Bugs
The trill of a telephone broke through the silence.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Grissom."
"Would you like to explain to me why there are thousands of bugs crowding my living room, and, more importantly, why my daughter has just informed me that this is going to be their home from now on?"
"Well, I thought that when you and I decided to get married, and by default move in together, that would include my 'bugs'."
"Gil, when I said you should start moving in your things I never said your bugs would be included in that category."
"Well, then, where am I supposed to put them if not the living room? That's where they stayed in my town house."
"When you get home tonight you are going to move those bugs into the basement and I don't want to hear anything about it. If you want those things in my house, you are going to make sure I never see any of them.
"But Catherine, they need light and the living room has the second best lighting in the house. That's why I put them there instead of in our bedroom."
"You actually thought of my sanctuary as a place for your bugs? You know you are getting dangerously close to sleeping on the couch tonight, mister."
"Alright, alright; I'll put them in the basement when I get home but, I am also going to have to install some stronger lights down there so that during the day they have good lighting."
"Fine by me, a larger light bill is a small price to pay for no insects. Oh, and stop by the supermarket and get some bread, we just ran out."
"Ok, anything else you want me to pick up?"
"No that's it. And if you even think of forgetting to move those bugs, don't try coming to bed tonight."
"Yes, ma'am; love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
"Bye."
He hung up the phone and hung his head.
In another part of the lab laughter could be heard from three younger CSIs. Then, one of them mentions, though no one is quite sure who said it since they were all thinking along the same lines, "Grissom still has no idea what he's gotten himself into."