More to come if you ask for it. I just got bored while waiting for my empanadas to bake so I threw this together. This wouldn't exactly be a scheduled thing tho…
Itty bitty little short stories, let's have a go at it.
I do not own or claim to own CSI: Miami characters. This is fanmade and I make absolutely no profit off of this. I do this for my own amusement.
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Oh yeah…
Horatio Caine looked up from the mixing bowl and smirked at the man standing across the kitchen from him. Anyone could tell that Rick was a little distracted; a new episode of his favorite cooking show was coming on in a matter of minutes, he would be incredibly frustrated with himself if he dare miss it. However, at the same time, Rick was determined to finish the cake he was baking within two hours. Which means, of course, that Horatio got drafted into mixing the stubborn ingredients while Rick measured out everything else.
Rick looked over at the oven clock, he had been checking it about once every two minutes.
"15 minutes to go," he muttered as he scooped cocoa into his measuring cup.
"You're not going to miss Cake Art," Horatio groaned, rolling his eyes, "and if you did, it wouldn't be the end of the world".
"But this time Jerry makes the New York skyline… out of CAKE!"
"They make everything out of cake. Why must you drive that point home every time you discuss the show?"
"Did you ever TRY sculpting cake?" Rick snapped, accidently spilling a bit of flour on himself.
"…no," Horatio blushed.
"It's really hard!"
"I'm sorry".
"Oh, it's okay," Rick sighed, smiling lightly, "Are the butter and sugars combined yet?"
"Yeah".
Rick stepped over to the refrigerator and took out two eggs, placing them on the table. He also took out some milk, which he proceeded to pour into a measuring cup.
As Rick stood there pouring, one of the eggs began to slowly roll towards the edge of the table. Horatio looked up at the other man, wondering when he was going to make the move to get it. He would get it himself, except it was just out of arm's reach.
As the egg got closer and closer to the edge, Horatio looked up at Rick. He was pouring the milk, but the egg had definitely caught his attention. He stood there, watching it ever so slowly roll.
"Rick?"
"Yeah?"
"Aren't you going to get that?"
"Get what?"
"The egg!"
"What about it?"
The two of them watched as the egg finally tipped over the edge and rushed to meet the floor. In the next instant, the ground was covered in pieces of raw egg. Horatio looked up at Rick, wondering why he didn't react.
Rick pouted as he stared down at the splattered egg, looking a little disappointed.
"Oh yeah," he thought aloud, the pout clear in his voice, "those things break".
He looked up to see Horatio with his face buried in his palm, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back laughter. But, alas, he couldn't hold back for long. Soon he had fallen out of his chair and was rolling around on the floor, giggling like a maniac. A smile crossed Rick's face as he realized his lapse in thought. He blushed lightly as he quietly laughed along with Horatio.
"Rick," Horatio gasped between guffaws, "Did you forget that eggs are fragile?"
"…maybe".