Who knows?" Sara smiled.
"Shoot," he was ready.
"Did Sherlock ever die?"

"... Nope. He was even used in other books by other authors," Greg looked so sure of himself.
Sara considered it, "Are you sure?"
"Uhhhh... yeah! I'm sure."

"Sorry. He was killed off in The Final Problem, where Sherlock faced his arch nemesis, Professor Moriarty. But Doyle brought him back when his readers demanded it. Better luck next time Greg." She left.

But not before Greg called after her.
"Alright, so you won't date me, I'm not an expert. But how about a probe by an alien!"

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Okay, so the ending is a bit weird, but all the facts are true! Just ask wikipedia... in any case, please review if you have any corrections to my Sherlock facts or if you just plain liked the story.