dl-sPirit: Hi...this is my first fanfiction here, it was inspried by 'A Friendly Voice', by chapin csi

Disclaimer: I will never own CSI:. If, somehow, I do, I'd have Greg loosen up again and have Grissom relax some.

Greg Sanders looked at his boss's figure as the man left. That was everyone - except him. Greg sighed, looking down at all the hot dogs he had to deal with. He had paid for them, and didn't even get compensation. He had helped crack the case and not a penny. Just... he did a quick count. 150 hot dogs! What was he supposed to do with them! With Thanksgiving over and Christmas coming up, who'd want them?

That's when he got an idea.

Whistling 'Jingle Bells', he walzed into Dr. Robbin's empty morgue and picked up a scapel from the sink. Hey, it needed to be cleaned anyhow, so he was sure the coroner wouldn't mind too much.

Then he went to Catherine's office and took a needle and thread off her desk. She had always kept it there, just in case.

He walked into the break room and put a bag of popcorn into the microwave. While it was being microwaved, the CSI took out a bag of cranberries.

Walking back to his lab with the scapel, needle and thread, popcorn, and cranberries, Greg grinned devilishly.

This...would be fun.

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Grissom was the first one in when Ecklie had called. He was always complaining about something, but now... he hadn't really given a reason, except that "I'm the boss, and you and your team better get here RIGHT NOW!", as he had put it.

After Grissom had signed in, he stepped into the lab - and his jaw dropped.

"What the -?" Catherine asked. She and Nick, Warrick, and Sara had jut arrived and they were just as stunned as Grissom.

Hanging in the halways were lines of popcorn, cranberries, and... hot dog bits?

Ecklie emerged from one of the labs, saying, "Which one of you did it?" That's when Grissom remembered. Greg was supposed to have taken care of the hot dogs he had bought...

"He didn't," Sara started, sounding slightly disgusted. Nick, deciding that speculation wouldn't help, dialed the lab rat's number, and put his phone on speaker. There were a few rings, then -

"Hey, it's Greg. I'm out of town for the Christmas holiday, so leave a message after the beep. If this is someone from the lab, I hoped you like my present! Especially you, Grissom." There was a beep. Everyone stared at the phone momentarily, silent. Then -

"GREG!"

David looked up from his work, then looked under his table. "I think it's for you," he told the person there.

Greg grinned. "Then I'd better get going." Without another word, except for a chuckle, he ran out of the morgue, intending to leap out the first window he saw.

dl-sPirit: Um...yeah, so review please?